A Faceful of Masculinity 3

Sal had a -very- nice day once he got out of the house. His first stop at the medical center told him that there was absolutely nothing wrong with him. A level of hormones that would be hazardous to most people, sure, but his heart was unstressed and his minerals were fine and the nurse was more than happy to help him collect another couple semen samples after the first one.

Really, the only problem Sal had is that he was still just as horny after TWO conquests now, and for the next several hours he decided to hit up all the more liberal gyms in town to see just how far his stamina went now.

Owen in the meantime had "perfected" his invention. Perhaps it was the folly of breakthrough that made him so reckless in his dream, or just the fact he felt so drowsy working that he could actually focus on hazards that could happen while shooting this thing. His "dream" told him the recoil was a problem and it was maybe this was more anchored in reality than he thought, huh.

After fiddling with it a bit more, he resolved to test it out. Though he wasn't really sure on what. but he did consider waiting to see if his dream was a reality when Sal came back. Maybe shooting him first would be interesting or he could just bite the "bullet" and hit himself with it. What could go wrong?

While Owen was busily deciding if turning himself into a stud would interfere with how much of a bottom he intended to be, Sal was on top of the world. Pumping every plate at a station at the gym had attracted some curious onlookers to get closer, and his cloud of pheromones had done the rest, Sal adding a few more guys to his roster for the day before heading out for dinner. [He felt pretty silly working out at the gym when he could barely feel the strain, downright rude, really.]

The bars proved even more profitable, and despite stopping by the pharmacy for a few packs of the heaviest duty condoms they had, Sal was pretty sure that soon he could be called 'Daddy' without inaccuracy. Well, he gave them his number and was planning to get a higher paying job anyway.

Especially since that once he hit a dozen, he decided to conclude the experiment.

It just wasn't possible for him to tire, sexually.

The hyena had turned the ray gun off, or so he thought as he just questioned his own design on it. Would've he been actually able to fit all his components into a far west styled casing? Or perhaps just go to the beach with it disguised as a water gun. He furrowed his brows at the sci-fi shooter he had in his hands, maybe this could be used as a  prop for a convention musing to himself, he decided to twirl the gun in his hands, tempting fate.

Which replied as violently as a gong rings after it's struck. His initial whip of the pistol landed on the trigger, which shot the metallic part of his desk lamp, off onto a framed picture on the wall, off the window into a mirror and smacking the hyena's head in the temple and making him spin a few times in his chair. He felt slightly warmer maybe a bit healthier? He tried flexing to see if he had bigger muscles, yet… hm...

Sal briefly entertained a fantasy of flying up to the top of one of the larger downtown skyscrapers, bursting into the boardroom by punching out a window, flashing his best smile and letting the CEOs know they weren't protected before offering his bodyguard services.

[Un?]fortunately, he didn't have the opportunity, as a lucky encounter with somebody he was already scheduled to interview with showed up. The bored heiress to some kind of shipping company locked onto him on his way to the agency. She had just been complaining that none of the bodyguards on offer were 'Hollywood Hot' enough for her 'trendsetter lifestyle'.

Given that this resulted in her draping herself over Sal as soon as she saw him, hanging off his massive arm and looking much more like a pet than a boss, he felt like this would be an ideal position.

But he couldn't start immediately. He didn't have a lot of self control left, but dicking down a daughter with access to billions of dollars still seemed sufficiently shortsighted to wait until she at least started begging for it. And after writing a few contracts he decided he'd simply stop at the store and catch up to Owen, giving the hyena some proper thanks and making sure he hadn't started destroying the neighborhood.

Owen felt dizzy, he had pulled his clothes off to try and do some self assessment, squinting his eyes and trying to do strongman poses infront of his mirror. Huh? Was it all a sham a trick his mind was playing? He pulled the power source out of his contraption as he looked at the glowing vial, what could he do to make this weird thing work? For some reason he felt like he wanted some potassium, maybe a banana from the kitchen. He put a shirt on and walked out into the main room, nabbing a fruit out of the basket and peeling it.

