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Steam rolled and twisted through the air. Areas of ventilation, or rather simple cracks between a door, gave allowance for fresh air from outside an enclosed room to circulate. Soft blue and purple hues, colors to calm, spiraled through the moisture as the pseudo-breeze took hold of it. Soothing scents coincided with the colors as lavender with iris flowers lazily drifted. The same colors twisted throughout the waters to give it a slightly different texture, likely as a form of aromatic soap. Cool air from outside constantly mixed with the warmth within to further allow any individual to unwind in full. Quietly the sound of water lapped against the sides of marble; every splash of water created a quiet echo lasting for several seconds. Any disruption within the water could be seen upon the polished ceiling above with detailed reflections.

Letting loose a deep sigh, a figure leaning against an edge of the pool smiled in content and relaxation. A black furred creature, a wolf, sat with the water coming just up to his chest. The area he rested in being in a deeper section of the water, indicating that he was a much taller than average individual to keep himself from sinking deeper. The bulk of the wolf's body would allow any others to witness that the washroom truly wasn't very large, perhaps only room for four people with the pool taking up a majority of the space. Thick mounds of muscle shown dry along his arms as jutted back with their elbows allowing for balance against the dry marble from behind.

Too much time had passed for the wolf to feel comfortable sitting there for any longer. Yawning slightly while rousing his body, he'd lift himself out of the pool and onto the edge. A heavy splat echoed through the room as the wet furred body met the floor with immense weight. In another instant he was upon his feet with a quick jump. Shaking his body allowed him to relieve most of the water within just a couple seconds. Walking as if to show his body off, a thick sheath bounced up above two massive orbs; the testicles flopping slowly forward and back with the movements of his legs. With that he'd leave through a door in the corner of the room completely unclothed and unworried of his stark presence.

As if walking straight from a fantasy scene and into an alternate reality, the hallway which the wolf entered was furnished with carpet and the borders made of drywall. In truth the area which he resided appeared more as if it were an apartment, and he lived with his friends. There would have been only one bedroom, at the end of the hall, from which he entered for his clothing. His shoulders were wide enough that it seemed as if he had to struggle slightly to even walk through the passage, for the arms constantly brushed against the contrasting white walls. Evidence of his companions were strewn about the room. Given the chaotic sight of clothing and bed sheets laying in random locations there was reason to believe that the others had left in a hurry. Pulling from his dresser, the wolf brought out a loose fitting pair of tanned leggings with a rope built in to function as a belt. The way it functioned in design, however, was to give emphasis on his rippling upper body.

The wolf knew well why his friends had left so quickly, and it was for the same reason as him; today was an important day for them all.. Upon leaving through the other end of the hallway, past a simply furnished gathering room, he was on his way outside and through the neighborhood. From the outside the homes took upon the look of the medieval ages, yet mixed with much more modern of architecture with finely shaped edges and broad walls. None of the buildings which were deemed as living spaces wouldn't seem to reach higher than one floor. There was evidence everywhere that it was as if time had stopped in certain aspects of culture, but in others, had continued progressing at an unprecedented rate. Streets were lined with pavement, and yet nothing rode down them. The concrete itself still looking as though it had supported multiple tons of weight as one could see the numerous cracks created not only from nature's ravaging.

There was one particular structure which towered over the rest. Shaped in a unique fashion it looked to be made from several societies' influence. Stubby spiraled towers created the image of corners on tall walls which formed a circular pattern around the inner complex. A large windowless black building was seen in the center being supported by ornate flying buttresses dominated much of the rest of area, as if to keep secret the objects inside. The tops of roofs for other buildings could just barely be seen over the walls, the construction of this particular type dating back many centuries, or so the wolf would always suspect. This was the area that he, and his friends, were invited to. It was here that they were to all be judged if they were worthy for a gift. The entrance through the walls remained forever opened, as the wolf walked right under and through the unmanned portcullis; all of the defenses being constructs no longer needed in this age. The ground had changed from concrete to that of cobblestone near instantly. The cracks and stresses exerted on the pavement on the exterior no longer present.

