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Rio De Janeiro, a city of life, color and freedom. In this place, one can soar like a bird or dive down into the deepest depths of a clear blue ocean. Or perhaps you might like to take part in its culture, where even the ground itself seems to breathe energy into its people and food. Regardless of your tastes, Rio has something for everyone.

But this is no vacation planned for the everyday traveler. No, you are Drake Vector, a local to the sun baked beaches and an avid urban explorer. However, unbeknownst to Drake, there are forces working in the background that seek to shake the very foundation of the city. If their actions serve for good or for Ill that is for you to decide, but one thing is certain.

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Rio will never be the same again

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Tiger Rush

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** "** Oi todas essas pessoas...."

Drake let out a sigh as yet another customer came up to the counter. He was an American from the looks of things, dressed in a tacky looking shirt and sunglasses and wearing far to much sunscreen. He was surrounded by what must be his wife and kids, all of them with too much sunscreen and most of them fiddling with their phones.

"Olá!... Como podemos..... chegar a.... estátua?" the man asked in very broken Portuguese as he lifted up the map and pointed to an image of the statue of Christ the Redeemer.

"There is a bus that runs every half hour over there that will take you right to it." Drake said with a smile, causing the entire family to suddenly flinch before they processed that they actually understood what he was saying.

"Oh you speak English! Thank goodness! We have been wandering around for hours trying to find our way and no one has been able to help! Thank you!" the man stated with a grin as he quickly turned around and ushered his family toward the bus stop.

Drake sighed, one hand propping up his head on the counter as he watched the family walk away without so much as giving him a tip.

"These tourists are going to be the death of me..." he thought to himself as he reached underneath the counter and grabbed a bottle of water.

The city was abuzz with the coming of the big game. With all the crowds it was almost as bad as things got with Carnival. Except instead of brightly colored floats and people in costumes, the streets were flooded with overweight tourists who barely appreciated the sport.

Still, business was good at the rental shack where he worked and NexStay always provided him with some of the best quality equipment. He barely had to do any repairs and if he ever needed anything they would deliver it in less than a day. Still this left him bored most days, sitting behind the counter and helping out the occasional customer pick some surfboard or giving out directions to lost tourists.

Honestly he wished he was out there, taking in the sun and surf while the weather was good. But still, there were some fringe benefits to the job...

"Hey Drake, can I get my usual?" shouted a man as he quickly ran towards the shack.

Drake nodded as he finished his gulp of water before he went to the back of the room and picked out a bright green surfboard and lugged it to the front of the counter. The man waiting there was a bronze adonis of a man, every feature of his body sculpted as if he was made out of living rock. Added to the fact that he was clad in a very small orange speedo that left very little to the imagination didn't tone down his sex appeal one bit either.

"Thanks man! Ill have it back to you before closing!" he stated with a smile, showing off his pearly whites before he set down his fee and bolted off to join a group of similarly large and well toned surfers before they all went dashing towards the beach.

Drake smiled as he watched them run, their toned and firm asses shaking almost tauntingly as they made their way out of his field of vision.

Yes, he was gay and didn't deny that fact. In fact, it was one of the main reasons he chose this job. During this time of year, it was a perfect place to get some eye candy whenever he wanted. Rio was a beautiful city and it was similarly filled with beautiful people. The hot sun blazing down on them all year round almost made it a requirement to have a body that was made for the beach. Sadly though, Drake lacked the extra time and genetics he would need to to get as fit as these other men. With his skin tone just a slightly darker brown than most people from the area and his muscle build borderline twiggy, he was no way near the same size of those adonises. Still, he took solace in the fact that he had gotten some muscle build from his urban exploration hobby and the fact that he was still better looking than most of the tourists that had flooded the area. His long brown hair and deep green eyes had gained him plenty of phone numbers in the past after all...

*Knock knock knock*

Drake turned around from the register where he had just placed the money he had received, and saw someone that made him flinch.

He was a tall man, surpassing Drakes own 6'2 height and dressed in a formal suit and sunglasses. But the large tattoo around his neck and the several rings on his fingers showed that he was not your average businessman. No... This was Fernando...the debt collector and enforcer to the Garras Do Tigre.

"Olá Drake, I trust you have your payment ready?" he stated calmly as he removed his glasses and looked directly toward him with a cold stare....

Drake froze at the sight of the man, his hands growing cold and clammy at the reminder of just what this man was infamous for. Fernando could see his fear and smirked at the sight of Drake's shivering for a moment before he cleared his throat, knocking Drake out of his stupor.

"Ah yes! Fernando, always good to see you... But you see, business has only started picking up with the game just around the corner. Now I know that I owe you and your friends quite a bit of money, but I assure you, I will have the full payment ready by next week..."

Drake froze as he watched Fernando pause and rub his chin for a moment before he turned around to look at the crowd of people walking up and down the streets of the city. There was a hellish moment where all the blood drained from Drake's ears and the world went silent save for the sound of his own rapidly increasing heartbeat. But that silence was soon lifted as Fernando let out a thoughtful sigh before turning around and looking Drake dead in the eye.

"Yes...I can see that the city is more crowded than usual lately. But that does not excuse being late on a payment." He stated coldly.

Drake froze, his eyes darting around the room looking for a path to escape or something to defend himself with. But the man had him cornered, with his only way out over the counter that he was currently standing in front of.

"....Still, it is hard to collect from a man who can not feed himself. Very well, But I do expect a FULL payment next week at this exact same time." He finished as he placed his sunglasses back on.

Drake let out a sigh of relief and tried his best to put on a smile.

"Thank you Fernando, and I promise you will have all of your money by next week." Drake said warily.

Fernando nodded as he began to turn around, but instead of stepping away, he learned back on the counter with both elbows. There was another moment of scilence Drake never thought would end as Fernando stood there watching the crowds as they went by.

"Yes, I imagine things will be quite busy for you and me in the coming week. Still, remember that your debt is rather substantial...and you don't want to cross me or my friends. Adiós Drake..." Fernando stated as he got up and began to walk away.

Drake smiled and waved as he gangster slowly made his way down the street and into a nearby car. After he had gotten in and drove off, Drake let out a relieved sigh and clutched his chest where his heart had been throbbing for the entire encounter.

"Merda...." he muttered to himself before he grabbed his water bottle again and took another large swig before slamming it down on the counter.

Drake sighed and paced around the stall, thinking about his younger years that he had spent gambling, digging himself deeper and deeper into a hole until he found himself indebted to one of the most ruthless gangs in Rio.

"I gotta get those guys off my back somehow..." he muttered to himself.

*Cough*

"Aye!" Drake exclaimed as he jumped in surprise, his heart racing once again before he turned around to see yet another man in a business suit...except this time with a much friendlier disposition.

"Good afternoon Mr. Vector. I trust business has been going well?"

The man seemed very clean and well presented, he wore a black tie and suit pants along with a set of dress shoes. A strange sight out at the beach, but the insignia of the NexStay company on his jacket pocket was one that Drake had seem many times in the past.

"Oh! Are you from NexStay? I don't believe I ordered anything...or is there a problem?" Drake asked as he approached the counter.

"No sir, this isn't about an order. I'm actually here to deliver something from my supervisors. It seems you have been selected to test one of our newer brands of sunscreen before it is implemented into the market."

The man then lifted up the briefcase he was holding and set it on the counter. After opening the latches he reached inside and pulled out a white tub that was covered with a large label and the insignia of the Nexus Conglomerate.

"Wait, no offense but I didn't sign on to test any products." Drake stated with arms folded.

