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A day at the Beach #09 - Wip

Jonathan had better hang on to his beach towel!!

Bicep Day - Nude Version

The Nude version of Alex in Bicep Day.

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Bicep Day

ENGLISH:
Alex is the perfect embodiment of everything I love in a man: Tall, strong, with solid muscles softened by a layer of fat, and a bit of a belly that betrays his love of pizza. But even more, Alex is a presence, the kind who will take you in his arms without warning, just because he senses you need it, and he does so with disarming sincerity, because in his eyes, offering comfort is as natural as breathing. He's human. Quite simply.

Born in SpringDale, a small, unassuming town (far from GreenWood, and therefore in a world without Tharians), Alex was never the top of the class—he even repeated a year—but he was always the one others turned to. At 27, he stands 6'2", with a massive build, a contagious laugh, and a constant good mood, even in the worst situations.

A professional sports coach, Alex left everything behind to join the GreenWood Institute's Multi-Species Coexistence Program. Why? Because he's curious, because he loves adventure, because he never says no to a new experience. Gay, self-confident, without filters or complexes, he lives who he is to the fullest, and he's not afraid to bring others along for the ride.

FRENCH:
Alex est l’incarnation parfaite de tout ce que j’aime chez un homme : Grand, costaud, avec une musculature solide adoucie par une couche de graisse, et un peu de ventre qui trahit son amour pour la pizza. Mais plus encore, Alex, c’est une présence, du genre à vous prendre dans ses bras sans prévenir, juste parce qu’il sent que vous en avez besoin, et il le fait avec une sincérité désarmante, parce qu’à ses yeux, offrir du réconfort est aussi naturel que respirer. C’est humain. Tout simplement.

Né à SpringDale, une petite ville sans prétention (bien loin de GreenWood, donc dans un monde sans Thariens) Alex n’a jamais été le premier de la classe, il a même redoublé, mais il a toujours été celui vers qui les autres se tournaient. À 27 ans, il mesure 1m88, affiche une carrure de colosse, avec un rire contagieux et une bonne humeur constante, même dans les pires situations.

Coach sportif de métier, Alex a pourtant tout quitté pour rejoindre le Programme de Coexistence Multi-Espèces de l’Institut GreenWood. Pourquoi ? Parce qu’il est curieux, parce qu’il aime l’aventure, parce qu’il ne dit jamais non à une nouvelle expérience. Gay, assumé, sans filtres et sans complexes, il vit pleinement qui il est, et il n’a pas peur d’emmener les autres avec lui.

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Alex - Biceps Day - Wip

At 1.88m, Alex won't hesitate to show you his body, which he's so proud of ;)

An alternative image without the boxer shorts will also be published.

The United Worlds : Alex - Wip

Hi everyone!

I'm a little slow to post my work, but trust me, I'm working hard on developing a lot of interesting things.

You’ve recently seen the new werewolf models, and today I’d like to introduce you to Alex. Some of you might remember him from an earlier, unfinished version I shared a few months ago.

This time, I decided to take things a step further: in addition to the usual morphs I use, I brought Alex into ZBrush to give him a truly unique and distinctive look.

As you may already know (I’ve mentioned it a few times), I’m working on a visual novel called The United Worlds. Right now, it exists mostly as a title and about 50 pages of lore I've been developing. Alex will play an important role in the story. He’s a tall guy (6'2" / 1.88m), solidly built, with a bit of fat covering his muscles and a slight belly — the kind of guy who makes the perfect best friend for the main character 😄

Don't hesitate to tell me what you think in the comments ;)

About the monthly package in patreon chat

Hi everyone,
I’d like to know if you’re experiencing any issues accessing the monthly rewards through the Patreon chat.
As you may have noticed, there are four channels, three of which are dedicated to Level 2, Level 3, and Level 4, which correspond to the different Patreon tiers. In each chat, you’ll find the reward specific to your tier.

I’ve received some feedback from people saying that when they click the link in my dedicated post, they can’t find the link to the monthly package hosted on my Google Drive.

For now, I’m in a testing phase, so please don’t hesitate to let me know if you encounter any issues with accessing the packages. I’ll make a decision at the end of the month.

Are you experiencing any problems?

NNN Final Day - Grow Juice #20

ENGLISH:
The last seconds of November are approaching...

Boruk, swept away by a wave of uncontrollable urges, suddenly released the cracked pillar he was clutching in his left hand, some concrete debris crumbling beneath his fingers.