A brotherhood had invited them all to stay within their community until it was their time to be inspected. They had all lived near each other before, so living in close proximity was never much of an issue. Looking around, the wolf could see as others would be walking about and taking care of their own personal tasks. None of them seemed to hold a particular allegiance to any one government or entity, and all seemed to be from around the world. He wasn't actually sure if they worked here, or if they were those who had simply been accepted and given highest honors of living within the walls of what they now likely considered to be a sacred place.

Which made for it to be quite a center of attention for those who simply wished to pay their respects or visit the temples as a part of their sight seeing in travels. Others were there either wishing to plunder the area for riches, or deface the grounds out of jealousy and rage that they would not be chosen to join. A slight calamity took place far to the left as the wolf turned his head from the destination straight ahead of him. Whatever was going on may prove to be more interesting, for he was able to see what appeared to be a raccoon huddled over a sack, and scurrying away from one of the smaller temples. Chasing him was some a mink, of all creatures, seeming fairly furious at the fact of something being taken out of his meditating grounds.

Chance for escape was nil. The partially clothed mink, showing off an unimpressive lithe and thin body, began to bulge. It looked as if there was something gigantic crawling beneath the brown fur with how one was able to watch as power roiled forth as an unstoppable force. It could be assumed this mink was an initiate of sorts, for the growth was very much uneven. Portions of his body bulked out quicker than others, forcing him off kilter for a few moments while the rest of his body caught up. There was a strong focus which he could be given due credit, for he gained height and mass while pursuing the raccoon. In truth it had been no less than a half minute altercation, if it could be called that, before the mink was sizable enough to simply grab the now smaller mammal by the collar of his clothing. The mink paused while raising his captured raccoon up so they could stare into each others eyes.

After the couple seconds of uneasy silence for the thief the mink simply just smiled. It was all the time the monk required to compose himself, and the energies within, to let loose a series of growth spurts unparalleled to what had taken place just a minute ago. A thin and small body transformed into a beast of a form with biceps larger than the temple he just exited, and the height to make the otherwise spacious grounds seem cramped. Intense vibrations shook the ground as the mink turned to walk away, carrying the thief, beyond and behind the giant center temple. Whatever was going to take place, those who were visiting with more benevolent thoughts simply cheered as the residents continued their routine as if this were just another day. None of them truly mattered to the wolf, however, while he rolled his eyes. That will be him soon enough, so what's the point of gawking, he had to figure. The wolf knew his destination, and it was the same large temple that the mink walked behind. Difference being that the wolf would approach it from the front.

Ornate doors slightly cracked open marked the entrance for the structure. Peering inside he would see nothing indicating that he couldn't just waltz right on in. There was no line, and no one could even be seen. In fact he couldn't see anything at all even after pushing aside the doors. Even after opening the doors he would barely fit through, as if done on purpose to exaggerate his size for himself and others watching. He had a sense of pride associated with his bulky form being barely unable to fit through passageways. Once inside he was able to peer in every direction, but no matter what angle, everything seemed pitch black. The floor felt of marble against the pads of his bare feet, but even that was dyed to match the darkness. Where ever the light touched seemed to be absorbed in this environment, and the air felt considerably more cool. It was slightly unnerving to the wolf. His tail flicked upwards in surprise as the doors behind him clanked shut without much warning. Sounds of clacking from ahead was heard; the obvious noise of claws against the hard flooring.

"Conall! Welcome, I've been expecting you!"

A deep voice billowed out straight ahead of the wolf. Clenching his eyes and rubbing them, he reopened them to find that there was suddenly dim lighting. He couldn't find the source of it, it was as though the lights were suspended and floating in the air. There was a cloaked individual walking forward who was wrapped in a black robe. The gray fur of the face and striking emerald eyes helped give him presence, along with a white mane. Horns and thin strands that could be considered a mustache, along with what appeared to be scaled plates showing through the fur atop the male's muzzle, gave indication that this was actually a dragon. A long swishing tail from behind helped further this reasoning. Despite the loose clothing he possessed one would make out the massive muscle hiding beneath the fabric. It was the first time the wolf had seen someone he could compare to himself in terms of bulk.

"Tell me, how does it feel, to finally be among us?" The dragon would ask, a smile spreading across the face. "To be just moments away from being accepted among our ancient history? To experience the thrill and gift of unlimited strength and growth?"

Conall simply shrugged and smiled, giving off a carefree and rather apathetic stance. "Well, I knew it was only obvious I'd be picked some day. I mean, look at me. Don't you think there's no one else more capable to handle it?"

