A Faceful of Masculinity 2

Owen saw Sal lean down towards him with these half lidded eyes. Seeing those heavy pecs press down and bounce as they came face to face to him it was a miracle the hyena didn't just come on the spot from that one word uttered in such a deep, bassy voice. His legs were definitely putty, and his eyes were locked on target. He took a very jerky breath as he opened wide, hugging around their pecs to reach the blackbird's waist as his mouth was almost immediately full from just the tip lips clamped down onto that massive pole as he muffled a groan of satisfaction. If he wasn't the culprit in Sal's sudden intense growth spurt, he would've thought himself to be dreaming...

Sal tasted even better than he smelled, his drops of sweat alone stronger tasting than some entire loads Owen had gotten. Just having that cock in his mouth was more overpowering than a normal man shooting a load straight down his throat.

Unfortunately, it wasn't technically a blowjob.

"We're gonna be here all day if you try to savor the weak stuff!" Sal taunted, putting out a massive hand to grab Owen's head and pulling him DOWN the shaft, going slowly enough not to break his neck... but firmly enough that there was simply no argument.

Owen's eyes shot wide from Sal grabbing his skull in one heavy hand. Before they had about the same size before, a handshake felt normal and high fives weren't arm breaking. At this point, Sal could easily grab his entire skull in one hand. The hyena would've been thinking all of this if not for the fact his muzzle wasn't being buried in pec meat, while the back of his throat felt that heavy cocktip push against it.

The hyena's nose was assaulted by a heavy scent of cinnamon baked goods, warm, spicy, sweet and yet this new position put the hyena into a panic, starting to squirm and tap on the black bird's heavy thigh. But he was slowly getting used to the 16 ounce can shoved deep into his gullet, though his movements made Sal's cockhead grind against his tight tunnel, polishing that knob while Owen sunk deeper under the blackbird's chest from this hand pulling him down closer and closer to hilting.

Sal almost snickered, the hyena really didn't have a gag reflex at all, did he.

Well, might as well take advantage! Sal hilted afterall, his monstrous meat more than halfway to the stomach as every vein on his steel hard cock was bulging through Owen's neck.

"Huh, you probably can't taste it that deep, can you? Let me help with that." Sal sassed as he started to withdraw his cock... only to slam it back down again, facefucking the hyena in earnest as he made sure every inch of his underside glided past the hyena's tongue.

"Why don't you put your biggest muscle to work? The cumvein is always the most sensitive part, you might have better luck there~"

Owen's posture was straightened up as the hyena's muzzle hit the bird's pelvis, his tongue poking out of his mouth as his eyes crossed, the hyena idly suckling on the thick shaft as it was buried down his throat as his tongue polished the base, his head down to the shoulders encased in a firm black feathered hug. Maybe it was just the shock of the current situation, the fact he thought he was dreaming, or just that the hyena secretly trained himself to suppress his gag reflex to mimic some of the porn vids he's seen online. Never did he think the stud he'd be servicing would be Sal though.

As he felt Sal pull him back, he had a heavy groan as his throat cleared out. ...W-whew... was it him or was he feeling a bit lightheaded? How long was that dick blocking his airway? No time to think though, as the crow started thrusting against his face the paired heavy orbs smearing against his chin with every hit as he took the deep, honey smooth voiced command to heart, his tongue doing his best to trace the thicker veins of that heavy black shaft swabbing his throat. His mouth pulsing open to the beat of that heavy cock's throbs while it rammed down his gullet.

Sal kept holding on, using his roomie like his own personal onahole. It felt amazing. His bigger cock wasn't exactly more sensitive, but every time he scraped a hyena fang and felt pleasure rather than pain, Sal just got harder. His new body was everything he wanted and then some. And he still had the capacity for more. The gun Sal stole gleamed temptingly at the far side of the room, the bird briefly entertaining the notion of firing a shot right into his balls.

Before making himself slam down the notion... and the hyena. Sal roared, not an avian caw, but a deep and house-shaking bellow. He -made- himself cum. Told his body what to do and did it, firing a white hot and pudding thick jet of spunk into the back of Owen's throat... but that was just the beginning.

Owen was probably dreaming... was he dreaming? Whatever was happening felt too real to be a dream actually that massive obsidian pillar continuously pounding into his throat, the taste, scent, the feel of that thick vein texturing that shaft squeezing deep in his throat and riding his tongue, his fangs did dig in, though from Sal's deep moans it seemed like it was more of an extra stimulation than pain. Owen felt his eyes roll up in his head from bliss before…

His upper body bulged out intensely, that roar sounding more like a mythical beast's than a crow. As his awareness came back to him just in time to feel the waves of cum travel down the fire hydrant sized shaft and erupt wildly, his stomach visibly swelling from that load as the hyena's nose was buried in the feathery bush propped above his spit roast. Owen's arms managed to sling themselves around the beastly bird's hips as he held on to Sal, not that their hold on him wasn't already enough to keep him deeply hilted and then some.