He straightened to his full height, his colossal body casting a menacing shadow under the fluorescent lights of the gym, startling Jonathan and Bugrol behind him. Then, as he raised his arms toward the ceiling and flexed them, a powerful roar erupted from his throat, making the walls shake and the windows vibrate beyond measure, exposing his newly acquired sculpted muscles, prominent veins snaked through every part of his body and pulsing beneath his skin.

His erection, throbbing and imposing, stood at attention, quivering with every beat of his heart, as if it were only waiting to release the contents of his grotesque testicles, which were clamped between the orc's legs. Their colossal weight slowed his every movement, his spread legs struggling to support the crushing load. The taut skin of his scrotum seemed about to give way under the pressure.

Boruk, his eyes shining with a ferocious glint, roared again, his cry echoing like a call for dominance as the final seconds of November ticked by, marking the imminent end of No Nut November's gamble.


FRENCH:
Les dernières secondes de novembre approche...

Boruk, emporté par une vague de pulsions incontrôlables, lâcha soudain dans un mouvement vif le pilier crevassé qu’il serrait dans sa main gauche, quelques debris du béton s’effritant sous ses doigts.

Il se redressa de toute sa stature, son corps colossal projetant une ombre menaçante sous les néons de la salle de sport interloquant Jonathan et Bugrol derrière lui.
Puis tandis qu'il lève les bras vers le plafond et les fléchit, un puissant rugissement jaillit de sa gorge, faisant trembler les murs et vibrer les vitres bien au-delà de toute mesure, exposant ses muscles sculptés nouvellement acquis et ses veines proéminentes, serpentant sur chaque parcelle de son corps et pulsant sous sa peau.

Son érection, palpitante et imposante, se dressait au garde-à-vous, frémissant à chaque battement de son cœur, comme si elle ne demandait qu’à libérer le contenu de ses testicules grotesques prise en étaux entre les jambes de l'orc. Leur poids colossal ralentissait chacun de ses mouvements, ses jambes écartées peinant à supporter cette charge écrasante. La peau tendue de ses bourses, semblait sur le point de céder sous la pression.

Boruk, ses yeux brillant d’une lueur féroce, rugit à nouveau, son cri résonnant comme un appel à la domination tandis que les dernières secondes du mois de novembre s’égrenaient, marquant l’imminence de la fin du pari de No Nut November.

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Poll - Werewolf Anatomy

Hi everyone! I'd like to know your preferences for the werewolf anatomy currently in development.

Do you prefer the red rocket or more human-like anatomy?

Wild Werewolf - Wip

I've created some new textures for my latest werewolf model. I'm going to rework the density of the fur to make it look wilder.

I'll post progress here.

Update 05/07/25 00:37 : More fur, more muscles, remodelling of minor elements, some light texturing of the face.

Update 06/07/2025 23:22 : I fixed an issue with the eyes, which for some reason had a gap with the eyelids. Enlarged the iris and the size of the eyes. Created a scene to feature our new Wild Werewouf.

Update 08/07/2025 : An alternative version of the Lykaon's anatomy and some facial adjustments.

Update 10/07/2025 : Finalized version. Depending on the results of the poll on werewolf anatomy, I'll be making changes which will be published here.

Update 11/07/2025 : Probably the last update. I created an alternate version of the black werewolf, but in a gray version, a little more badass. After all, a pack needs an alpha, right? So I needed a wolf that stood out from the others.

The Feline Stretch

Tony the Tiger stretches before these strength training exercises, and he takes great pleasure in doing it very slooooowly :D

Currently available in the June monthly package : https://www.patreon.com/posts/june-2025-132906038

No Nut November - Grow Juice #20 WIP

Just a few seconds to go...

NNN Final Day - Grow Juice #19

ENGLISH:
The orc, overcome by urges that shook his massive body, was no longer aware of the world around him. His heavy balls, now grotesquely swollen, dragged heavily on the ground as he moved with difficulty, their overwhelming size forcing him to spread his legs to move forward, each clumsy step of Boruk making the gym floor tremble. The taut skin of his balls, glistening under the fluorescent lights, was covered in purplish veins, resembling enormous pulsing tentacles, as if they were trying to fill his overfull balls even more.

FRENCH:
L'orc, submergé par des pulsions qui secouaient son corps massif, n'était plus conscient du monde autour de lui. Ses lourde boules, désormais grotesquement enflés, traînaient lourdement au sol tandis qu'il se deplaçait difficilement, leur volume écrasant le forçant à écarter les jambes pour pouvoir avancer, chaque pas maladroit de Boruk faisant trembler le sol de la salle de gym. La peau tendue de ses bourses, luisante sous la lumière des néons, était couverte de veines violacé, ressemblant à d'énorme tentacule pulsante, comme si celle-ci cherchaient à remplir d'avantage ses boules bien trop pleines.