"It's a random selection and it's completely optional." the man stated.

Drake grunted as the man brushed some of the sand from off his jacket before looking back at him.

"I would like to inform you though that, there would be a rather large financial incentive for you should you choose to test the product and give us feedback on your experience. Perhaps even enough to rid you of that unpleasant gentleman I saw you speaking with a few moments ago..." he continued.

Drake flinched.

"And before you ask, yes we have been observing you. We've noticed how you seem to have little to do here, so we decided to consider you for the testing initiative. Also judging by the audio files, you could use the money..." he continued.

"Now hold on a moment...it's weird enough that you have been spying on me this whole time, but that doesn't mean you can try to force your product on me!" Drake stated angerly.

"It's surveillance Mr Vector, to ensure the safety of NexStay company property and the well being of its employees. Now as I stated, this is completely optional and are under no contractual obligation to accept. There will be no repercussions should you choose not to test the product, I am just here to offer incentive for doing so." He stated professionally.

Regardless of your decision however, I will recommend that extra security patrols be posted in the surrounding area. The Nexus Conglomerate takes threats to its employees and assets very seriously. Should that man decide to approach you again with harm as his intent, I assure you that he will have to deal with the consequences of his actions.

Drake sighed as he weighed his options. That last bit of news was comforting somewhat, although he knew that Fernando would be persistent, and this sort of action would likely just make him angry. But the entire deal seemed shifty and the fact that he had essentially been spied on for the past few months that he had this job was enough to many anyone suspicious. But considering how NexStay seemed to provide a lot for its employees and the quality of their equipment, they must have plenty of money to throw around.

"Fine...I'll do it." Drake stated finally.

The man smiled as he reached into his briefcase and pulled out a contract and a pen. After going over the details and instructing him on how he should apply the cream twice a day, he signed the paperwork and the man left with the cream on the counter top.

Drake sighed as he looked at the cream suspiciously. He was wary of making strange deals with men like him. It was that same kind of calm, cut throat professionalism that had gotten him into the hole he was in today. But still, if it would get the Tigre's off his back and let him move on with his life, he didn't think testing a bit of sunscreen would do much harm.

Reaching down he unscrewed the cap, looking at the strange, almost silvery goo inside the container before reaching in and scooping up a small amount with his fingers. He brought it up to his nose and smelled the fluid, which had a clean sort of odor to it, along with a slightly musky undertone. Shrugging it off he applied some of it to his arms and face, remarking in the odd tingling sensation it left in his wake.

Drake paused for a few moments, waiting for some sort of adverse reaction until nothing happened...

"Huh...guess it's nothing too bad..."

Suddenly, he noticed a large bus pull up onto the street ahead of him, and out poured another massive wave of tourists, all of them making a beeline straight for his stand. Drake gulped and quickly screwed on the cap of his sunscreen before placing it under the counter and putting on his best salesman smile.

It was going to be a busy day.

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Dawn in Rio was really a fantastic sight to see. The skies were awash with the first rays of sun, painting the area with a wide array of shades of yellow and orange. But the best views could only be taken in from the top of the hill, were Drake stood with his backpack around his shoulders as he looked out towards the sea.

He loved this time of day; the sky was like a moving painting as the last pieces of darkness gave way to the light of the sun. It was also one of those brief moments when the city of Rio was mostly asleep and a calm air filled the area.

It was also the only time of day he could get to do some urban exploration without getting caught...

Letting out a sigh, Drake stretched one last time before he was reminded about his new job. Pausing for a moment he reached into his bag and pulled out the white tub. After scooping out a small portion with his fingers, he quickly rubbed the gooey sunscreen into his face and arms before he began to walk in place, building up his heart rate and preparing his muscles. He then began to envision the path ahead of him, recalling all of the twists and turns he would need to make to get to the bottom of the hill in time for work.

He then stopped and stood perfectly still...counting backwards...

3....

2....

1...

And he was off like a gunshot!

He leapt over the fence in fount of him, landing squarely on the roof of the house below and rolling forward. He got back up then broke out into a full run, building up speed as he crossed the roof until he reached its edge. Not stopping then, he put one foot on the very edge of the building before he leapt off, and for a brief moment he felt as though he was flying...before he landed directly onto the building below.

"Wooo!" he shouted out as he kept on running.

The next roof had a few pieces of furniture sprawled across it and he vaulted over them with ease. The next few houses were directly connected to one-another and Drake made an effort to weave his way around some of the larger obstacles before he leapt off the roof again and landed onto another building below.

Drake didn't stop there though and kept up his sprint, leaping off that roof again and onto another and another. It was here he started to find his rhythm and build up his momentum. Ducking and weaving across rooftops and gardens he could feel his heart racing and his adrenaline pumping as he made his way down the hill.

As he kept on with his run, the sun continued to rise and the orange and yellow shade of the sky began to give way to a beautiful shade of blue. Had he have been paying any attention, Drake would have begun to hear the squawking of the numerous tropical birds that called this place their home as they began to awaken and begin their search for food. Rio was beginning to wake up, and it wouldn't be long before he would be discovered.

As Drake vaulted over another fence onto another person's backyard garden, he suddenly heard the sound of rushed footsteps and the creaking of floorboards not too far away from him. Not wanting to be discovered he kept up his sprint, making a speedy getaway through a large bush and down onto a clear rooftop. It was then he started to hear the sound of footsteps get closer and closer and Drake's instincts went into overdrive thinking that he was being pursued by someone. As he leapt from that roof and onto another, he began to make his way through a series of obstacles, trying to shake his pursuer.

After leaping across two more rooftops and taking a round-about path, Drake was confident that he had lost his tail. But then suddenly the footsteps grew louder and faster, getting closer and closer to Drake until a blurred shape zipped right past him.

Drake was dumbstruck and briefly stopped just as he saw the other runner leap over the roof ahead of him. He seemed to be a local like him, with a bronze skin tone and wild black hair that whipped in the wind. He was also wearing only a pair of swimming trunks that displayed his toned ass through the fabric.

After the other runner had made it onto the roof ahead of him, he suddenly came to a stop and turned around.

He was amazing...standing a bit taller than Drake and with piercing blue eyes that he could see from even across the gap. He was very toned, with a proud set of pectorals and a set of six pack abs that rose and fell with every breath he took. The man looked up at Drake and smiled, his teeth as white as pearls before he suddenly took off again, leaving Drake dumbstruck.

Drake stood there for a moment, watching this magnificent specimen of a man leap and vault over the buildings with the gracefulness of a cat. There seemed to be no flaw in his movements, each step carefully measured and every leap over the buildings taken with careful consideration and only the necessary amount of effort needed to get him across. He must have been doing this for quite a long time...

The sound of someone shouting at him from across the roof then knocked him out of his stupor. It was an older woman, shouting something he could barely understand, but he didn't need to know what she said to know he needed to get out of there...and fast.

Drake then took off again, leaping across the roof and down onto the house below. He took a look at his surrounding for a brief moment and saw that the man ahead had gained a considerable lead on him. Not wanting to seem like a wimp, Drake mustered his courage and ran across the rooftop until he slid down onto the ground below through the use of a drain pipe, taking to the streets and finding his way to a shortcut that he knew of. As he weaved his way past a few cars and bikes, he found himself on a balcony of a house which was perfect for making his way down. He quickly climbed over the protective fence and down onto the ground below and towards his goal.