Sal finally came home with an enormous bundle of protein heavy groceries and some new threads that ALMOST fit his massive body. He stepped smoothly up the sidewalk, opened the door, well, it had been locked, but he hadn't realized that and simply opened it anyway.

Only to immediately see Owen deep-throating a banana shirtless and in the kitchen.

Sal slid into the kitchen as gracefully as he could and set the groceries down, "You still not satisfied either, eh?"

Owen’s ears flinched at hearing the door crunch. The door was locked, was this an intruder!? He looked at the main hall as he heard someone heavy stomping in, before..

His jaw dropped. Mouth still "wrapped" around a banana as he saw Sal come in... he... he couldn't even start understanding what he was witnessing as that thick musk came back. This fresh-cut, cedarwood forest concentrate scent with a heavy dose of cinnamon. The bulked out Crow staring at a frozen statue of a hyena. “THAT WASN'T A DREAM!?”

Sal snickered as even around the banana that last part came out out loud. That would explain why the little cat toy wasn't as excited as the crow would expect. "What, am I so forgettable?" Sal tried to fake a hurt gesture but his new, sculpted face just made him look bossy. Damned forced honesty. "Or is it just that I exceeded your wildest dreams so that's where you think of me~"

Sal teased, putting up the groceries. He -had- intended to make dinner... but now that he was here, something about Owen made him feel even hornier than he had been. It wasn't pheromones, Sal couldn't even smell the yeen over his own spice, just an aura of something telling him to conquer.

"Yh fcked my hrains 't 'n yh think I rcovrd?" the hyena just chewed the chunk in his mouth as he swallowed that banana chunk and repeated himself. "What so it worked!? that ray really worked...?" Owen looked at himself "All it did was make me hungry... how did that work...so... well... Sal...?" Finally he noticed the ravenous look in the crow's eyes, focused on his bare body as it almost seemed like Sal was already looming over him."Sal..?"

"I'll help with that," Sal said smoothly. "I bet you just need some proper nutrition to grow. I was already full when you shot me." His helpful words were at least somewhat contrasted by him removing his new pants, dropping them on the kitchen floor and rocketing to hardness as his deep, commanding voice boomed. "Since you've already limbered up with the banana, you should be able to handle some meat. Don't worry, I'll give you a fast one. Now open wide!"

That was all the warning the crow gave.

"Ack, S-Sal!?" Owen saw the bird drop trow as that massive meat pole swung forward in half a heart beat. He barely had the time to react as his eyes shot wide, with his gasping mouth agape as his jaw dropped. Oh god.. The banana was barely a 20th of his thickness and a runt's size compared to how long the pole was.! He braced for impact as he couldn't shut his mouth fast enough, a scream cut short by Sal's cock jamming itself into his throat in one go!

Sal slid in with ease, just how much practice had he gotten while he was out? Almost immediately Sal's cock was at the back of Owen's throat and the hyena's nose was mashed against thick black balls once again. The crow rumbled, his deep voice shaking Owen's body as he let out a relieved sigh. "Met a dozen new pets while I was out, but I still feel as pent up as I've ever been. Hope you don't mind if I go it a little fast this time."

Owen's body was now the shape of the blackbird's cock, groaning in pleasure from the sudden shove. The hyena's muzzle was completely smeared into the hunky bird's crotch. Sucking that thick slab of bird beef, licking the veins across it, hugging their hips already as Sal felt very oddly warm from ploughing his roommate once more and somehow stronger? Much much stronger…

It was orgasmic, better than the girls and boys he'd tried much more exotic positions with, and as Sal grabbed the hyena's head, lifting him up by the neck and thoroughly facefucking the poor toy, he moaned, "FUUUUUUUCK, you been doing exercises all day? You were NOT this good before!" Sal -throbbed- his cock thickening by the moment as he started to pour pre as thick as pudding into his increasingly vaguely hyena shaped cock sleeve, stretching it out

Owen's throat gurgled as Sal continued using the hyena as a cocksleeve... the black bird's eyes winced in pleasure as they slammed hard into the yeen blocking the fact that they were growing, the outline of that veiny shaft throbbing and swelling thicker within the hyena which made him roll his eyes in pleasure. “ h-hrhrffhg...~” The yeen couldn't talk, but immediately shot from the bird speaking making his body resonating heavily, and that *s c e n t.*

Sal had gone from metaphorically intoxicating to literally so, Owen actually starting to get high off of the bird's heady aroma. The longer he looked, the more it seemed like it was actually a literal cloud coming off of Sal.