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JUNE 2025 PACKAGE AVAILABLE

Hi everyone !

The Level2 (FHD) , Level3 (4K)  and Level4 (8K) JUNE packages are available :

- Level 2: https://www.patreon.com/messages/169583b7a132420eac09d9b4048c6f64?mode=campaign&tab=chats

- Level 3: https://www.patreon.com/messages/768a07b0cdc24a4b8ec28743a25432ec?mode=campaign&tab=chats

- Level 4: https://www.patreon.com/messages/bfdee208df9147a2ac9b92bcc8fccae9?mode=campaign&tab=chats

And also on Discord.

I hope you've enjoyed this month's work ;)

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To find out how my work is progressing, please consult my Trello account, which I update regularly.

Thank you all for your support and trust.

Take care of yourselves and your loved ones ;-)

~Etan

NNN Final Day - Grow Juice #18

ENGLISH:
Boruk, his body shaken by uncontrollable pulsations, seemed oblivious to the commotion around him. His massive hand, clenched on the concrete pillar, caused cracks to appear on its surface. The material, designed to withstand intense pressure, cracked beneath his grip, testifying to the colossal strength concentrated within him.

A groan escaped his throat as his excitement reached new heights. His penis, as massive as his forearms, pulsed in time with his frenzied heartbeat. His heavy balls, still growing, expelled thick jets of precum that were impossible to contain, crashing to the ground with a wet sound.

Little by little, the initial pain of Boruk's transformation turned into an overwhelming pleasure, threatening to drown out what remained of his lucidity.

FRENCH:
Boruk, le corps secoué par des pulsations incontrôlables, ne semblait pas conscient du tumulte autour de lui. Sa main massive, crispée sur le pilier de béton, faisait jaillir des fissures à sa surface. Le matériau, pourtant conçu pour résister à d’intenses pressions, se craquelait sous sa poigne, témoignant de la force colossale concentrée en lui.

Un grognement s’échappait de sa gorge, tandis que son excitation atteignait des sommets. Son pénis, massif comme ses avant-bras, pulsait au rythme de son rythme cardiaque déchaîné. Ses lourdes boules, qui continuaient de croître, expulsaient d’épais jets de pré-cum impossibles à contenir et qui s’écrasaient sur le sol dans un bruit humide.

Peu à peu, la douleur initiale de la transformation de Boruk se mua en un plaisir envahissant, menaçant de noyer ce qui restait de sa lucidité.

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Poll results: "NNN Do you want muscles?" and ROADMAP

Hi everyone!

I didn't expect so many of you to want to see Boruk and Bugrol engage in a testosterone battle... and I love it!

The verdict is in: many of you voted for a clash between our two orc colossi. But now, one question is burning on everyone's lips:

Will Boruk's enormous attributes be a liability... or an unstoppable psychological weapon?

The answer awaits you in the second part of NNN Grow Juice!

In the meantime, the first part is coming to an end. I'm really happy to have been able to produce so many scenes this month despite the stifling heat of my apartment (and luckily, my PC hasn't turned into a barbecue yet).

You'll soon discover the final images that will conclude this first part. Then, as announced, will come the very first WIP scenes from "NeonClub: Spring Harvest."

And also, to stay on the summer theme, I'll also be resuming production on the series of images "Day at the Beach," starring Boruk, Jonathan, Tony... and maybe a few surprise guests. 🌴🌊

Thank you again for your support; your enthusiasm really inspires me to create more and more incredible things!

Take care of yourself and your loved ones,
Etan.

Change in the distribution method of monthly packages

Hi everyone! I hope you're all well!

I just discovered (yes, better late than never 😅) that there's a chat system directly on Patreon! And honestly, it looks really cool!

This tool will allow me to share monthly packages with you more easily and quickly, and why not also create discussion channels dedicated to specific topics? I've always loved communicating with everyone; I find it very enriching.

👉 So, starting this June, Level 2/3/4 packages will be shared directly in the chat corresponding to your level. This will be more convenient for everyone, I think!

Of course, as usual, you'll also find the files on the "The United Worlds" Discord channel, for those who prefer to use that channel.

💬 To access the chat: at the top of your Patreon page, simply click on the "Chat" tab and join the channel that applies to you!