One thing about Rio is that although it is a modern city, it still has some old world pieces to it. One such piece was a large length of rope that must have been used as a laundry line long ago which had been smoothed down over the ages that ran across several buildings and connected one house to another. It was a popular zip line activity for some of the locals, but for Drake it was his express pass down to the bottom.

Reaching into his bag as he ran, he pulled out his spare pair of pants and prepared himself. Gathering enough speed, he launched himself off the roof, swinging the tough fabric across where his free hand could grab it and sliding down the rope with blinding speed. Drake could soon see his competitor in the distance until he finally caught up, sliding right past him and making the man pause and gawk in surprise. Drake smirked as he held on tight, making his way down the hill until he reached the end...which would be a rather abrupt one had he not known the area better.

Thankfully, whoever set this zip-line up must have anticipated someone would go down it a bit faster than they had wanted. So they had set up an old mattress at the bottom to cushion the force of the fall.

As he reached the end, he let go of his pants, letting himself fall for a brief moment before his body collided with the soft mattress. The impact hurt somewhat, but it was better than hitting the stone wall and Drake quickly shook it off.

There was suddenly another loud shout behind him and Drake suddenly saw the other man pass by him on the building next to him.

Drake knew he had to move and he quickly made his way down onto the streets below again. There was a steep incline which allowed him to get another burst of speed before he made his way across another balcony and down onto another rooftop. He couldn't see his competitor, but he knew he couldn't falter. He kept running, his body and muscles flexing with every moment, leaping from rooftop to rooftop until finally...

*Thud!*

He stood on solid ground at the bottom of the hill...with his competition nowhere in sight.

"Huh..." he said to himself, just moments before he heard another thud and the sound of someone approaching him from behind.

"Damn! You're good, I didn't know about that zip line. That must have been a hell of a ride!" said the man as he came up and slapped Drake on the back.

Drake chuckled briefly before the man stood in front of him, gasping for breath and dripping with sweat. Yet still, even though his matted hair his bright blue eyes shone through.

"Olá meu nome é Diego, e você?" He asked.

"I'm Drake, pleased to meet you Diego." Drake stated as he offered the man his hand.

Diego laughed and quickly shook it.

"Ah, good you speak English! I need to practice it more often. Dad says I'll need it when I'm running the company someday." He said with a smile.

Drake chuckled and shrugged.

"I just have to use it though whenever I'm talking to some of the tourists around here or when I'm at the rental shack I work at." Drake said with a smile as he began to walk down the street with Diego following behind.

"Oh? Do you work with NexStay? My Dad's company is actually working with one of their sister companies. Have you ever heard of NexPlan?"

Drake paused, remembering something about the name from one of the signs he had seen around the city, but he just shrugged and kept walking.

"Can't say I have." He stated.

"Oh! Well they are the one organizing the big game. My dad is going to be in-charge of the catering and some of the decorations for the finalé!" Diego stated with a hint of excitement in his voice.

Drake chuckled and tried to keep moving forward, he knew that if he let his gaze linger to long on Diego's shirtless form he would end up making gooey eyes towards him.

"Wow, your parents must be pretty well off then eh?" Drake asked.

"Yea, we get around...Say, do you think you would like to grab a drink later? I've got to get going and I don't meet many other runners. I'd love to hear some of your stories." Diego asked.

That made Drake pause and he turned around. He looked at Diego for a moment, looking for some sign of an alternative motive like he had been lead into so many times before. But what he saw was the face of honesty and he felt his heart flutter in his chest.

"Ummm...yea! Sure! Ill be done at around three. I just work at the shack over there!" Drake stated with a smile as he pointed at his stand across the road.

Diego smiled before he quickly reached into his pocket and pulled his phone. The two of them then quickly exchanged numbers before Diego said his goodbyes and ran off down the street.

Once he had gotten far enough away, Drake allowed himself to swoon for a brief moment before he shook it off and made his way across the street.

A hot rich guy who loved Urban exploration? It seemed like a dream come true! Drake smiled and walked with a skip in his step as he made his way towards his stand. Thinking about just what sorts of things he could talk about with the adonis that evening.

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Drake awoke the next morning feeling lighter than air.

After work, he and Diego got a drink at the local pub, where they talked for hours about the different paths across Rio and some of their more exciting trips...as well as some of their more spectacular blunders. Still, they had a lot in common, and Drake could barely take his eyes off Diego the entire night. But still, all good things must come to an end and the two of them parted ways. But not before Diego suggested the possibility of going with him on another run tomorrow.

Drake quickly leapt from his bed and grabbed a pair of workout shorts and a t-shirt. He didn't want to be late and he wanted to be ready for the coming day.

He then quickly prepared his daily supplement shake and grabbed some fresh fruit off the counter and quickly scarfed it down. But as he passed by the full length mirror he kept in the hallway he paused.

Still clad in only his boxer briefs, Drake noticed that he looked...different.

He seemed a bit bigger in all respects, and his normally smooth and unblemished skin now sported a light dusting of hair around his chin and chest. He even was beginning to show the signs of a happy trail that went down his navel and down into his groin. Feeling curious he pulled back the band of his boxers and saw that he was a little hairier down there as well. But that distraction was soon forgotten when he noticed a few veins flexing underneath his skin as he moved his arms and upper body around.

Drake smiled, flexing slightly as he began to notice actual progress in his arms and chest, whereas there was little to no muscle definition there before.

He then posed in the mirror for a few moments, remarking at his larger size before the beeping of his alarm clock suddenly remind it of the time.

"Merda!"

Quickly putting on his clothes and grabbing his backpack, he made his way outside and up the hill to where he was going to meet Diego. The sun had still not risen yet and the streets were still dark. But Drake made his way to the top with minimal effort and he found Diego already waiting at the spot they had agreed upon doing stretches.

"Oi! Morning sleepyhead!" Diego said with a smile as he waved at Drake as he approached.

Drake chuckled as he came up to his running partner and set his bag to the side. The two of them then began to stretch, following the same basic movements until both of them were ready for their run.

"Oh! Hold on a sec, I need to do something first." Drake said as he began rifling through his bag and pulling out the white tub of sunscreen.

Drake quickly began to slather it onto himself, adding almost a bit to much onto his arms and face. He quickly compensated though and moved the goo down his neck and onto the back of his legs.

"Wait...sunscreen? Merda! I forgot mine at home! Can I have some of yours?" Diego asked with his hand outstretched.

Drake paused, eying the container suspiciously.

"I dunno...this is actually some new cream I'm testing for work...." Drake stated cautiously.

Diego groaned in disappointment as his shoulders slumped.

"What's the harm though? I mean otherwise I have to go back to my house and get some, and that's a twenty minute run back and forth..."

Drake paused, looking at the man in front of him eye him pleadingly. He knew that he was supposed to test this for the company and hopefully get his gambling debts erased...still...maybe he would get a bonus if someone else tested it with him.

"Alright, I suppose there is no harm to it."

Diego smiled as he took the container and unscrewed the cap, scoping up a large amount of cream and spreading it across his chest and face. By the time he had finished covering most of himself though, the sun had begun to rise and the sky's were painted the same brilliant shade of orange and gold it had always was at this time of day.

The two of them then began to run in pace, building up their heart rate and adrenaline as they began to focus at the task at hand. However Diego paused halfway through, looking at Drake with that same competitive grin he had given Drake yesterday.

"So, another race then? No shortcuts this time though." Diego finally stated, knocking Drake out of his focus and making him look directly at him.

"Yea, sure why not? I warn you though, I know this area pretty well..." Drake said with a smirk of his own.

