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"Come on, last one. You can do it!" Drav held his hands stretched out as the middle-aged orca on the weight bench hoisted a barbell in the air for the tenth time in a row. Any sort of faltering was his cue to act, having been in this position many times before as a spotter at the gym, now doing so as the whale's personal trainer. He waited with bated breath as he watched his friend lift the bar for the final time.

The combination of fatigue and the heavy weights placed on either side of the bar wore York down fast, but he knew the result would be worth it. He'd been at this for a while now, some exercises still to go, but enough done already to build up a sweat. The exertion pumped his muscles up something fierce, though he paid no mind as his focus was on getting that barbell to the apex of his lift. There was no place to give up now that he was so tantalizingly close.

He gritted his teeth and pushed as hard as he could, the weight on the bar more than double what his was which normally would've caused him to raise an eyebrow, but being fixated on his workout made him miss it. His eyes trained on the barbell, he pushed with all the strength he could muster. His pulse raced. Chest tensed up. Elbows straightened. Sweat dripped down his chiseled, shirtless torso. Just a little more to go, a bit further, so close, so agonizingly close... until--

"Hey, you did it!" Drav cheered, his outstretched hands not leaving until the bar was returned to its resting position.

York could only gasp for air as he held the barbell above him. His chest heaved with exhaustion, but the adrenaline that came from success rushed through his veins, giving him a second wind that he honestly could've used to help him get to that state in the first place. Oh well, that just meant more exercise was ahead of him.

Gently he lowered the weight back down, happy with his progress. That right there was a personal best for him! Funnily enough he'd been breaking a lot of his records since bringing his friend on as a trainer, the red-scaled dragon pushing him well beyond what he thought his limits were supposed to be. Maybe all he needed was the encouragement to really let loose and prove what he was capable of.

Drav pulled the orca up to his feet, both sporting biceps bigger than their heads that glistened under the artificial light thanks to a layer of sweat. "Atta boy!" He proudly patted the whale's burgeoning shoulder. "Not gonna lie, I had my doubts as to whether or not you'd pull that off, but you sure proved me wrong."

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't doubt myself." York took a swig from his bottle filled with a shake of the dragon's making, a mix of stuff including several supplements meant to enhance his workout experience - at least that's what he was told. All he knew was that he felt great every time he took a swig, wondering if he should ask for the recipe for the times when his friend wasn't there.

"Ah, I'm kidding, I always knew you'd crush it. You're making kids twenty years younger than you look weak!"

York rolled his eyes but chuckled, accepting the compliment even if he didn't believe it. "Oh please, I'm sure college students are running circles around me. Those guys get to use state-of-the-art facilities paid for by organizations worth millions, and here I am sweating my ass off in my basement." His days in school paled in comparison to what was available now. He wasn't exactly the most athletic guy back in the day, but hitting up the weight room every so often helped alleviate stress from his work. He could only imagine how he'd end up if he had access to all the science that's out there these days. "I mean, hell, just look at my boys. Juno and Kory are built like trucks!"

Drav merely smirked. "Well, we can clearly see where they got it from." Without warning the orca, he whirled around, still grabbing hold of the man's shoulder, leading his friend in the direction of the ceiling-to-floor mirror installed in the room that was very obviously going neglected. "And you think you can't compete with younger folks."

To say the image standing in front of York stunned him would be an understatement; he was left utterly speechless by his reflection, almost going so far as to wonder if his mirror was replaced with one found in the funhouse of a carnival. And yet a quick touch of his chiseled torso told him how real it all was. Was he just that oblivious? He didn't think so. Sure, he'd gotten more toned since he had the different pieces of equipment installed and had documented both losing fat and adding muscle as he worked out, but it was never this severe. He couldn't think what had changed in the time when he first began his regimen.

And then it dawned on him. "So, those supplements."

"You were talking about how rough it was being an empty nester, so I thought I'd help take your mind off of it." Drav pulled the brawny whale in, himself having beefed up dramatically since coming up with the concoction they'd both been taking. He started working out without a shirt on because of that. "Consider it an early birthday present or something."

"I don't even know what to say!" York was beside himself in delight. A part of him finally broke free from his daze and got him to pose very simply in the mirror and admire the work he'd done to get this far. He wasn't just a beefcake - he was a living wall, one that flexed and huffed and grunted and looked damn fine doing it.

Drav shot his friend a sly grin, his gaze flicking to the other stud. "No need to say anything, you're telling me everything as it is." Being as blatant as possible he pointed to the other man's shorts, ones straining not only because of the added beef that bulged out his quads to a degree that would make a cyclist blush, but also due to burgeoning bulge in front where the whale's package sat.

Of course he couldn't say anything since his own crotch rocket also wanted to come out and play.