The dragon just watched with unimpressed eyes as Conall began slowly flexing his arms. "I see. What of your friends? Do you know if they feel this way?"

"To be honest they probably need this power so to not feel quite as small around me. It'll give them a bit of a pick-me-up, you know?"

"Quite the callous one. Well regardless I don't think I need to ask you any more questions. The spirit that be, who had bestowed upon us this gift in our times of need against other giants, shall judge you in earnest with me as the witness. As it shall always be."

Conall let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes. It was finally his time to shine. Squatting down slightly while tensing his arms he focused with all of his might. The cool and distracting air of the black room left his mind almost as if he was entering a meditative state. He wasn't truly sure how to go about this, but he figured that this was the best way. He could feel his muscles bulging out by his own purpose to help bring that surge of strength that he often used simply to show off. If there was a show for room to grow, he thought, perhaps this would help the energies flow through him all the easier. Growling quietly as his toes curled against the chilled floor below, he let loose a low howl. He could feel the energy. It was all coming to him. Shivering in place he let loose a growl after flinging his hands up into the air with his muzzle following suit. With a tail swishing he began to furl his lips as he understood his being chosen. In his mind he couldn't help but think about who else would be more appropriate than someone of his caliber.

"Are you quite done yet?"

The wolf's head shook as his eyes shot open. Grinning, Conall slowly tilted his head downwards from the upright position. Of course the dragon wouldn't be interested, he thought, as he was the initiator and likely quite used to such growth. Lowering his arms so that they were parallel with the ground he thought that at least he should give the now smaller creature something to show; something that allowed him to realize that Conall was the strongest of the four that had come through today. Pumping his arms he wished to show off the immense growth which he felt had taken place over what was truly only a couple minutes. Finally opening his eyes, expecting to look down upon a small black hooded dragon, the only thing he saw were the gray furred toes of said creature. Swiftly his arms lowered as his head raised as though on a lever mechanism, as his heart suddenly felt as though it had dropped two feet. He didn't grow an inch.

"W-wait, hold on, just let me have another go at it." Conall cried out in sudden desperation. "I was just warming up is all."

"Actually, no, you just need to-"

But the initiator had been interrupted by the wolf. Lowering himself into the position from before, he started huffing harshly through his nostrils. Grinding his teeth together he truly began to concentrate with all of his might. The sensation of growth was there, but this time, he wouldn't fooled. Conall knew very well that was just his own flexing causing his body to pulse with strength and not some power he didn't even understand. This time, however, he could actually feel something that was not his own body pressing around him. Focusing all the harsher, veins would jut out enough to upset the natural flow of black fur along his body. Scents in the air began to change to something much more heavy, an imposing musk, as in a few short seconds the air temperature spiked drastically. Opening his eyes this time, albeit warily for feel that he was being tricked, caused him a great deal if surprise. Gray fur was all in front of him, and looking upwards he was able to see that the room he stood in had to be a great fifty or so feet tall. After all, the dragon was now that size and hunched down so as to not damage the integrity of the ceiling. Unclothed and rippling with muscle across his form sent a streak of envy through the wolf's body. That should have been him just a few minutes ago. He wasn't jealous or in awe of the dragon himself, but shaken up at the sudden realization of what just eluded his grasp.

"It is time for you to go, Conall." The voice of the dragon set asunder the very air of the temple, or so it felt. "Keep your pride. Perhaps you shall find the reasoning for being unable to enter our esteemed brotherhood."

This time Conall was unable a retort. Two toes which he was situated between squeezed around the sides of his body. There wasn't even enough time to take in the full details of the dragon's body within the shaded room, and now his vision was totally obscured by that of the large fibers of fur. It almost felt as though the dragon was toying with him slightly as the toes rubbed together in an up and down fashion. Squirming in protest the wolf yelped out, still not wishing to accept his fate, and wishing only to show that he was entirely worthy. In a sensation that mimicked vertigo he could feel himself flying through the air before crashing against the doors which he had entered from; the dragon having flicked his toes to send the wolf to land harshly against his back upon the ornate floors of the temple. Skidding to a stop and recollecting his breath, Conall watched as the doors to the source of power promptly closed. He paid no heed to those who were just passing by and staring out of confusion and surprise. His mind focused on that and one other thing. If he didn't get it, then his friends surely hadn't either.