After a few more stretches the two of them stood perfectly still, eyes shut and readying themselves for the task ahead. The area grew silent as their shadows began to stretch further back from the light of the dawning sun.

"On the count of three..." Diego muttered...

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three!" Drake interrupted before running forward and leaping over the fence.

Diego shouted out in protest before letting out a loud laugh and charging forward and leaping over the fence as well.

Within a few moments, the two of them were off, both of them running in different directions across the rooftops of Rio and making their way down the steep slope. Drake was feeling especially energetic that morning with his discovery of his new found progress in the mirror and was racing across at a breakneck pace. He felt a little bad for taking a brief head start, but he swore to himself that he wouldn't take any shortcuts. Diego would be bound to catch up eventually anyway.Drake smirked as continued a steady lead, but every now and again he would hear the sound of Diego's footsteps as he vaulted across the rooftops or leapt over a piece of furniture.

Still, Drake didn't want to seem like he was showboating or trying to act like he was better than the more seasoned runner. So as he began to reach the bottom of the hill, he began to slow his pace, working down to a brisk jog that allowed him to still make it across the rooftops while Diego caught up. Finally after some time Diego whizzed past him, letting out a whoop of accomplishment as he vaulted over someones garden and made his way down a flight of stairs. Drake smirked as he brought his pace back up again. Although not so much that he may surpass his running partner.

Finally, the two reached the bottom with Diego holding a slight lead and Drake following shortly behind.

"Ha! Got you that time, how did you like looking at my ass?" Diego said with a cocky laugh as he slapped his toned rump.

Drake chuckled, but tried to hold back his arousal as he looked directly at those toned, meaty glutes held in by a tightly fitting pair of swim trunks.

"That's what you get for trying to take a head start!" Diego continued as he reached into his own bag and took out a bottle of water.

"Well we will see about that, frankly i don't mind having to look at your ass every now and again..."

Drake then froze, now realizing what he had just said and making Diego pause for a moment before he looked at him with mischievous eyes.

"Well then, maybe next time ill wear my speedo. Although frankly if I could get away with it, ide wear nothing at all." Diego said sensually, making Drake blush before he let out a hearty laugh.

"Hahah! You see? I can turn it around on you too!" Diego said with a smirk.

Diego then continued to laugh as the two of them made their way down the street and soon Drake began to join in. But as they walked they both finally began to come down from their adrenaline highs.

"Ohh...wooo! That was great though, I've never gotten to do a run with someone else before and I gotta say you really made me push my limits. Wanna do this again some other time?" Diego asked.

Drake smiled as he adjusted his bag and made his way across the street towards the rental shack.

"Sure, I would like that."

The two of them then walked for a few quiet moments, watching the sun as it rose over the horizon and began to greet the day. As they reached Drakes intersection Diego admitted that he needed to do something for his dad in town and would be busy all day while Drake would be confined to the rental shack. The two of them then said their goodbyes, but a handshake quickly turned into a hug, with both of their sweaty bodies held together in a tight embrace. They stood there for a moment holding each other, Drake desperately trying to hold back his erection before his hand suddenly began to move on its own. Drifting closer and closer to Diego's ass before he gave it a light squeeze.

Diego let out a soft "ooh!" of surprise before he looked at Drake with that same mischievous grin as he broke their hug and began to walk away, leaving Drake standing there looking at his hand in disbelief while Diego made a show of swinging his hips as he walked away.

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The following morning, Drake noticed something a bit off about himself. For one thing, he seemed to be showing even more growth sense yesterday. The veins on his arms were now clearly displayed and his chest had swollen in size, giving him a set of pecs that any man would have been proud of. His abs were also clearly defined, where they had once only been faint outlines, they were now strong, firm lumps that looked like the segments of a candy bar.

He had also gotten a bit hairier overnight, sporting a light chinstrap beard and a rather healthy coating of chest hair. But the strangest difference of all was the hair on his head, which had once just been a simple brown color that now sported strange light orange stripes that wouldn't wash out no matter how long he showered.

Sadly though he had slept in that morning and didn't have the time to question how this had happened or to do anything about it to fix it. So he decided to keep it for the time being and had actually gained a few complements from some of his customers throughout the day.

"Oi Drake, listras legais!"

"Graças se divertir!" Drake responded as one of his regulars came up and complemented him on his new hair.

Letting out a sigh he went to the back room and began to organize the stock. He caught a glimpse of himself in the back room and took notice of the strange stripes once again.

"They actually do look pretty cool...and they match up with the beard well...maybe ill keep them" He thought to himself as he began putting away surfboards and scuba equipment.

*Knock Knock Knock!*

"Um momento!" he cried out just as he finished putting away another board and approached the counter.

Much then to his surprise, Diego stood at the counter, shirtless like he always seemed to be, but now looking even more impressive than usual. Somehow he seemed to have grown overnight and he looked even bigger than ever. But that same broad grin and wild hair still stayed the same.

"Hey Drake! How's business today?" Diego asked as he leaned over the counter.

"Business is good! With the game coming up so soon the tourists have really been pouring in. I've even had to place in an order for some more surfboards and swim-trunks!" Drake said with a smile as he approached the counter.

"Oh! Speaking of which, tell me what you think of these?"

Diego then took a step away and revealed that he was wearing only a pair of tightly fitting red speedos that left little to the imagination. Drake had to hold himself back from drooling as Diego did a spin and he saw every curvature of his toned body.

"Well?" Diego asked.

"I...I...they are great! I mean you get so many fat guys wearing those with little regard but you pull them off really well!" Drake said while blushing furiously and trying to hold it all in.

Diego smirked as he turned his back to Drake and leaned on the counter, watching the crowds of people as they walked past.

"Well I'm glad you like them, and frankly I never thought I would look good in them until today. I think I may have had a growth spurt or something overnight because now they fit me so well! Although I kind of wish there was a little bit more room up front..." Diego then paused as he adjusted his package, while Drake tried his best not to look.

"You um...know they make ones that have a bit more room right?" Drake said awkwardly, trying to keep the conversation going while he stood as close to the counter as possible to hide the growing tent in his shorts.

"Yea, but then ide end up looking like a male stripper." Diego said with a chuckle before he turned around to face Drake.

"By the way, I know you close up shop soon. Think maybe you wanna hang out for a bit? Maybe hit up a club or something?" Diego asked casually.

Drake paused and thought for a moment...wondering just might be the best thing to do.

"Hmmm...you know, I think I would like to head to a club. I need to unwind" Drake said with a grin.

"Ha-ha! Belo! Sounds great!" Diego said with a laugh as he slammed his hands on the counter.

Drake giggled at the other man's enthusiasm as he quickly wrapped up the last few things he needed to do before he could leave.

Finally after counting everything up he locked up and found Diego waiting for him. He appeared to have brought some clothes with him somehow and he was wearing an open vested shirt and a pair of shorts that showed off his ass and defined legs perfectly.

The two of them then made their way into the city, weeding through the growing crowd of tourists that were crowding the streets in preparation for the big game. Some of the locals were even beginning to set up even more elaborate decorations, banners, posters and even a few guys running around handing out pamphlets. But the flair of Rio still shone through all the corporate sponsorship and lit the street up with bright and vibrant colors that over shone the small insignia of the NexPlan Company.

"The city is going to feel so empty after the game huh?" Drake said as the two of them stood on a street corner, waiting for a small parade of tourists to pass in the other direction.

"Eh, I would say so, but it won't be long until the next holiday or next big party...speaking of which, look!" Diego said as he outstretched his arm and pointed off into the distance.