...Actually, it WAS.

Not that Owen had any chance to think about that observation as the bird slammed him into the wall with nothing but a grunt, bull rushing the far side of the kitchen and pinning Owen down as he came, his load faster, thicker, and most of all BIGGER than the one that morning, pumping him up with gallons of cum as thick as paste

Owen's body bloated grotesquely as that first shot streeetched out of the hyena before settling in that belly, moaning in pleasure as his mouth was drooling in pleasure, eyes rolled up his skull as his mind only thought of worshipping the crow's body. This temple of masculinity, and the god residing within it all rolled up in one. The yeen's nose just breathing in this cloud of musk, groaning in deep pleasure as he was fully bloated into a sloshing condom of pure crow heavy whipping cream.

Sal shot off faster, but he finished firing a lot faster too, soon tapering off as he wrapped a massive, thick talon around Owen's snout, pulling him back and making sure he didn't spill a drop no matter how bloated he was.

"Heh, there's your protein, how about now, feel like you're getting any bigger?" Sal teased, taking a step back, still rock hard and throbbing. If Owen did manage to absorb all that mass, it would definitely be helpful, Sal's refractory period was on a timer of seconds.

Owen definitely looked bigger, he shivered from his throat being freed up as he panted in pleasure, which just made him huff more of that deep, rich cinnamon sweet scent. His stomach wobbling as the cock was still caked in cum as it pulled out. Though from the crow's perspective. The hyena looked smaller? Sal didn't grow that much, and it seemed like he could just compress their height into more strength at will but, were they growing from fucking the hyena?

"Shiiiit you're tiny!" Sal looked down at the floppy hyena, teasing him. "If anything you got smaller, I can't believe th-" Sal's taunt was interrupted by him bumping his head against the ceiling, cracking the tiles with his feather crest, more distracted by the sound than the impact."

He looked down at his body, his massive pecs engulfing more of his beak than the last time, his cock jutting out WELL over three feet in front of him now, a monstrous, impossible salami that throbbed violently to acknowledge him watching it.

Just to test, he stopped holding back the constant tide of pre his body wanted to pour, and a hyper-thick mass quickly piled on the floor, falling in waves and ripples as it was too rich to spread out. Even as Sal looked at it, it was already starting to fog, a visible cloud of hyper-musk steadily spreading throughout the kitchen.

Owen was sludged in a thick batter. The first shot the god crow let go spurting over his face as he had his mouth open, squirming as he needed more. That deep bassy laugh making his entire body vibrate as it taunted him, Owen was a mess from the thick steam rising from the kitchen floor.

"Fff...ffuck... hff..." Owen finally managed to mutter, looking up to Sal admiring his new body while looming over him.

Sal was quiet, looking at his sodden pet. The hyena looked pathetic.

Fortunately, Sal had a way to fix that. He went back into the living room, his massive cock swinging THROUGH the door frame, smashing the wood to bits as he pushed his body through an opening that could no longer even sort of fit it... and came back with the ray, looking tiny in his taloned hands as he aimed the comparatively child sized device at Owen.

"I don't think you got a high enough dosage for it to work, buddy!" Sal's voice had been masculinized all the way to basso profundo, and shook the cabinets as he spoke. "Let's try it again with the protein in you ahead of time, this time~"

Sal fired. More than once. He blasted the hyena with a hyperdose of energy. Under such an onslaught, Owen couldn't help but become a monster.

And if he didn't if the energy just stayed in him, rolling around in him until it could flow into somebody more deserving once again.

Well... Sal could live with that.

The question was how everybody else would.