One other destination floated on Conall's mind. After lifting himself up, rejecting the help of a couple other folk, he went on his way. As though it were instinct he took to walking in a specific direction down a specific path along the edge of the walls and beyond to a street. With his mind automatically guiding his feet, he could replay the events which had taken place. Different scenarios fluttered in his imagination on how he could have done better to gain the favor of that dragon and be given the gift. His attention shifted between that and the dragon entirely, moreover, the size of the dragon. A deep sense of longing flooded his heart every time he thought of it. The sheer power which could be attained like that, he had to think. It could have been his. Muscles larger than houses and the ability to allow others to gaze upon his bulk from miles away. Thoughts caused him to shiver in delight before being brought back to the reality that none of it could actually be his.

Moving from looking down to up and the left, the object of the wolf's short travel was right there. It had come up so much quicker than he expected while totally lost to his thoughts. It was a small sort of building sandwiched between two modern, gray, and otherwise drab offices. Even the roof was given a thatched hay look to it, despite it being a completely different material, to allow it to fully shine with its traditional look of a pub. There his friends were going to celebrate their commemoration into the brotherhood. Despite the fact that he, and likely the others hadn't been accepted, wouldn't mean they can't have some good drinks.

Through the door one's nose would be lifted by the scent of sweet mead, but kept into check by some of the stronger more modern drinks. The interior seemed to be a mix of an alehouse and a tavern, for some tables were cared for and covered with cloth while others seemed rickety wood with not so stable of chairs. It was a conglomerate of different styles from ages past that, when seen through the candlelight on top of some of the tables, helped give someone a feeling of freshness. With wood flooring creaking beneath his feet, he turned to the left only to bump against a smaller fellow. The creature was a horse in face, a fine black and white Paint who wore a brown vest with pants similar to Conall. Stumbling back he began to graciously apologizing in a quiet tone while nearly knocking over his cohort, a bright green Anole, whom donned once again similar clothing albeit with a cotton shirt.

"Whoa there Thunder, take 'er easy! Srasz, reign him in, would you?" Conall began to laugh as he helped make sure that meek horse realized who bumped into him, as well as speaking to the lizard.

"Oh, Conall, hah. Hey you got here a bit... earlier than expected. I was just going to go back to the restroom, and Srasz here was going to take a breather outside. Swift is back there in the corner if you want to wait."

"I didn't have too many drinks yet. Just need some fresh air." The lizard added on before slipping away beneath the arm of the wolf. The horse just nodding before slowly edging himself to pass.

Looking to where they pointed, indeed, his third friend was there. A rabbit, brown in color, sitting at a table with a mug and wearing a dyed blue overcoat. It felt good to see them, as Conall let out a happy sigh. They were first and foremost his friends after all. The thoughts settling in that they were drinking already helping cement the belief that they had failed. It helped to build his self-esteem back up from as little as it had fallen. That and the fact of his friends were considerably shorter than him helped a great deal. There was a great deal of pride to the wolf not only with that, but the others were quite lithe. Even for the lizard, for which a thin body is normal, just seemed as if incapable of retaining any body mass. The horse especially, he had to think, must have grown so meek from embarrassment from having such a lacking body.

"Hey, Conall, good t'see ya. How did everything go?" Swift sounded much more chipper than the wolf would have expected. Especially for having failed the initiation.

"Eh, you know... here to get my mind off what happened earlier."

"Wait, what happened? Didn't already have to call on your new powers to stop some folk from robbing our place, did you?"

At this point Conall stared with a disconcerting ogle towards Swift, whom was chuckling to himself before awkwardly toning it down into a confused series of snorts. With a raised brow the rabbit and tilting his head, one of the long ears flopping to the side, he gave a grin which belied his actual thoughts. Conall swore he could actually feel his heart falling and splashing against his stomach with a realization of what might have actually happened. His skin became slightly clammy beneath his fur despite an annoyingly warm sensation spreading against the back of his head.

"Oh no you two don't! This'll be the third time this month I would have had to clean up a colossal mess! The brotherhood is considering revoking my insurance at this rate!"