"Ah!" York jumped when he realized how obscene his choice of attire had become - a feat made all the more impressive since he was still legally decent. He tended to wear looser-fitting bottom wear thanks to his naturally prodigious member, but having bulked up rendered everything in his wardrobe relatively skintight, meaning nothing about him was left to the imagination anymore.

And it didn't take long before that rod of his wanted to be free from imprisonment. With a loud rip he suddenly found his lower half exposed to the open air, the heat trapped in the fabric dissipating and leaving the region chilled. The remnants of his shorts and boxers fell to his feet in tatters, shredded to ribbons from failing to contour around a shaft better described as a third leg.

That wasn't an exaggeration either as the schlong that immediately slapped against his taut abs was one built to be girthy - rivaling what the average person's waist size was - and yet it was the length that was most impressive as it found itself nestled underneath the overhang of his pecs, leaving his chest a mess of sweat and preseed. The head of his pole flared out like that of a horse, leaving it as a cock that could scramble the guts of whoever was fortunate enough to have it stuffed inside them, a veritable kidney puncher that no one would forget.

And that wasn't to say Drav was left behind in that regard as his also defied expectations. Having torn his trunks asunder, his pillar stood tall as it throbbed with pride, the knot at his base swelling the hornier he grew. He couldn't deny the sensation of beefing up so dramatically tickling a primal part of his psyche, the mass tacked onto his frame so quickly turning him on something fierce.

He grinned when he saw the orca admiring himself in the mirror, his plan clearly effective. "Looking good there, pal."

"I _feel_good." York simply stood there and took his immensity in, his chest swelling with every breath as he flexed the various parts of his body one at a time. He honestly had to admit how much he liked it; not only was he someone to look up to because of his age, but now also commanded attention thanks to a jaw-dropping physique that he knew quite a few people would be into, including the red dragon if the hands rubbing his lats were any indication. "Something tells me this wasn't just for my sake."

Drav could only chuckle. "I could lie if you want. I could tell you to your face that seeing a mass monster of a whale doesn't arouse me in any way, shape, or form." His heart beat faster the more he fondled his friend's heft, his hands unable to detach from that heaving, white-skinned chest, thrilled to bits at how much it blew up in size. He only stopped when a pair of biceps trapped his hands against those pecs.

"And I'd immediately know that you're lying." York's wry smile indicated his intention of playing along, enjoying the lewd attention he received from the reptilian hunk. He forced the other man to feel up his chest as he puffed it out, providing way more brawn on one pec than even both hands could manage. His own pair groped along the dragon's chiseled torso, fingers tracing along those shredded obliques and washboard abs, feeling up arms that put steel cables to shame and could twist steel beams into pretzels.

"Yeah, I've never been good at it," Drav chuckled. Having the whale work over his body felt far better than he realized it would, the touch both rough and delicate, both exploratory and clearly excited. Every part of him within reach was gripped with the desire to hold more, with him not fighting the other man's contact. He relished in being worshiped to the point where his turgid lovemaker belched forth a glob of pre that drooled down his shaft. A shudder ripped up his spine, not expecting his body to have gotten so sensitive from his incredible growth, but welcoming it all the same.

An impish giggle slipped past York's lips. "Oh, I see someone likes this." That encouraged him to continue, redoubling his efforts in stimulating the dragon however he could, one hand gripping the other man's girthy tool while the other fondled a pec, the hefty mass mind-bogglingly huge on a person. Even a gentle squeeze was enough to coax a gasp of delight from the red-scaled beast.

Drav's thick, flowing mane of white hair whipped at his expansive traps as his body spasmed from his friend's touch. Nothing he did could refute his approval of his body being roughhoused by the whale, his form tensing only spurring further action on. He'd let men play with his body before - hey, he was a treat to the eyes even before getting this huge and he knew what people wanted - but both being a stud of this magnitude and being made love to by one was new territory for him that he was ecstatic to traverse.

But he wasn't about to let the other man have all the fun. With a sneaky glint in his eye his hand reached out and grabbed hold of the orca's tumescent prick, the flared head having started leaking like a broken faucet and only dripping more as it got played with. The member alone had significantly more weight to it than he thought it would and it electrified his nerves to think of how he had a hand in blimping that monster up.

He then audibly gasped when he felt one of the whale's nails graze the glans of his cock before circling the slit, instantly grabbing his attention.

"So," York inched closer to the reptilian, mischief in his eyes, "you never really answered what I was trying to ask earlier." He watched the other man try to keep cool in spite of the overwhelming pleasure bombarding him. "Those supplements - how do they work?"

Regardless of how deluged with euphoric bliss Drav was, he was hoping he'd get to explain the secret to how his formula operated, the corners of his mouth curling upwards. "Exertion of any and every kind. That's the ticket to gaining size."