Thank you again for your support, you're the best ❤️

Take care of yourself and your loved ones,

Etan.

No Nut November : Grow Juice #19 - wip

It's so absurd, but it's No Nut November!
It's going to be a deluge !

NNN Final Day - Grow Juice #17

ENGLISH:
Jonathan, stunned by the scene, remained frozen, his eyes fixed on Boruk, worry etched on his face. Ignoring Bugrol's invitation to step back, he seemed unable to tear his gaze away from Boruk's enormous back and the muscles rippling beneath his skin. But Bugrol, however, perceived the latent danger of the situation much better.

Irritated by the human's immobility, he growled and, with a sudden movement, firmly grabbed the collar of Jonathan's jacket and easily pulled Jonathan back as if he weighed nothing, despite his 86 kilos for 1m80, a real featherweight in the eyes of an orc like Bugrol.

Jonathan, surprised, was dragged backward, his feet no longer even touching the ground. Bugrol's deep, gravelly voice echoed through the room, drowning out Boruk's grunts. "I can't let you near him, kid! In his condition, his reactions are unpredictable!" he snapped, his narrowed eyes staring at Boruk.

"But he needs me!" protested Jonathan, guilt tightening his throat.

FRENCH:
Jonathan, abasourdi par la scène, restait figé, ses yeux rivés sur Boruk, l’inquiétude gravée sur son visage. Ignorant l’invitation de Bugrol à reculer, il semblait incapable de détacher son regard de l'énorme dos de Boruk et des muscles ondulant sous sa peau. Mais Bugrol, percevait bien mieux le danger latent de la situation.

Agacé par l’immobilité de l’humain, il grogna et, d’un geste brusque, agrippa fermement le col de la veste de Jonathan et sans difficulté il tira Jonathan en arrière comme s’il ne pesait rien, malgré ses 86 kilos pour 1m80, un véritable poids plume aux yeux d’un orc comme Bugrol.

Jonathan, surpris, fut entrainé en arrière, ses pieds ne reposant même plus sur le sol. La voix profonde et rocailleuse de Bugrol résonna dans la salle, couvrant les grognement de Boruk. « J’peux pas te laisser l’approcher, gamin ! Dans son état, ses réactions sont imprévisibles ! » lança-t-il, ses yeux plissés fixant Boruk.

« Mais il a besoin de moi ! » protesta Jonathan, la culpabilité lui serrant la gorge.

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NNN Final Day - Grow Juice #16

ENGLISH:
With a hoarse grunt, Boruk struggled up from the bench he'd been sitting on. The metal, freed from its colossal mass, emitted a crack of relief, but it remained grotesquely deformed, its welds twisted like crumpled paper. This bench, designed to support creatures as robust as the orcs, bore witness to the exceptional magnitude of the situation.

The orc, whose muscular curves continued to sculpt itself, wobbled slightly, his massive hand sliding from his face to the top of his skull, pressing his temples in a futile attempt to calm the dizziness and the incessant pounding in his head.

Jonathan, his heart pounding, took a hasty step toward his orc, his eyes wide with worry. "Boruk, wait!" " he shouted, but before he could get closer, a large hand slammed down on his shoulder and stopped him in his tracks. Bugrol, his gaze dark, held him firmly. Was it a protective gesture to protect Jonathan from imminent danger, or an attempt to give Boruk time to collect himself? Bugrol's bright crimson eyes and contorted face betrayed his unease. He sensed a shift in Boruk's aura, as if a primal force were awakening within him. Under the influence of the Orkspire, Boruk's raging libido seemed to give way to something more feral, threatening to overwhelm his consciousness.

Bugrol, himself troubled, knew that Orkspire, the orcish hormone included in the "Grow Juice" drink, should never have caused such a reaction. Comparable to testosterone in humans, it was naturally produced by orcs. Yet the tiny dose in this energy drink, available only in Greenwood, had acted like a detonator, boosting Boruk's metabolism beyond measure.

Suddenly, the brown orc was shaken from his thoughts when Boruk let out a deeper grunt. He staggered, his gigantic hand gripping the nearby concrete pillar to steady himself.

FRENCH:
Boruk, avec un grognement rauque, se redressa péniblement du banc sur lequel il était assis. Le métal, libéré de sa masse colossale, émit un craquement de soulagement, mais il resta grotesquement déformé, ses soudures tordues comme du papier froissé. Ce banc, pourtant conçu pour supporter des créatures aussi robustes que les orcs, témoignait de l’ampleur exceptionnelle de la situation.