The bartender, a great maned lion, came rushing to the table which the wolf and fox were sitting. Startled, Conall would look around only to have his right ear brush against an object which he knew wasn't there before. Turning his body fully on axis he'd peer to behind him only to have his eyes widen at the sight. Thunder was suddenly there, but he was different. He was larger. In fact much larger. So much in fact that he was kneeling down just to keep himself from towering above anyone else who may be standing. Quickly twisting, Conall was able to see everyone else lazily leaving the pub as if leaving for a closing period. A few of them waving to the table he was sitting at.

"I mean it! Take it outside if you two want to have some fun. This is becoming a bit ludicrous how you young initiates take to using my establishment as practice."

"Oh don't worry, we'll... uh, take it outside... just give us a few minutes."

Swift gave a cheeky sort of grin which showed off the slightly larger incisors iconic to the rabbit species. A few powerful shakes rocked the pub, sending a rumbling through the uneven wood flooring. Mugs fell from their holding places behind the bar unceremoniously while anything left on the tables would have jostled enough to crash upon the floor. The owner, letting out an exasperated sigh before throwing his towel used to clean glass behind him, forsook the idea of trying to keep an escalating situation under control. A series of loud rips twitched the wolf's left ear as his attention was soon sent back to his rabbit friend. His eyes stared in disbelief.

The table Conall was sitting at was quickly pushed aside as the rabbit before him was actually growing. Tumbling over and away from the wall to his left, he paid it no mind as the rabbit's body was seen slowly swelling. Portions of his shirt could be seen ripping as threads came undone. The pants, made of a tougher denim, would start stretching in protest as the zipper and button were sent flying in a random direction at the speed of a bullet. Even if the more modern styles of clothing were made to be tougher than that of what he, and his other friends were wearing, there would be no evidence of it here. Swift fell to his knees, bringing his body ever closer to Conall. The forward bulge just below the waistline pressing against his face as a strong whiff of musk overtook the wolf's olfactory orbs. Swift's skinny body could be seen slowly pulsing in slow waves emanating from the central location of his chest. Every second Conall watched as just a minute amount of flesh seemed to stack upon itself from beneath his fur, for the muscle was slowly becoming more defined. Pectorals seemed the first to attract the full power coursing through the body, as time went on the upper body sectioned itself in quick jumps. If nothing else the body seemed simply to be keeping up with the actual increase in size.

Standing up to try and make a move to run out of the growing rabbit's way, Conall found himself being squeezed from behind. Kicking his chair away did little good as he soon felt a distinct warmth and smooth texture rubbing along his back. Upon peering upwards his ears would lower as a blush was felt creeping along his muzzle. Without looking he knew very well what he was now leaning against, as if the rich musk itself wasn't a dead giveaway. Arching his body around just to see with his own eyes, there would be a wall of richly colored flesh spreading behind him. From the front, as the force grew stronger, Conall just wrapped his arms around a a bulge which took precedence there. He turned just in time to watch as the fabric tore apart into what seemed like confetti as the rabbit's erection quickly took form with a sudden burst of energy following. The wolf was now feeling trapped between the two erections as heat grew around him. It was difficult to abate one of his own, as his jealousy of the situation slowly faded and transitioned into pure envy and longing.

Both of his friends were bending down as they pushed against the ceiling of the building. Slowly shuffling, the two larger friends sandwiched the wolf perfectly to keep him squeezed between their shafts as they moved. While the two grew Conall had been suspended into the air as the cocks pressed against each other to hold him at the intersecting points; just beneath the glans of the rabbit's anthropomorphic shaft, and just below the extended ring upon the more natural formed equine shaft. The two rising giants were unable to have their sizes contained within the structure for much longer as a series of cracks from all around could be heard. Wood flooring creaked and snapped as the weight of the two became too strenuous with the foundation rocking with their every movements. Strained rafters sounded off their breaking from the rest of the building as if following a beat. Debris rained down around the two as they hunkered down and closed their eyes. Conall witnessed the bodies suddenly surge with size while literally hearing the flesh itself growing with a characteristic low hum which he had never heard before. In that moment the two would burst from the building. Both the rabbit's feet and the horse's hooves threatening the base of the two office structures behind them at the same time. Conall was unable to sense anything but the two shafts which he had become lost between as the diameters overtook his much smaller form. Wiggling to the side just for the sake of finding a fresh breath of air, he would come to the cooler air of the world feeling a powerful rumbling which grew closer ever second. It was there he saw his friend Srasz, but so much more different.