That struck York as rather odd. "That's it? So I could just walk down the street and put on muscle like it's nothing?"

"As long as you're drinking the shake, growth is inevitable. It'd just be a bit slow if that's all you did."

The gears in York's head then turned, ideas forming that pushed their way to the forefront of his mind. "So when you say any exertion, you mean--"

"I mean exactly what you're thinking of," Drav leaned in close to the orca's black earhole, "and I'd be more than happy to show you."

Without warning, he pressed his lips against his friend's, feeling the initial surprise and then enthusiastic assent as he felt his mouth being invaded by the other man's thick tongue. His danced along as if choreographed, all the while fondling the orca wherever his fingers could find purchase. Both of them had needs to fulfill and it'd be him who took the lead.

With a grace that belied his figure he gently lifted the whale off his feet as he continued to make love, slowly bringing the other man to the ground in such a way that his back fin compressed without causing harm. He saw how much the orca wanted to get it on as evident by the precum dribbling down that horsecock in rivulets.

York's head rolled back as he let his friend make moves on his body, his frame undulating from the intense pleasure that careful ministrations brought upon. His breathing grew strained as the reptilian messed around with his nether region, his balls in particular being groped as if they were melons being inspected at the supermarket, only these were ones that anyone would be elated to have. Every touch no matter how rough or gentle got his cock to throb with the urge to release, though having his inner thighs caressed caused his pelvis to convulse and shoot a dab of pre right in the dragon's face.

The event momentarily stunned Drav, but he merely laughed it off as he wiped the translucent fluid from his eyes and snout. He then continued on with his tender rubdown, stroking the whale where it was most private, hearing moans both anxious and eager to keep going, then moving in closer to his prize. It took some teasing before he was allowed access between the other man's muscled cheeks where he found that delicate ring of muscle winking at his impending entrance. He could only imagine how the orca was feeling as his heart was nearly beating out of his chest.

A healthy wad of pre was needed to coat his fingers before he went any further, using it to entice his friend to relax and let him in, his persuasion paying off. He played with the whale's rear end to get the other man acclimated with him shoving his way through that anal canal, though he was well aware of the difference between several fingers and the log of meat he called his dick. He just needed to go slow.

Just the tip of his cock breached the orca's hole, that broad tail flapping against the ground in hedonistic delight as more of him penetrated his friend. He let out his own groan as resistance in the form of the other man's over-muscled rump grinding against his schlong hit him like a ton of bricks, coaxing a few spurts of pre to gush from his pole. That was advantageous as it provided a decent enough amount of lube to let him slide on further, stretching the whale wide open.

Not once in York's life had he been with a man that could drill him like an oil derrick, plunging into his inner walls and splitting him apart. Just the act alone had him erupting thick volleys of preseed that caused his body to tremble.

But true to the dragon's word, the supplement did in fact work if the user exerted themselves. Even a few bucks of the other man into his awaiting ass piled a few dozen pounds on them both, with his body flexing involuntarily and showing off his most recent gains. He could feel himself getting heavier even when on the ground, his back pushing him ever so much higher into the air as his chest rounded out that much more, his fat nips being forced to point even further away from his face.

And then he felt his friend hunker down over him as his globular rump got reamed. Oh how that turned him on to no end. He couldn't fathom how much the other man weighed at the moment, but both he and the dragon had to have easily built up hundreds of pounds since first starting working out together, only to keep the gain train going without using his gym at all. Heh, he didn't mind considering this as exercise.

What he wasn't aware of was that those fattened balls of his supplied him with a ton of testosterone, and the supplement only made them bigger whenever he worked out, which then started a feedback loop that only served to fuel his growth beyond what initial expectations would assume, so even though he wasn't actually targeting any muscle group his hormones were still ravaging his system as much as the dragon was and constantly bloating him bigger, all the while swelling his orbs ever huger.

Drav was in much the same situation, the only difference being that he was the one doing the fucking. The added musculature piling onto his frame caused his thrusting to become more forceful with every hump, his crotch rocket being shoved deeper inside the whale not only because he was physically stronger, but also because it, too, kept experiencing continual expansion. The thing was a leviathan in terms of both length and girth, and yet his friend was able to take nearly the entire thing. That fact alone stirred his heart some.

Not wanting to be left out of the fun, York took stock of his growing enormity and pondered what he could do in his position. His hand had already naturally gravitated to grasping at the reptilian's immense physique, but his own shaft ached to be used. Well, if the other man wasn't going to attend to it, then he'd have to take matters into his own hands.