L'orc, don les courbes musculaire continue à se scuplté sur son corps, vacilla légèrement, sa main massive glissant de son visage au sommet de son crâne, pressant ses tempes dans une tentative futile d’apaiser les étourdissements et ce tambourinement incessant dans sa tête.

Jonathan, le cœur battant à tout rompre, fit un pas précipité vers son orc, ses yeux écarquillés par l’inquiétude. « Boruk, attends ! » cria-t-il, mais avant qu’il ne puisse s’approcher, une grande main s’abattit sur son épaule et le stoppat net. Bugrol, le regard sombre, le retenait fermement. Était-ce un geste protecteur pour préserver Jonathan d’un danger imminent, ou une tentative de donner à Boruk le temps de reprendre ses esprits ? La yeux brillant d'un rouge pourpre et le visage crispé de Bugrol trahissait son malaise. Il percevait un changement dans l’aura de Boruk, comme si une force primitive s’éveillait en lui. Sous l’effet de l’Orkspire, la libido déchaînée de Boruk semblaient céder la place à quelque chose de plus sauvage, menaçant de submerger sa conscience.

Bugrol, lui-même troublé, savait que l’Orkspire, cette hormone orc intégrée à la boisson "Grow Juice", n’aurait jamais dû provoquer une telle réaction. Comparable à la testostérone chez les humains, elle était naturellement produite par les orcs. Pourtant, la dose infime présente dans cette boisson énergétique, disponible uniquement à Greenwood, avait agi comme un détonateur, amplifiant le metabolisme de Boruk au-delà de toute mesure.

Soudain, l'orc marron sortit de ses pensées lorsque Boruk émit un grognement plus profond. Boruk continuait d'avanncer en titubant, sa main gigantesque s’agrippant au pilier de béton à proximité pour se stabiliser.

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No Nut November : Grow Juice #17 - wip

"Come this way, human, if you don't want to put yourself in danger."

Coming from the mouth of an orc, that sound serious?

- POLL - NNN Grow Juice, Do you want muscles?

The No Nut November: Grow Juice image series is progressing well, and many scenes are already well planned, which goes well beyond what I had planned.

In the next images, Bugrol, after having taken Jonathan away from Boruk, will be the first to face the imposing orc... and taste his immense virility. But rather than making things too easy for Boruk, I thought I'd add a little tension between the two creatures (and not just in Bugrol pant) 😏

How about a confrontation scene where Bugrol, also faithful to orcish traditions, refuses to submit without a proper showdown? A true dominance duel between the two males with bodies sculpted for combat!

The perfect opportunity to showcase their powerful physiques. Yes, I guarantee you: Bugrol's clothes won't last long. 💪🔥

So, tell me: 💬 Do you want to see Bugrol and Boruk face off in a battle of dominance, before the torrid moment that awaits them?

No Nut November : Grow Juice #18 - wip

Bugrol senses that something is wrong. Jonathan, who refuses to back down, is pulled by his jacket by Bugrol to get the human to safety.

Edit : change in numbering from 17 to 18

🎶SONG🎶 - Wave the Flag

Colors shining bold and bright in the air
Hands together rising everywhere
No shadows left to dim this glow
We’re the stars of the world
Let it show

Wave the flag to the sky
Let it fly, let it fly
Every hue, every heart
Reaching high, reaching high
In the storm, we’re the calm
Standing tall, standing proud
This is us, this is now
Hear us loud,

Wave the flag to the sky
Let it fly,
Every hue, every heart
Reaching high, reaching high

From the corners of the earth, we unite
Differences weaving into the light
A symphony of love, pure and strong
Every voice adds a note to our song

Wave the flag to the sky
Let it fly, let it fly
Every hue, every heart
Reaching high, reaching high
In the storm, we’re the calm
Standing tall, standing proud
This is us, this is now
Hear us loud,

Wave the flag to the sky
Let it fly
Every hue, every heart,
Reaching high, reaching high

No more hiding, no more shame
We’ve turned the spark into a flame
A tapestry of dreams untied
Together we are rainbow high

Wave the flag to the sky
Let it fly, let it fly
Every hue, every heart
Reaching high, reaching high
In the storm, we’re the calm
Standing tall, standing proud
This is us, this is now
Hear us loud,
Wave the flag to the sky
Let it fly
Every hue, every heart,
reaching high, reaching high

Wave the Flag !