The anole was an absolute beast in size. Conall couldn't believe his eyes upon seeing the actual size of the creature striding forth. Every step seemed to leave an impact crater that the wolf could see even from the far distance he was off. All of the weight would not be indicative of an astronomical height that he gained, but rather from the volume of muscle now lining his form. The last time he saw his lizard pal, he could have wrapped his arms two times around the thin body. Now, however, it seemed more likely that if they were of equal size, the wolf wouldn't even make it past the sides of the body. Striding forth he was able to watch as two enormous light-green colored balls bounced nonchalantly in the air, forced along by muscle which rippled with every slight movement. The fact that Conall was able to even make out the flexing of muscle was a testament to the extent of mass. A properly sized shaft bobbed up and down with the movements as if it were fighting against its own weight to stand upright and straight forward as though it were some form of battering ram. Both arms of the lizard rivaled the diameter of the actual body itself as they looked to form mountain ranges before finally coming to meet at the shoulder line. In his awe, Conall snapped to attention Srasz shouted with a boom.

"You guys just couldn't wait with out me, could you? Here I even brought what you asked... wait... where's Conall?"

"What, you can't see the little guy?" Swift pointed downwards to his own shaft with a wide grin, to which an equally spread grin appeared on Srasz's face.

Srasz tossed a blue object to the side, the likes of which seemed to hold a triangular shape and quite floaty. Conall wasn't able to make out quite what it was other than it draped over the side of a nearby building rather effectively. It could be seen that perhaps the reptile was the one who had a greater grasp on how to control his body, as he was seen shrinking down as he approached his three friends. How strange of a sight, Conall thought, to see someone who had just gained so much power from nothing to be so willing to return ever closer to that powerless state. Slowly he came to the realization that perhaps it was partially for that reason which he was not granted the abilities desired. Even more so the fact that he simply didn't appreciate the potential gains well enough at the time.

Conall's pondering would be cut abrupt by a forces from all angles around him. His two friends who had him pinned originally seemed to roll their cocks to the sides by just a couple inches; they shuffling in place while slowly standing up to ensure that his body wouldn't fall. That the moment which they arose the wolf would have been able to see the gigantic urethra of Srasz's shaft coming straight for him. It was a humbling feeling to realize that he had been outgrown to such a degree that he was able to plainly view inside of another person's urethra. Blunt forces squashed his body harmlessly between three ways of flesh as the broad tip of the reptile grinded against him. Each of his friends could be felt shifting positions to ensure that he'd be in the center a triumvirate of gigantic rods of flesh. The horse and rabbit portions felt rolling further across his sides and around his back while the newly added anole flesh rose upwards in slightly more loose of a fashion. Conall's muzzle pointed upwards as the more porous and sensitive flesh of the glans rubbed him in such a way.

In a way the wolf was in absolute bliss. It was a different sort of joy, however, and the thought of being the smaller in the situation continually pricked at his ego in the wrong way. Intense musk from all around drove his mind away from the negativity and kept him focused. There was but a tiny amount of light filtering in from above, where the shaft heads touched just barely. It took all of his strength just to muster the will to move his arms, but it was something that must be done. He dreamed of this moment, albeit with him as the larger, as he wrapped his arms around the nearest shaft that he was able to do so with. The constant grinding movements from his friends all around ensured that his body wouldn't cling for too long. Still he would clamber and give a lustful hug to the equine shaft, with fingers pulling at the naturally wrinkled shape. A pleasant shiver traveled Conall's spine from his fur being disheveled and ruffled in every which way. It was difficult for him to even pay attention to his own arousal; the heightened mood he was in being mostly ignored until the giant pillars of flesh surrounding him bumped in such a way as to take his attention straight down. His own member was nothing to mock in regards to size, as was everything about his body in terms of mass at least when on more equal terms. With flesh grinding against flesh Conall would be remiss, he thought, if he didn't just fully give in and enjoy the situation at hand. With pre-seed rolling down the shafts to wet and make slick the wolf's body, he took it on with full pride that he was the center of attention, just as he always liked.