It was fairly faint given the already bright surroundings of the area, but Drake knew the place that Diego was pointing at well. It was a sort of "cut into the wall" club that had a small entrance that lead into a much bigger dance floor. It had started out as a locally owned place that quickly turned into one of the more exclusive places in Rio. Due to its high quality drinks, excellent DJ's and their all male review.

"The Zoo? Umm, amigo you do know that it's a..."

"Come on! Let's go!" Diego shouted out before Drake could finish.

Diego then gripped onto Drakes arm and lead him onward. Soon they reached the front of the club where the bouncer seemed to immediately recognize Diego. He smiled and pulled back the velvet rope, allowing them both to head inside down a short series of stairs until they reached the club proper.

The room was dark, but the lights filling the area made it bright enough to see. There were people crammed everywhere and almost no one was wearing a shirt save for the few women who were sitting at the bar or trying to cop a feel of one of the dancers. The Dj was playing some upbeat song that Drake didn't know the name of and there were several dancers on poles scattered around the area that were surrounded by groups of men with a drink in one hand and cash in the other.

Drake could practically feel his jaw drop at the sheer sight of so many attractive and sweaty men all gathered in one place. It was almost like a massive orgy of muscle and flesh, although no one had their pants off...that he could see.

Suddenly then, Drake felt a piece of cloth smack him square in the face and he pulled it aside to see Diego had decided to forgo his vest as well.

"Wanna dance?" Diego asked with his hand outstretched.

Drake stammered in place, clutching onto Diego's shirt as he looked directly toward him. But after a few moments of meek responses, Diego grabbed Drakes hand again and pulled him down into the group of shirtless men.

*Thump thump thump thump!*

The beat started to repeat as the DJ started up his next mix and the crowd cheered. Soon the entire dance floor was flooded with even more men, some dancing solo and strutting their stuff while others paired together, rubbing their bodies against each other in an absolutely lewd spectacle.

The two of them danced for a while. Drake was a bit shy at first, but as the music began to build he felt his confidence rise and soon he was dancing with everyone. As the heat in the room began to get to him, he got rid of his shirt and many of the surrounding guys shouted in approval.

He kept going like this for several songs until he found himself needing a rest. He had lost Diego after one song, but soon found him grinding in-between two other guys and lead him off the floor and towards the bar. The two of them were already covered and sweat and their bodies were pumped with adrenaline and hormones. But the night was young and Diego opted to buy them both a drink.

"So...you're really..."

"What? I enjoy the company of other men? What was your first hint?" Diego said with a smirk.

Drake blushed in embarrassment and of his own cluelessness as the two of them walked from the bar to a nearby lounge area where a man dressed in only a tightly fitting jockstrap danced on a nearby pole.

"I can't believe you got us in here though. I mean usually you gotta wait or know someone at least!" Drake said as he sipped his drink.

"Well in this case it's the latter. My father owns part of this club, so I can come in whenever I like. Plus, no cover charge!" Diego said with a smirk as he rose up his glass towards the man on the pole dancing.

Drake chuckled slightly as he nursed his drink, watching the club move and the people in it dance. After a few minutes though he could feel the itch to move again and he got back up off the chair and was about to head towards the dance floor again.

But before he could get far, a hand suddenly stopped him and he turned to see Diego with the same man who had been dancing on the pole standing right next to him.

"Dominic here offered to give us a little "private show". Wanna come with?" Diego asked with a coy smirk.

Drake blinked before he looked at the two studs standing next to him. Dominic was a black, but well-built specimen of a man. He looked like he was a professional at what he did, but he still kept a youthful charm. Drake had been looking at him every now and again as he twisted around the pole or did a lap dance to one of the patrons, but he didn't longer long. He didn't want to seem like some sort of pervert around Diego.

"Sure, why not." He finally stated.

The two guys beamed as they walked towards an area marked "Private" they had to pass by another bouncer, but after Dominic spoke with him, they were lead past the curtain into a hallway with numbered doors lining it. Drake could hear the hoots and hollers of other "private" parties, and soon he and Diego were being lead to a room marked number seven before they went in.

It was a small room with a single pole and a small stereo nearby. What took up most of the room however was a large bed...

"Ah...err...I'm not so sure about this now..." Drake suddenly stammered.

But Diego wasted no time as he laid down on the bed and Dominic quickly pounced on top of him. The large black man quickly dove for his nipples, teasing and twisting them with his teeth and tongue while his muscular rump was on display for Drake to see through his jockstrap.

Diego moaned as he was being pleasured by a pro, he reached down and fumbled with his pants for a brief moment before he let loose his member that was not constrained by any underwear. The two men chuckled at Diego's eagerness and Dominic reached down and squeezed his cock playfully. He then slowly began to stroke his member slowly before suddenly he looked over at Drake with a hungry gaze.

"So, you going to stand there...or get in on this?" he stated with a cocky grin.

Drake wanted to make up some excuse from that remark...but the entire show was a huge turn on for him. Had he not been wearing pants he would be sporting some major wood himself...something he intended on remedying.

Throwing all shame to the wind he stripped out of his clothes and leapt onto the bed. Diego laughed in approval while Dominic eyed his modest 7 inch meat with a hungry gaze.

Soon the two guys laid side by side, and Dominic was expertly working their shafts with both hands, jerking the two guys off with a steady rhythm that was only broken when he decided to pay a little "extra" attention.

Whenever Dom's lips met his cock, Drake let out a moan of pleasure. He could easily take his whole cock into his mouth and he could send him closer and closer to the edge than he could even bear. But this guy was an expert, and he could almost tell when someone was too close to the finish and he quickly broke it off with them, leaving them wanting more.

Drake and Diego soon found themselves nearly comatose with pleasure, with Dom's expert mouth the both of them could barely hold on as they nearly popped with every session. But as time went on it nearly became a competition to who could get the other to cum first as their hands began to wander across each other chests, tweaking nipples and sneaking kisses to stir one or the other up so that they would reach the edge.

Drake nearly lost it when Diego leaned over and licked his nipples. He had always been sensitive there and when his tongue danced across his flesh he felt like his cock was about to burst. But Drake had found Diego's weakness as well, as he seemed to love it when you kissed his neck or bit it ever so slightly. He could almost tell that Diego was getting close at some points, but he wanted to keep this competition going.

But then, the feeling of Doms expert handwork suddenly stopped and the two men looked down at what was going on. It was then they both saw that Dom had gotten up and had taken off his jock, letting loose a massive twelve inch ebony shaft. Both of them drooled at the sight, but it was quickly taken away Dom turned around and exposed his bare ass to the boys.

"I got a hole that needs fillin boys..."

Drake and Diego then quickly got up as Dom got in-between them. Diego wandered off for a moment and came back with a condom which he quickly put onto his cock, and Drake sat with Dom looking directly at his shaft. Diego grinned as he gripped onto the black studs hips and slowly shoved his cock deep inside him. Dom let out a soft moan of pleasure and approval as Diego got adjusted to the man's hole. Slowly then, he pulled out, tilting his head back and letting out a moan of pleasure before sinking himself back in again. Dom let out another moan as he was filled again, but then he gripped onto Drakes cock with his free hand and took most of the shaft into his mouth.

Diego then began slowly fucking Dom, with Dom sucking off Drake and sending vibrations through his cock as he moaned in pleasure. Drake nearly lost it as Dom continued to show the same skill he had done before, but now with the added feeling of his cock vibrating in his mouth and the sight of Diego fucking him right in front of him.