ENGLISH:
Every year, Pride is more than just an event in GreenWood: it's a vibrant celebration of diversity, love, and acceptance. In this unique city, surrounded by towering mountains and nestled between ancient forests and luminous skyscrapers, humans, orcs, Rakshar, Lykaon... and many other species coexist and share a daily life rich in their differences.

During this event, the streets of GreenWood are adorned with a thousand colors. Confetti floats in the air, and songs spread messages of peace and unity resonating in every known language.

In every smile exchanged, every hug shared, every song sung, lies the promise of a common future: a world where difference is rich, and where no one walks alone.

FRENCH:
Chaque année, la Pride est bien plus qu’un simple événement à GreenWood : c’est une célébration vibrante de la diversité, de l’amour et de l’acceptation. Dans cette cité unique, entourée de montagnes gigantesques, et nichée entre forêts anciennes et gratte-ciels lumineux, humains, orcs, Rakshar, Lykaon... et bien d'autres espèces cohabitent et partagent un quotidien riche de leurs différences.

Lors de cet événement, les rues de GreenWood se parent de mille couleurs. Des confettis flottent dans l’air, des chansons propagent des messages de paix et d’unité résonnant dans toutes les langues connues.

Dans chaque sourire échangé, chaque accolade partagée, chaque chanson entonnée, se trouve la promesse d'un avenir commun : un monde où la différence est une richesse, et où personne ne marche seul.

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NNN Final Day - Grow Juice #15

ENGLISH:
Suddenly, a violent spasm shook Boruk's body, forcing him to lift his hand from his head. A guttural groan escaped his throat as his already massive body seemed to expand before Jonathan and Bugrol's astonished eyes. A creak sounded, not from the mirror, but from the metal bench Boruk sat on. The bench's welds groaned, the metal twisting under the increasing weight. Boruk was growing. His biceps swelled, his shoulders were widening, his pecs bulged more, each of his muscles taking on a completely unusual definition.

Boruk's heart raced, its pulse pounding so loudly it seemed to vibrate the air around him. His eyes widened as he looked down at his own changing body. His grotesque testicles, now resting on the ground, and his increasingly heavy, girthy cock seemed almost insignificant compared to his increased muscle mass.

Jonathan took a step back, his breath caught and his eyes wide. "What the hell...?!" he muttered, his voice barely audible. Bugrol moved cautiously, his narrowed eyes opening wider and wider in the face of surprise. "By the fangs of my ancestors!" he swore. "The Orkspire... it's not supposed to do this!"

The two spectators remained frozen, unable to look away from the spectacle.


FRENCH:
Soudain, un spasme violent secoua le corps de Boruk, le forçant à lever la main de son crâne. Un grognement guttural s’échappa de sa gorge tandis que son corps, déjà massif, sembla se développer sous les yeux ébahis de Jonathan et Bugrol. Un craquement retentit, non pas du miroir, mais du banc en métal sur lequel Boruk était assis. Les soudures du banc gémirent, le métal se tordant sous la pression du poids croissant. Boruk grandissait. Ses biceps enflaient, ses épaules s’élargissaient, ses pectoraux se bombaient davantage, chacun de ses muscles prenant une définition totalement inhabituelle.

Le cœur de Boruk s’emballa, ses pulsations résonnant si fort qu’elles semblaient faire vibrer l’air autour de lui. Ses yeux s’écarquillèrent alors qu’il baissait le regard sur son propre corps en plein changement. Ses testicules grotesques, qui reposaient maintenant au sol, et sa bite de plus en plus lourde, augmentant de circonférence, semblaient presque insignifiants face à sa prise de masse musculaire.

Jonathan recula d’un pas, le souffle coupé et les yeux écarquillés. « Qu'est-ce que c'est que ce bordel… ?! » murmura-t-il, sa voix à peine audible. Bugrol, lui, bougea prudemment, ses yeux plissés s’ouvrant de plus en plus grand face à cet effet de surprise. « Par les crocs de mes ancêtres ! » jura-t-il. « L’Orkspire… ce n’est pas censé faire ça ! »

Les deux spectateurs restèrent figés, incapables de détourner le regard face à ce spectacle.

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🎶 Wave the flag, Let it Fly - Wip

🎶Wave the flag to the sky
Let it fly, let it fly
Every hue, every heart
Reaching high, reaching high🎶

But why was this chorus put into my head?

Climbing Higher

ENGLISH:
Under a brilliantly blue sky, the sun sat high at its zenith, bathing the land of Greenwood in its warm light.