Pleasure felt by the three large friends was evident just from the fact of how dedicated they were to smothering the smaller friend with their genitals. It was like a whole new world of experiences for them. The size increase, they would have thought, would make it so they wouldn't be able to distinctly feel their little friend. After all one does not so simply recognize the crawling of an insect beneath the fur or between scales. In actuality the nerve endings would seemingly have increased dramatically in count as if to compensate for what could have become a state of apathy for the body's senses. In particularly the locations which already had a high number of nerves near the edge would have become like small pads of intense pleasure when ever something graced upon it. To Swift and Srasz the bottoms of their feet transformed into vast expanses for producing intense bliss, for even the cracking ground created a texture which brought to them unimaginable joy. It was of no consequence then that Srasz brushed his tail along the ground without a care to the buildings or vehicles around him, and yet any passerby who saw the action simply nodded with a chuckle. To them this was to be expected from any new initiates. Having hooves, Thunder's anatomy was forced to take a different approach. His hands instead would have become just as sensitive, if not more, than the toes of his friends. As such they would roam between the shafts, feeling them for their full entirety and in detail that would be lost on the others, while at the same time ensuring his own outrageously sized member was pleasured. Amongst all three, it could be agreed, there was no other feeling quite like what was spreading across their raging erections. It was be indescribable to them. Such a feeling had already surpassed the heaven attained via one's first orgasm, and yet this had lasted for what felt to be an eternity to them.

Time had struck the point where the three would be unable to wait any longer. There was a certain synergy between them which, when they might look back on this event, wouldn't be able to explain how it occurred. Pulling apart slightly they'd feel every tumble from their tiny friend as he bounced along the flesh. The Paint was swift with his actions as he'd awkwardly bend the side of his body and stretch his hand to catch his little buddy. It was here that Conall, while sitting on a field of fur upon the hand, could look up and finally see their friends in a stretched perspective.

Just as the same before, Srasz's body mass seemed to be at colossal magnitudes. Massive rifts were formed between the sections of muscle to which it seemed as if one could freely move between them, if able to actually wiggle and squeeze between the tight fitting flesh. Scales upon the body glimmered as though waxed, creating an illusion of shadows from the muscle to make it seem as if they were larger still. Every breath from the anole would create a string of events to trail down his chest to upper shoulder; muscle twitching as though anxious and ready to make a move. There was a grace to be had with that body. Surprisingly enough every movement looked to be a graceful flow, showing that his gentle and extremely lithe body was still somewhere under the mountains of muscle.

Swift appeared to tower over the reptile with the height he had bestowed upon himself. It was to the point that he seemed that, from the angle Conall was able to look from, that the rabbit could be on eye level with the clouds. Or at least he used to before slowly bending to kneel down along with Srasz. This however gave Conall a better chance to look over the muscularity of the rabbit's form. While nothing compared to the reptile beside, there was enough mass to make him appear built tight and with splendid form. Proportionally speaking he'd likely be on par with Conall, if not slightly larger.

Once he was lowered enough to be set down on the ground, he gained a better sight of the horse. He was tall for certain, and the muscularity nothing to mock, but the absolute magnitude of the genitalia was out of this world. Thunder's testicles could be seen as so large and massive that they hung lower down than normal. His shaft would be seen stretching well up to his chest and partially beyond with the circumference wider than what had to be half that of his own body. Such a spectacle could only be viewed for a short time as the horse slowly lowered himself down to regain a lost formation between the three.

Conall lay flat on his back with limbs stretched outward. His pants lay slack down his body as they barely kept their positioning upon his body, as his shaft managed to sneak out to fully expose itself to the air. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, he'd be treated to a strong pressure down at his legs. Opening and raising his head to view past his obscuring pectorals the sight which he gained sent him nearly over the top in itself. A horse's cock head, flared, was seen unloading a constant river of pre-seed over his body. Above his body, just barely a few inches away, he was able to watch as Swift's and Srasz's glans touched just barely together while keeping aimed downwards to add to the pre-seed. Every friend knew the moment was approaching, just a few seconds away. It was like waiting for the waves to come crashing upon the storm wall as a hurricane came forth. Conall reached up with his hands to give a gentle stroke to the porous fleshy heads of the cocks, as his tail whipped around to tease beneath the horse's. An intense rush of heat enveloped the wolf.