But Diego seemed to like it hard and fast, and soon his thrusts became more rough and quicker. But Dom didn't seem to mind as his moans grew louder and his cock drooled precum onto the sheets below. Drake could barely stand it at that point, he could feel his balls churning and his chest tingling as he felt the building orgasm draw closer and closer.

But as their lovemaking intensified, a strange change began to wash over Drake and Diego. Soon, both of the boy's hair began to shift and change. Drakes, which had already began to show orange streaks, became brighter, while the last bits of his brown hair turned stark black. Diego however began to rapidly grow a coating of body hair over his normally smooth body, and his own long hair began to show the signs of the same orange streaks. Both boys then began to grow in size, their muscles expanding and swelling with power as both of them gained new found strength and flexibility that was almost abnormal for any person to have. But it was then Drake who began to show newer signs of a more radical change as his ears migrated up towards the top of his head. The hair that coated his scalp now covering his ears as they twisted and shrank into rounder, softer ears that took in the sounds of the area to an almost superhuman level.

Diego though had a change that was somewhat hidden, as his cock began to swell inside of Dom and the mushroom shaped tip began to taper and sharpen into a slight point. Small barbs also began to form along the length of his cock, but they were smoothed down lightly as if not to cause any pain to his partner. Rather they were rounded, and as they began to tear through the thin layer of latex of the condom, they began to rub against the inside of Doms body, sending shivers through the male escort's body.

As tensions began to build and as changes continued to rack their bodies, the three men could barely hold on as their members reached a breaking point. With Diego's changed cock and Doms expert skill, they could barely hold on and almost in unison the three men let out a cry of ecstasy as they let loose their loads. Doms covering the sheets below them while he eagerly gulped up as much of Drakes own load as he could manage. While Diego's load stuffed Dom, causing what remained of the condom to fall off as he pulled out from the stud and finish all over his back.

The three of them gasped for breath, all of them lost in their own haze of pleasure. Diego soon fell back onto the bed and Dom and Drake soon followed, each of them holding each other in their arms as they basked in the afterglow.

"Hot damn you guys are a good fuck..." Dom muttered with a grin as he gripped onto a nearby pillow and set his head upon it.

"Yea...fuck that was intense..." Diego muttered as he smiled a goofy grin.

Drake however was strangely silent...because although he was also wracked with his own powerful afterglow, his eyes wandered and saw the strange shape and bright coloration of Diego's cock.

"Umm...Diego..."

"Yea, what is it?" Diego stated casually.

"Did you put on some kinda weird condom?" Drake asked as he looked at the inhuman shaft.

"No...I think it was a normal one when I picked it up...speaking of which I gotta take it off."

Diego then reached down to his member. But when he touched bare flesh he was slightly concerned...but when he felt an unfamiliar texture on his own cock his eyes opened wide and he looked down to see his changed member.

"Oh fuck...."

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Drake awoke the next morning, lying down in a bed he did not recognize and sticky with sweat. There was a shape next to him, quietly sleeping although with his entire body covered by the blankets. He groaned as he got up, his tailbone felt sore and from all appearances he was sporting a rather persistent case of morning wood. The room he was in was covered in assorted sports posters, workout equipment, and strangely enough, a chair with a lectern nearby where a small violin sat. Light had only just begun to flutter in through the window but Drake could see nearly everything as clear as day. It was almost like someone was shining a flashlight from inside his head. Drake let out a loud yawn, but something felt off about his jaw, a strange numbing sensation that was coupled with a feeling of something not quite being right. He quietly gripped his blanket, but winced as he felt something sharp prick the palms of his hands. He flinched slightly and let go, looking at his hands before letting out a gasp of surprise.

His hands seemed much larger than before and were now coated in a thick layer of hair. The strangest addition however was that he now no longer seemed to have any fingernails, and the only sign of where they had once been were small slits at the tips of his fingers. Drake flexed his fingers slightly, and soon a set of wicked black claws emerged from their hiding place.

He let out a gasp, flinging the sheets from his body and leaping off the bed. The shape next to him grumbled in protest, but a single eye emerged from underneath the sheets, an eye which had an elongated pupil and was colored a bright shade of blue.

Drake shivered at the sudden feeling of the cool air on his bare flesh, but that seemed to be short lived as the cold was only on his shoulders and neck. As he rushed over to the nearby window the shape from the bed let out a low growl before covering himself back up with the sheets.

"Drake...come back to bed man, it's too early...." The shape said weakly.

But Drake paid the shape no heed as he faced the mirror and looked at his changed shape in shock.

He must have grown at least two feet last night and his body was packed with muscle. A creamy layer of white fur now covered chest and abdominals which only brought more attention to his clearly defined muscles. His arms and legs also had grown to a much larger size along with the rest of his body; however they were now coated in orange and black striped fur like a tigers. His face also seemed slightly different. Drake experimentally opened his mouth and noticed how much larger his canines were. His most striking feature however were his eyes, which still held the same bright green shade he had always had, but with his pupil's haven taken on a feline shape.

"Merda...." He muttered to himself as he looked downward at his legs which had also grown to powerful and flexible tree trunks.

He then felt a slight twitching sensation on his backside and turned to see a new addition a few inches above his ass. A nubby growth-like protrusion seemed to have appeared at some point last night and Drake stared down at it in shock. His small nub had already grown a light coating of orange fur and was twitching slightly of its own volition.

Drake then felt a powerful throb as his manhood demanded attention and he turned to face it, only to see not the seven inches he had grown used to, but to a ten inch pointed shaft that appeared to be coated in strange barbs.

"What...what happened last night..." he muttered to himself as he looked at himself in disbelief.

Drake then suddenly heard the sound of creaking wood to see the person whom had been laying next to him get off the bed. It was Diego from all appearances, but it seemed that he was just as changed as he was.

"Man, that was one hell of a night, you got me, I got you, and then Dom had a round with both of us. I'm going to be sitting funny all day...." He said with a coy grin before he reached upward and stretched, showcasing his increased muscle mass along with his own coat of fur that reached just up to his neck. Relaxing slightly, he let out a low yawn of his own and displayed his own frightening set of pearly whites.

"Us...I mean...we didn't look like this last night...All I remember was us doing it with Dom and then you showing off your cock that had changed somehow..." Drake said quietly as he tried to comb through his memories for an answer.

Diego smiled as he began to twist and stretch his more flexible body.

"Yea, then you went down on me before we could figure anything out and we all kinda just went with it from there. I think when Dom left he was sporting some fur of his own...cept I think he was some kinda...black and white tiger? Either way he looked dead sexy, just like you do now."

Diego then slowly approached Drake from behind and gently gripped onto his member and began slowly stroking it, the rougher, more abrasive barbs sending shivers down his spine as Diego slowly jerked him off.

"I...mmmm...we should....fuck....." Drake moaned as the fur on his body began to tingle and he could feel his heart beat rising.

"Ohh we will have plenty of time for that...." Diego muttered seductively, but then he suddenly removed his hand from Drakes cock and took a step back.

Drake shuddered at the sudden lack of warmth, but then he was suddenly knocked out of his lustful stupor when he was hit in the face with a pair of pants.

"Wa? Hey! What are you doing?" Drake stated with a bit of annoyance as he turned around to see Diego struggling to get on a pair of pants of his own.

"What? It's game day!" Diego stated with a toothy smile.

Drake rolled his eyes as Diego stuffed his own tail down his pants and fumbled with the buttons as he moved his enlarged cock out of the way.