Boruk strode confidently along the rocky path leading to Mount ClearWind. His bulging muscles rippled beneath his skin with every movement, sweat beading on his massive body. At his side, or rather, on his back, Jonathan clung joyfully, his arms wrapped around the orc’s broad shoulders.

"Come on, Boruk, faster, or we’ll never get there before nightfall!" Jonathan teased, his voice laced with playful mischief. The orc let out an amused grunt, his thick lips curling over his tusks. The human’s weight didn’t bother him in the slightest; on the contrary, he relished the closeness.

The trail wound through lush green meadows before gradually climbing toward the heights of Mount ClearWind. In the distance, the mysterious Greenwood Forest stretched out like a sea of emerald.

This perfect weather drew out the inhabitants of the land: hikers, runners, and among them, athletic men, their bodies sculpted by exertion, caught Boruk’s eye. Sweat glistened on their bare chests, reflecting the sunlight in an erotic dance that made the orc’s red eyes gleam.

Jonathan, perched on his back, immediately noticed Boruk’s lingering gaze on a well-built jogger whose black shorts left little to the imagination.

"Oh-ho, Boruk! Eyeing another treat, are we?" he said with a laugh, patting the orc’s shoulder. Boruk grunted, pretending to be offended, though his greenish cheeks darkened slightly.

"Shut up, or I’ll hang you and your bag from one of those trees!" he retorted, his gruff tone betraying a hint of amusement.

Jonathan leaned in toward his ear, his warm breath brushing the orc’s sensitive skin.

"You can look all you want… but you know I’m the one who’s going to take you to the top—in every sense of the word," he murmured, his voice low and provocative.

A shiver ran down Boruk’s spine, and a low rumble vibrated in his chest.

"Keep that up, and we’ll never reach that damn summit," he growled, quickening his pace to hide the effect Jonathan’s words had on him.


FRENCH:
Sous un ciel d’un bleu éclatant, le soleil trônait au zénith, baignant le territoire de Greenwood de sa lumière chaleureuse.

Boruk, avançait d’un pas assuré sur le sentier rocailleux menant au Mont ClearWind. Ses muscles saillants roulaient sous sa peau à chaque mouvement, faisant perler des goutte de sueur sur son corps massif. À ses côtés, ou plutôt sur son dos, Jonathan s’accrochait joyeusement, ses bras enroulés autour des larges épaules de l’orc.

« Allez, Boruk, plus vite, ou on va jamais arriver avant la nuit ! » plaisanta Jonathan, sa voix teintée d’une malice espiègle. L’orc émit un grognement amusé, ses lèvres épaisses s’étirant sur ses crocs. Le poids de l’humain ne le gênait pas le moins du monde ; au contraire, il savourait cette proximité.

Le sentier serpentait à travers des prairies verdoyantes avant de s’élever progressivement vers les hauteurs du Mont ClearWind. Au loin, on pouvait apercevoir la mystérieuse forêt de Greenwood, s’étendant comme une mer d’émeraude.

Cette météo parfaite attirait les habitants du territoire : des randonneurs, des coureurs, et parmi eux, des hommes athlétiques, leurs corps sculptés par l’effort, capturaient l’attention de Boruk. La sueur luisait sur leurs torses nus, reflétant la lumière du soleil dans une danse érotique qui faisait briller les yeux rouge de l’orc.

Jonathan, perché sur son dos, remarqua immédiatement le regard de Boruk qui s’attardait sur un joggeur bien batti, dont le short noir ne laissait que peu de place à l’imagination. « Oh, oh, Boruk ! Encore en train de reluquer une friandise ? » lança-t-il en riant, tapotant l’épaule de l’orc. Boruk grogna, feignant l’indignation, mais ses joues verdâtres prirent une teinte légèrement plus foncée. « Tais-toi, ou je t'accroche toi et ton sac à l'un de ces arbres ! » rétorqua-t-il, son ton bourru trahissant une pointe d’amusement.

Jonathan se pencha à son oreille, son souffle chaud caressant la peau sensible de l’orc. « Tu peux regarder, mais tu sais que c’est moi qui vais te faire grimper au sommet… dans tous les sens du terme, » murmura-t-il, sa voix basse et provocante. Boruk sentit un frisson remonter le long de sa colonne vertébrale, et un grondement sourd vibra dans sa poitrine. « Continue comme ça, et on n’atteindra jamais ce maudit sommet, » grogna-t-il, accélérant le pas pour cacher l’effet que les mots de Jonathan avaient sur lui.

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Hi everyone!