Sal almost blacked out, the only thing more overwhelming than the flood of endorphins pouring over his brain was the flood of cum pouring out his cock. The phrase 'blasting rope' had never seemed appropriate to him before, but it was all he could think to call it. Every shot was so long, so thick, and so enormous. He watched as Owen's stomach actually swelled, the hyena actually choking, sputtering around Sal's cock, biting down and causing not one whit of discomfort.

Good.

Sal grinned evilly at what he saw... before shaking his head and starting to pull the yeen back. He pulled Owen off of himself, and immediately the scent of his body flooded the room twice as strong.

This was why he didn't dare shoot himself again, Sal took a deep breath and shuddered. He hadn't realized how extreme he was getting. He wasn't just an eight foot juggernaut, he was an eight foot juggernaut who produced over a pint when he came, and who knew what other undocumented features his new body had!

Sal thought about trying to make love to somebody who wasn't such a size queen and ripping them open, blinking as he realized he automatically imagined two people in his fantasy and a third was rapidly descending on him in his imagination.

Sal gulped.

He was barely any less horny than he had been before cumming. He wasn't even winded.

Owen panted as he was pulled off his mouth huffing out the heavily musky scent of Sal's seed as he laid face up on the coffee table and recovering “G-ggrghfh... good.. lord…” Owen's flowing shirt fit on tight now, as were his pants, mostly because of that heavy tent the hyena had. His body asked for a break but the hyena's brain needed more of the huge bird, his greedy ass wanted more of the bird.

If his body couldn't take more, he'd Make it. His eyes glanced to the side, seeing the glint of his stage prop looking gun. Sal saw the hyena reach for it, and before he could even say a thing the nerd fired a shot!

Owen rolled off the coffee table as the gun flew off onto the empty armchair, and the concussive blow stunned him and made him groan.

But no growth seemed to happen.

Sal let out a heavy exhale, before stepping over to the hyena, gently putting a hand on his chest.

The hyena just jiggled, a long, slow wobble as the pudding-thick cum bloating him out roiled around inside him.

Sal grimaced.

He'd just fucked a size queen unconscious.

And judging by his rock hard cock and the tingling in the back of his skull, it hadn't even dropped him below a lethal level of testosterone.

...Well, nothing to do but work it out.

Sal picked up the wobbly hyena and set him gently on the couch. He considered putting him in the bathtub... but one poke of his belly confirmed that Sal was a bit too thick to just leak out over the furniture.

Sal left the room, going upstairs with steps that shook the house to prepare to head out.

Owen mumbled and moaned as he was picked up like a body pillow, breathing heavy... cum breath, eugh. At least the hyena's face still smelled like the blackbird's musk, sweet, tart, and peppery which filtered a bit of that scent out. He was having some very vivid dreams of Sal having his way with him.

Sal tried to get dressed to go out, but it wasn't easy. Even his largest canvas jacket barely fit, and when Sal tried to move after squeezing it on, the sleeves exploded like they were crepe paper. He practically had to peel the mil-spec material off his arms as sheer muscle mass turned an oversized coat into a vest that wouldn't close. His pants weren't a whole lot better, even meditating, reaching deep inside himself for self control, and forcing his cock to soften wouldn't do anything about its sheer mass, hanging down to his knees and providing an impossible to ignore bulge in his pants. Which said nothing about his balls, the enormous spheres -barely- compressing under the tight fabric, making it look like he had a pillow and a salami in his trousers. The tight squeeze would ordinarily make him worried he was squishing himself into impotence, but somehow he felt like if it came down to a contest between a vice and his balls, his balls would win.

Still, he was at least clothed, and he hopped out his bedroom window, spreading his wings wide and taking off. He wasn't sure what he intended to do... but he figured he'd just fly to the nearest medical center and see what they said.

Owen slowly roused as the scent slowly dissipated through the house and out the window still leaving the room warm and the scent now a permanent note that had seeped into everything. Including the couch the hyena was resting on top of, and his face to an extent, he looked around, dazed. Was this all a dream? Everything was much cleaner than he remembered.

Noticing his gun on the table, he hummed. Squinting at it like a drunkard would check his booze. Wobbling back to his room, maybe it had worked? Owen started fiddling with it alone.