"Hey, we have plenty of time to figure this out later. But I've got box seat tickets! It will just be us and my dad and I'm sure he will understand whatever we are going through. Besides, I've been waiting for this all year! I'm not going to miss it just because of a bad hair day!" Diego stated, almost like he was oblivious to what had happened.

"I think this is more than just a bad hair day!" Drake stated angrily as he bore his teeth and let out a low growl.

"Easy easy, I'm sure it will all wear off eventually. But for now I think we need to relax...and what better way to relax than at the game eh!?" Diego said with a grin as he pulled his shirt over his head, struggling slightly until he was able to pop his changed head through with some effort.

The fabric around Diego's chest however could barely take the strain and began to tear at the edges. Diego also looked like he was having trouble breathing as well. So in one swift movement he unsheathed a single claw and tore a V-neck into his shirt, allowing him some room to breathe.

"Hey these things are pretty handy...." Diego said to himself.

Drake groaned as he reached for his own pants and struggled to put them on as well. However with his own increased muscle mass, he was finding it difficult to get dressed. Diego had only grown slightly because he was already huge, however Drake had nearly doubled in size and it would be a miracle if anything fit him at all.

After some struggling with the fabric his temper got the better of him and he ended up shredding his shirt to pieces. Diego only laughed at the spectacle before giving Drake a larger shirt and pants before heading out the door with a baseball cap on his head to hide his changed ears.

Drake grumbled as he fumbled with the pants and crammed his new tail down his pants and prayed that he wouldn't end up sitting on it. He was silently hoping that all of this stuff would end up disappearing in time; however he was hoping that he would at least keep the muscle he had grown.

Finally, after a bit more difficulty he was able to get some clothes on, although they seemed almost ready to burst at the slightest flex. As he reached over and grabbed a nearby ball-cap from Diego's desk, Diego suddenly popped his head in with a shy smile on his face.

"Hey, think maybe I can borrow some more of that sunscreen?"

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"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOALLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!"

The crowd cheered as the teams rushed across the playing field. Everyone dressed in their favorite team's colors while wearing face-paint and waving signs and flags around, cheering on their team as the match began to heat up. Everyone was also drinking a complementary sports drink that had been given out by the Nexplan Company to keep themselves hydrated in the hot summer heat.

The announcer began shouting frantically, describing every event that was going on on the field while the crowds watched in earnest. It was almost like the whole of Rio had come out to watch this game, along with several thousand others from across the globe. But the clock was running out and the game was coming to an end with both teams tied for points.

The announcer started talking faster and faster, the ball being passed from one player to the next while the apposing team frantically tried to steal it back. The clock was ticking...ten seconds! Nine!

One player kicked the ball across the field, a risky move! Eight seconds!

The ball was taken by his teammate, who was barely able to get to it before the opposing team could! Seven seconds!

The man raced across the field, ducking and weaving past friend and foe alike as he made his way across, trying to gain as much ground as he could! Six! Five! Four!

But then the opposing team intercepted him, creating a wall that would be ready to block any move he could make! It seemed hopeless and the opposing team would just let the clock run out! But this player would not be so easily defeated, with an almost split second timing, he pulled his foot back and kicked the ball with all his might, sending it sailing straight past the opposing team and towards the goal!

The crowd was whipped into a frenzy and began to shout!

THREE!

TWO!

ONE!!!

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Drake and Diego laughed as they made their way down the stairs and into the bowels of the stadium. It had been a close game, but that last ditch play by that brave kicker had ended up winning them the game!...Sadly, it was not the team that they were rooting for.

Still, it was a great game that left everyone off their seats. There would be no shame in how the boys from Rio played that day, and there would be bound to be a party for them all once they left.

But first, Drake and Diego would be treated to something a little special. One of the strings that Diego had been able to pull with the help from his father was that they could deliver the catering to their team and meet them all in person.

Drake was almost shaking in excitement, almost forgetting about his changes as they wheeled the cart of food down the hallway towards the locker rooms.

"Do you think Renaldo will let me have his autograph!?! Or maybe even Everett?" Drake stammered excitedly.

"Hey, we will be giving them food after a big game. I'm sure they will do whatever you want!" Diego said with a toothy grin as they both reached the doors and pushed them open with the force of the cart.

"Grande Jogo!!!" The two of them shouted before they let out a gasp at the sights they saw.

Clothing was scattered everywhere. Either torn to shreds or tossed half-hazard across the room. The players were in a similar state, scattered everywhere, partnered with their fellow teammates as they pleasured themselves or helped pleasure another. The entire room had turned into an orgy, and even the coach stood on the sidelines watching the entire spectacle with his pants around his ankles and working his own cock.

However, there was also a strange change going on across the entire team. There were patches of fur across nearly every man's back, and most, if not all had already sprouted small, nubby tails that were rapidly growing with each passing moment. A low growl then came from one corner of the room as a massive man stepped forward. He must have stood at eight feet tall and what little remained of his bare flesh was colored a dark chestnut brown. His yellow eyes shone bright as his cock throbbed in front of him, poking out of an ill-fitting jockstrap that seemed ready to burst as the red spear appeared to grow with each throb.

"You the caterers?" he rumbled as he looked down onto the platter in front of them.

"Yes..." the two of them responded in unison, although the warm feeling growing in their already ill-fitting pants was beginning to distract them.

"Good...we are starved! Want a bite?" the man stated with a lustful grin as the short, cropped hair atop his head suddenly grew longer as two rounded ears grew atop his head.

"Don't mind if I do..." stated Diego as he unsheathed his claws and tore down the front of his shirt, splitting it in two and sending the torn remnants to the floor.

Drake grinned as he watched Diego rub up against the other man, watching as the fur continued to grow up his neck and across his face. Soon then there was a pop and Diego let out a low growl as his face pushed forward into a short muzzle as a set of whiskers began to grow in.

"Save some for me..." Drake said with a smile as he felt his own face begin to lengthen outward as well.

Soon the two men had huddled up to the massive other changing man, rubbing their changing faces against the man's firm abdominal muscles as they were coated in a creamy layer of sandy white fur. There was a low growl that came from the three of them as their tails began to lengthen, reaching well past two feet long until they nearly reached the floor.

"By the way, I'm Renaldo..."

Drake suddenly froze and looked up. He then grinned excitedly before he tore off his pants almost violently before burying his muzzle into Renaldo's chest.

Diego chuckled at Drakes eagerness before he got rid of his own pants, letting the restraining cloth fall to the floor with the rest of the team's tattered uniforms.

Renaldo then lead the two changed tiger men to a nearby bench where another group was currently pleasuring themselves. Renaldo introduced them as Alex and Everett. Everett, whom had already grown into his muzzle and was passionately fucking Alex who yowled in pleasure as Everett's cock changed inside him. Diego licked his chops at the sight and went underneath Alex and took his cock into his mouth, making him groan in pleasure as his back popped and his body began to lengthen.

The two men were already well along with their own changes, with Everett sporting a black and white coat of fur while Alex's fur turned almost yellow with bright orange stripes. The two of them had already grown in size to a near six feet tall with their muscles growing ever larger by the second. Had their members not been concealed by an eager maw or a hungry hole, one could have seen them lengthen and grow with each passing moment.

Drake watched the spectacle with a hungry gaze as his own barbed shaft throbbed in front of him. He gently took it in hand and slowly began to stroke himself until a wicked idea suddenly struck him. Walking over to the bench, he straddled it and placed his cock right in Alex's field of vision. The changing tiger saw this and licked his chops with hunger and opened his maw, but before he could even open up wide enough, Drake shoved the tip of his member into his changing maw.