Sounds which echoed around Conall mimicked that of rushing rapids as the orgasms of his larger three friends took hold. He felt it in the air, vibrations, from their shafts upsetting the immediate atmosphere just barely. In an instant afterwords the sweltering air made way to the virile seed which coated his body in the blink of an eye. Blasting upwards with angles permitting, the black wolf was completely obscured by the sea of white which soon spread down the road and surrounding block like that of an immense wave. The wolf's tough body was able to take the constant stream without much fear of damage it would seem, as the constant battering felt to be an excessive massage if nothing else. The one cock applied enough pressure to keep him from flowing away with the rest of the temporary river, as he was forced to ride out the white squall his friends created.

None of the three large friends would recall how much time had actually passed during the triple orgasm between them. In fact none could even come to the recollection of just how much they had let loose during a time if unbridled lust. It was as though they truly had experienced their first time once again, but on a level the likes of which would seem heretical for a mortal mind to endure. Conall, on the contrary, lost track of time simply for a combination of stimuli working against him. The only thing he was able to recall was that his friends towered over him, at all times, before finding himself laying on the ground completely smeared with the rich seed of his friends. For miles around there was a thin layer of white liquid; a flood that would take quite some time to clean. Rich musk caught upon the breeze to swirl and spread through the air, letting those who weren't in the vicinity to the actions which had taken place.

Panting heavily, Conall just stared upwards. He watched as two of his friends, Swift and Srasz, stood up to walk away. Every intense pound of their feet being felt by Conall as they stopped only for a moment to grab at the objects which Srasz had originally tossed over the side of an office building. Balancing himself, Thunder would ever so carefully peel the wolf from the ground. Thick strands of the drying seed connected him to the earth; the snapping from tension leaving a strange tickling sensation against Conall's back. In a quick motion, Thunder caught the object tossed to him from the area which the two friends who left had walked towards.

"We, uh, knew how much you liked to show off Conall. I mean, hah, that's pretty obvious right? We figured to pool our money and get you a little something to help you do that even after you could grow large." Conall just stared up at his giant friend's head as he spoke. He was exhausted, and Thunder could see this. "... But, uh, I guess you don't really need it any more. While you were out we figured out something we could do with it anyways." Thunder, despite his immense size and all of what had taken place, seemed to keep the same personality as before. A polite tone flowed with the booming voice, but one that also held more confidence.

Conall hadn't realized he actually blacked out from the intense pleasure which had taken place. It would explain why he was shaking slightly even if he felt nothing but glee. For now, though, he watched as Thunder whipped the object he held in the air as if to straighten it out. A grand breeze blew over the surrounding landscape as trees swayed and ripples appeared in the white lake created none too long ago. Lifting a leg, Thunder aimed it so as to step into the dark blue object, the likes of which Conall was able to look down and make it out to be some sort of clothing. The other leg followed suit quickly enough as the horse bent down slightly to fasten and pull it upwards. In fact as Conall peered down and squirmed to gain a better view, he felt his body slipping from between the fingers of the horse.

In a quick few seconds of a free fall, the wolf found himself bouncing down the now flaccid member of his friend and onto the surprisingly elastic fabric. It seemed to be made from latex; a new type of swimming suit fabric recently released to the public. Pushing himself so that he wouldn't be laying on his stomach, he turned upon his back just in time to see the gigantic testicles of the horse come within arms reach. In one instant later the smaller black body was pressed harshly against one of the black balls. Elastic was heard stretching with a groan as it seemed to barely contain the sexual organs of the horse. A snap indicated that Thunder had likely gotten it up and around his waistline in some act of magic, as Conall had to wonder just how something like this could fit. The wolf's body was completely flat with limbs stretched outwards once again as he felt his large friend beginning his stride. Conall wouldn't know where he was headed, but what he did know was that his world consisted of constantly grinding against the underside of his friend's balls. A quiet and happy whinny from his equine friend indicated that he was finding a great deal of enjoyment out of the scenario. Conall came to the conclusion that he had been the big guy for a bit too long, and it was time for his friends to experience the joy. This was something that would take time to accustom himself to, but in the mean time, wouldn't have much say in it regardless. Conall simply closed his eyes and relaxed, and above all else, was able to enjoy his friendship with a whole new twist.