I wanted to share a scene full of freshness and escape, like a taste of summer. Our two friends decided to treat themselves to a getaway to Mount Clearwind, and I hope this little moment will take you on a journey as much as it did me creating it. 🌄

If you enjoyed it, please leave a little comment or a like, it's always a pleasure! 😊

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🌈Happy Pride Month !

Living in a world where everyone is accepted just as they are, with their differences, their colors, their stories, that’s what Pride Month is all about.

Take Boruk the orc, towering at 2.7 meters, and Jonathan, standing at 1.8 meters. They may not have much in common, except for the most important thing: the love they share, proudly and fearlessly.
Together, they remind me that diversity doesn’t divide, it enriches!

Happy Pride Month to all ! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

NNN Final Day - Grow Juice #16 - Wip

Bugrol is right to hold Jonathan back so he doesn't get near Boruk, who knows what can happen when an Orc loses control... :D

NNN Final Day - Grow Juice #14

ENGLISH :
In a few seconds, Jonathan reached Boruk, his eyes scanning the orc's massive body, hoping he hadn't been injured. Luckily, the only casualty was the mirror behind him. Yet despite this, Boruk didn't seem to be doing very well.

The orc felt alternating heat and cold coursing through his entire body, accentuating the sweat that trickled down his shiny skin. His hypertrophied muscles tensed even more, giving clear visibility of their shape beneath the orc's skin. The beating of his heart resonated in his skull, forcing him to press a hand to his temple in a futile attempt at relief. Miraculously, his grotesquely swollen testicles seemed to have stopped growing, but his pulsing, vein-covered cock, fully erect and rock-hard, pulsing in time with Boruk's heartbeat, showed no signs of weakening. Jonathan, consumed by guilt, placed his hands on Boruk's massive right arm, hoping to soothe him. Upon contact with the orc's skin, he felt strange, abnormal, almost electric tingles. But Boruk, his eyes glowing an unearthly red, stared into space, oblivious to his human's presence. Only his low grunts and frozen expression indicated that something was wrong.

Bugrol, intrigued, approached slowly, his heavy footsteps echoing on the gym floor. His narrowed eyes scanned the scene with curiosity and mistrust.

Jonathan, his heart sinking, couldn't help but wonder if he had made a mistake giving Boruk that energy drink, "Grow Juice," saturated with Orkspire. Indeed, this molecule, produced by EGG Corp and synthesized from orc fluids, was known for its powerful aphrodisiac effects, but its consequences on Boruk seemed to exceed anything Jonathan had imagined.




FRENCH :
En quelques secondes, Jonathan atteignit Boruk, ses yeux scrutant le corps massif de l’orc dans l’espoir qu’il n’ait pas été blessé. Par chance, la seule victime était le miroir derrière lui. Pourtant malgré cela, Boruk semblait pas aller très bien.

L'orc ressentait une alternance de chaleur et de froid lui traversant tous le corps, accentuant sa transpiration qui ruisselait sur sa peau luisante. Ses muscles hypertrophiés, se tendaient encore davantage, donnant une bonne visibilité de leur forme sous la peau de l'orc. Les battements de son cœur résonnait jusque dans son crâne, l’obligeant à presser une main contre sa tempe dans une vaine tentative de soulagement. Par miracle, ses testicules, grotesquement enflés, semblaient avoir cessé de croître, mais sa bite couverte de veine pulsante, complètement ériger et dure comme la pierre et bougeant au rythme des pulsation cardiaque de Boruk, ne semblait pas montrer de signe de faiblesse.

Jonathan, rongé par la culpabilité, posa ses mains sur le bras droit massif de Boruk, espérant l’apaiser. Au contact de la peau de l’orc, il ressentit d’étranges picotements, anormaux, presque électriques. Mais Boruk, les yeux brillant d’un rouge surnaturel, fixait le vide, inconscient de la présence de son humain. Seuls ses grognements sourds et son expression figée, montrait que que quelque chose n’allait pas.

Bugrol, intrigué, s’approcha lentement, ses pas lourds résonnant sur le sol de la salle de sport. Ses yeux plissés scrutaient la scène avec curiosité et méfiance.

Jonathan, le cœur serré, ne pouvait s’empêcher de se demander s’il avait commis une erreur en donnant à Boruk cette boisson énergétique, le "Grow Juice", saturée d’Orkspire. En effet, cette molécule, produite par EGG Corp et synthétiser à partir de fluides orc, était réputée pour ses effets aphrodisiaques puissants, mais ses conséquences sur Boruk semblaient dépasser tout ce que Jonathan avait imaginé.

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