The four of them groaned in pleasure as Diego sucked off Alex and worked at his own cock while Drake was receiving an excellent blowjob himself. But Renaldo smirked as he went behind Drake and gripped his firm rump, causing the smaller tiger to growl in defiance. But still, his striped tail began to slowly lift and the bigger man took this as a sign of approval.

Slowly he made his way to Drakes rump as Drake re-positioned himself, keeping his cock within a short distance of Alex's maw as he got on all fours and raised his tail up high.

Once he had gotten into position, Renaldo wasted no time and speared Drake, causing him to flinch slightly at the sudden penetration, before he let out a low rumble of pleasure as his partner slowly slid out, causing the barbs on his cock to rub Drakes insides just the right way.

Renaldo then began to slowly build up a rhythm, pushing in and pulling out at a steady rate until he began to thrust harder and deeper with each passing moment. Drake yowled in pleasure as he felt his cock pleasured along with his hole, however there was something missing, something he needed to be filled at this moment. As if almost sensing this, Diego soon got up after removing his lips from Alex's cock, which had turned into a sharp and pointed feline cock in his maw that was nearly on the edge of climax.

Diego smirked as he looked down at his friend being pleasured at two points and climbed Alex, causing Everett growl in disapproval before he saw Diego's hole exposed to him. Licking his chops greedily he gave Diego's pucker a tender lick, which caused him to yowl in pleasure before he looked back and smiled at Everett with an approving smile. Everett continued his work while fucking Alex as Diego aimed pointed his member towards Drakes face. Drake let out a low grumble before he gave Diego's cock an eager lick before he opened his maw wide and took in the whole member with one swift movement.

The room then started to feel much warmer as the changes seemed to almost speed up for the entire team. Fur was beginning to grow at a breakneck pace and there was barely anyone who didn't already sport a changed cock or a new tail. An assortment of different colors and patterns began to spread across the players in a wide variety. Some looking more traditional like a general tiger while others seemed to change to match the player's personality.

From across the room three players had nearly completed their changes while wrapping themselves in a daisy chain, sucking each other off and playfully probing each others holes. The coach had also joined in at some point, although he was surrounded by a crowd of four, taking a different cock into his changing maw nearly every other moment while his players jerked off and pleasured each other with the intent of coating their coach.

The ground shook slightly underneath the teams changed paws, but they paid it little heed as they sought their own pleasure with each other.

A low growl then soon began to echo from all across the room as several players were beginning to reach their peak. Alex and Everett were beginning to work even faster, their bodies already covered in fur and their tails already long and thick, lashing around wildly in the throes of their pleasure. Everett was pounding his team mate's hole wildly while Alex eagerly sucked on Drakes changed cock, eager to milk every last drop from him. Drake could also begin to feel Renaldo reaching his end as well as he pounded his hole like a wild animal as his changed cock throbbed from within.

The room was slowly beginning to grow louder and louder with the sounds of pleasure. The heat in the room almost becoming unbearable before a loud roar suddenly echoed through the room. One tiger whom was standing around the coach finally let loose his load, sending it down onto the changed coach's face who eagerly opened his maw to accept the salty treat. Soon then after another tiger cried out, followed by two others as the group that was strung together each came into each others maws and down onto their chests.

The others surrounding the coach soon followed in suite, coating their leader in a fountain of their own seed before he was able to reach his own climax, coating his defined furry chest in his own spunk.

Finally, Everett and Alex reached their limits as Everett rammed his cock deeply inside his partner and let out a loud roar as he filled him with his seed as he gripped onto his shoulders dominantly. Alex responded in turn by shooting his own load onto the bench below, but that only seemed to drive him on further as he licked and sucked Drakes member with earnest.

Drake could feel himself about to break and he knew he couldn't last much longer at this rate. Renaldo was nearly about to pop as well and he could feel Diego reaching his limit as well. This moment of ecstasy lasted for just a few more seconds until finally, with one loud voice the three of them let out a loud roar, with Drakes maw and hole being filled at the same time while he shot into the eager muzzle of the tiger pleasuring his own pole.

The three of them stood still for a brief moment...still shivering in the wake of their orgasm until finally Diego stepped back and the larger tiger pulled out of Drakes hole.

Drake shivered, his entire body still racked with pleasure as the other tiger gave his cock on final lick before letting loose and getting up, growling softly as he nuzzled up to the tiger that had been fucking him this whole time.

"Fuck...wow...just....fuck..." Diego stammered out as his cock continued to throb in front of him, almost as if he was ready to go another round.

"Yea...damn that was good..." stated the Renaldo as he let out a huff of approval as he sat down with his tail swinging behind him slowly.

"I think I can get used to this..." Drake finally stated as he sat down next to the behemoth with a smile on his face, wishing that somehow tigers could purr at this very moment.

*BOOM!*

The entire room flinched as they all looked toward the door where the sound had come from

*BOOM! BOOM BOOM!*

Many of the team members got up, their hair standing on end as they bore their fangs defensively.

*BOOM! BOOM! CRACK!*

The locker room door suddenly swung open and the former players unsheathed their claws in preparation for a fight.

But then, calmly and quietly another tiger came into the room. His clothes torn and tattered and his fur matted in some areas. He stunk of sex and sweat and his eyes seemed almost distant.

The team relaxed slightly as the man slowly approached them, with his cock hard and standing at attention as he opened his maw and said.

"Is this where I can meet the team?"

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"Is Mr Vector showing any signs of rejection to the salve?"

"No sir, he appears to have been applying the "sunscreen" on a regular basis and showed almost immediate signs of muscle growth and hair mutation. As you can see the transformation has been completed and our efforts with the aerosol and liquid based vector has also been a success. Our researchers have also noted that sexual activity seems to increase the rate of transformation."

The shape behind the desk chuckled as he spun a pencil in his hand playfully as he continued to watch the monitors in front of him. On screen where Mr Drake Vector and Diego Albernast along with a male escort as they all stared in shock at Diego's changed member. They had all shown a strange acceptance at his new addition after the initial change which quickly lead to Drake diving down onto his changed cock like he needed it inside him. The feed then quickly changed to a view back in Diego's house, where the two continued their love making with Drake fucking Diego as Diego moaned with a pleasured expression on his face.

Then suddenly, all the screens lit up and there was a view of the stadium. After the final goal there was a massive water-cannon shot that sprinkled over the entire crowd. Most thought it was just an interesting display of special effects, but when the woman began to flee from the strange scent and the men all seemed intent on staying it was assured that the plan was a success. Soon then the male audience members were pleasuring themselves openly, some even partnering with others as they changed. Soon the entire stadium had erupted into an orgy which would take days to clean up. However, this was all part of the plan in the end. Just one step towards the greater goal. However, would need to keep observing encase there were any changes to someone who hadn't actually been exposed to the salve. Although admittedly it would have been just a matter of time everyone was caught up in the changes anyway.

"Inform our researchers that the application of lessened inhibitions and mental alteration into the cream has worked perfectly. I'll be down shortly to address the team and begin preparations for the final stage." The man stated before he set his pencil down and the sound of a zipper being pulled down rang through the office.

"Yes sir" stated the agent as he bowed his head respectively and made his way out the door.

The shape let out a strange sounding noise, like an almost pleased nicker as he pulled out a thick and fleshy pole from within his pants. The shaft was long, thick and sported a flared tip that was already half hard and beginning to leak a steady supply of pre.

"Things are definitely about to get interesting" said the shape as he grinned and leaned back, letting two thick hooves hit the floor with a click while his flexible ears twitched atop his head.