With no pretenses of being gentle he manoeuvred his telephone pole to the underside of the dragon's enormous chest - heh, his might actually be bigger! - nudging around underneath them before finding the perfect position and cramming his oversized horsecock in between those two chest boulders, his dong sliding in thanks to the copious amounts of pre he was ejecting and the sweat his friend exuded from the heat the two of them created.

Within seconds he was pecfucking the other man, his shaft being massaged by what had to have been easily 300 pounds of pectoral meat alone yet unable to squeeze the life out of his throbbing tool, the flesh of his fuckmeat seemingly harder than diamond. He let out a needy moan when the flared tip of his pillar emerged from its sweaty confines, leaking more fluid than ever as his pelvis never ceased in bucking.

Drav took notice of this immediately thanks to the musky smell coming from the orca's member, the head scant inches away from his muzzle. He couldn't stop himself from groaning as the thing oscillated in front of his nose. It took no time for his brain to tell him what to do next, taking as much of the whale's tip into his mouth and slathering his tongue all over it, making sure to pay back the bastard for earlier by slipping the slender muscle into the other man's slit. That resulted in an instant convulsion from the other behemoth and he couldn't be happier.

But he wasn't giving up on his primary goal. Harder and faster he pumped his hips, jackhammering into the orca's black-skinned rear entrance with reckless abandon, fueled in part by his testosterone raging through his body and the heady smell of the other man that sent him wild. Every fuck he delivered packed on more mass, his frame expanding in every dimension as size appeared to materialize out of nowhere, making him thicker all around no matter which direction was taken.

That also happened with York, who found his face being encroached upon by his chest, while feeling his traps creep along his neck until most of it was swallowed up. His arms were the stuff of legend as merely gripping onto the dragon as he both fucked and got fucked bulged his biceps out twice as large as when at rest, but the real jewel on his crown was his triceps which outpaced most of the rest of his muscles, those horseshoes best measured in feet.

As much as having kneeknocker balls felt amazing, they grew a bit cumbersome when they needed to compete for space with his thighs consuming whatever room there was between his legs. Cyclists weren't even an apt comparison anymore because having the power he possessed packed into their legs would break their bikes without effort. Yet that didn't matter to him as he knew it wouldn't be a problem; he had more than enough power to carry those testosterone factories around without breaking a sweat!

But a larger set of testicles meant a bigger need to breed, and he could tell his time was coming. Too much production was happening down there for his body to keep up. The constant pressure applied by the dragon's chest didn't help either, and the way it managed to envelop most of his length slowly, but surely, sent him flying to the edge of climax.

With a loud but forceful moan, he let loose his floodgates and blasted his load like a firehose, right into the oblivious face of the other man.

Having what felt like a bucket's worth of cum slap him in the face snapped Drav out of the trance he'd lulled himself into from both tending to the whale's dick and reaming his tailhole. The smell was far more pungent than anticipated it would be, leading to his brain momentarily forget that he'd been trying to edge himself as much as he could, which was all it took for his body to move forward with jettisoning everything his cum tanks had to offer into his friend's anal cavity.

He slammed his cock as hard as he could against the wall of beef that was the orca's ass cheeks - those mounds might as well be chiseled from stone with how solid they are. So much force was used that his bloated knot slipped past that pucker and wedged right inside the other man's rump, anchoring him in place and not letting even a drop of his spunk leave the way it came in.

What had to have been around a bathtub's worth of jizz had been spilled between the pair of hulking beefcakes, the two of them more productive than an entire generation of men with pendulous orbs that made watermelons look tiny. Neither of them could hold back, giving the other the full brunt of their output, their orgasms walloping their bodies as inexperience in being meat mountains made them unaware of just how pleasurable the event was going to be.

The two of them were now thoroughly spent, both panting up a storm as their massive chests heaved against one another. They still had enough energy to keep themselves active, but only barely.

Drav was a mess with his friend's cum being splattered all over him, getting all over his face, chest, and in his hair more than anything else, but that was nothing a shower couldn't fix. For now he shucked everything to the ground, a smile stretching from one ear to the other as he regarded the whale and the domed gut now sported. He had to snicker when he saw it, but with a warmth that welled up from the bottom of his heart.

A gentle rub was all he gave it.

York, on the other hand, found what the dragon was doing to be confusing. "What are you doing?"

Only now processing what his friend's gut meant got Drav to giggle, his body doubling over the orca. "Consider this your second early birthday present."

Hearing that got York to narrow his eyes in bewilderment. "I'm not following."

"You were talking about how you weren't fond of being an empty nester?" Drav eyed the other man's swollen stomach as he rubbed it some more. "You won't be one for much longer."

And then it all clicked. It was unexpected for York to think that this would've been the result of their session, but he was far from upset with the outcome. In fact, it perfectly filled the hole that'd grown since his boys moved out all those years ago. "Well, I don't think I could've picked a better father than you."