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“So this is all something that you dreamt about?  But you actually believe it’s real?”  Dave let out a short laugh, awkwardly scratching at his blonde mop as he kept his eyes politely averted from Colt’s naked frame.  He’d seen his friend’s bare, lean build plenty of times in the locker room, but being greeted by the sight in his friend’s living room brought with it a new level of discomfort.  “Also could we have this conversation with some more clothing involved?  Or at least a towel?”

The naked brunette grinned and spread his toned arms, giving a quick shake of his hips.  “No way, dude.  Get a good look at the little guy now ‘cause it’s all about to change.”  Colt nodded down at the surprisingly small cock and petite balls between his defined thighs.  Even on his athletically thin frame the package was noticeably below average, with the compact organ topping out at just over four inches when hard.  It was the one aspect of his otherwise striking appearance that Colt felt any measure of insecurity over.  He was neither short nor tall, standing an average 5’9”, with a full head of expertly styled chocolate hair, a face marked by distinguished, symmetrical features, a naturally smooth body that was covered in tight, defined muscle, and a perky little rear that was just large enough to catch someone’s eye without being unwieldy.  Throw in his laidback charm and Colt never lacked for attention.  He wasn’t as big or as built as some of his friends, like Dave, but that was by design.  His subpar endowment already looked small on his thin-yet-shredded frame, and he knew that would only get worse if his body grew too much larger.  Where some guys in his position would have tried to compensate with muscle, he decided to make up for his lack of size with an abundance of skill, becoming surgically precise with the tiny organ.  Though they may have started off amused by its size, no woman ever left Colt’s bed unsatisfied.  “And I didn’t dream this up.  They contacted me IN my dreams, but only after I reached out to them in the waking world.  Believe me, I know how crazy that sounds.”

“I really don’t think you do,” Dave said, searching his friend’s expression for any sign that this was all just some giant prank.  “You honestly believe that some dream wizards gave you a magic crystal that’s going to miraculously make your dick bigger?  What part of that doesn’t sound completely batshit?”

Colt shrugged and held up the small glass sphere.  It was made of a fragile translucent material roughly the size of a billiard ball, and appeared to be filled with a swirling, burgundy smoke.  “Then where did this come from?  I told you, man.  I fell asleep, they gave this to me in my dream, and when I woke up I was holding it.  How do you explain that?”

Dave wanted to explain it by telling Colt he was full of shit, but he knew the other man well enough to catch him in a lie and this wasn’t one of those times.  Whether it did or didn’t, the naked pretty-boy actually believed the crystal came from his dream.  Considering that his friend lived alone, it added a layer of credibility that Dave’s rational brain had a hard time accepting.  He folded his brawny arms behind him, puffing out his prominent pecs and showing off the athletic taper to his torso as he leaned against the doorframe.  “Fine.  Let’s say I believe you.  Are you sure this is something you really want to fuck with?  I mean, we’re not just in over our heads…we’re well into the twilight zone here, bud.  And you’re what?  26?  This goes wrong and you’re going to be dealing with that for a long time.”

“I’ve already dealt with this for a long time,” Colt spat, reaching down and easily obscuring his dainty package with one hand.  “I’m beyond sick of it.  Do I really need to explain this to you?  You’ve seen what I have to deal with.  A name like ‘Colt’ with a dick like this?  It’s a fucking joke everyone is all too happy to make, and I’m done.  I’m tired of working so hard to look like this but still feeling like shit every time I drop my shorts in front of someone.”

“And you still get more pussy than all of those guys combined,” Dave countered.  He stopped averting his gaze and made it a point to give Colt a slow look up and down.  “Look at yourself, bro.  You’re fucking hot.  You’re ripped to shit, you’ve got a killer face, and for some reason people seem to like your dumb ass.  So will you please use some common sense and not risk throwing all that away just because you want a bigger piece?  I know for a fact there are plenty of guys who’d give up a few inches to see as much action as you do.”  Dave blushed beneath his trimmed beard and shook his head, dropping his gaze once more.  “And can you please stop making me compliment you while you’re naked?  This is already weird enough.”

Colt was genuinely touched by such effusive praise from a handsome stud like Dave, and he loved watching the blonde jock squirm, but it wasn’t going to sway his decision.  “I know this seems like a lot, but honestly it was pretty straightforward.  They have a website for fuck’s sake.  You fill out a contact form with the dream you want to come true, and they make you be pretty specific.  I had to list the exact number of inches I wanted just so they can be sure they get it right.”  It was the brunette’s turn to blush as he explained the process, a quick stab of embarrassment piercing his resolve as he heard the admission out loud.  “Yeah, okay, it’s weird.  I’m not going to argue that.  But I’m also not going to automatically assume they’re out to fuck me over.  Why would they?  This wasn’t cheap, dude.  I paid a lot of money for a service…no different than taking your car to the mechanic or going to the doctor.  It’s like cosmetic surgery, but faster and with more options.”

Dave sighed and rolled his eyes, ignoring entirely the part about a magical service being purchased over the internet.  That was more than he could wrap his head around, and it ultimately wasn’t the point.  “Do I even want to ask what size you settled on?”

Colt looked bashful as he held up both hands, wiggling all ten fingers.  “Big, but not, like, excessive.”

“Not excessive?!  Jesus, dude!  You know the average is only like five and a half, right?  I get that everyone seems bigger to you because you’re weirdly fixated on this, but think about most of the guys we see in the showers.  How many are actually walking around swinging a log like that?”

“One of ‘em’s standing right in front of me,” Colt said, reaching out to squeeze his friend’s hefty package through the other man’s joggers.  With his arms pinned behind him against the doorframe all Dave could do was yelp and twist out of the way as he glared.  “This is all easy for you to say, Mister Eight Inches.  We get it…you’re tall, hot and hung.  Must be nice.”

“I’m 6’1”, man.  I’m around plenty of guys who are taller than me all the time.  And who cares how big my dick is?  Because I’m not a weirdo like you who makes his friend argue with their naked ass, the only time people see it are either in the showers or in bed.  You’re not trying to fuck the people in the first group and the ones in the second aren’t complaining from what I hear, so who gives a shit?  This dick obsession is a bit much, bro.  Is there something else you need to tell me?  I don’t judge, obviously.”

“You wish,” Colt grunted.  “Listen man, I didn’t ask you to come over to argue with me.  If I wasn’t going to do this I’d already have my clothes back on by now.  I wanted you here for moral support or for help in case something goes wrong.”

“And what the fuck am I supposed to do if it does?!” Dave cried, making a sweeping gesture with a muscled arm.  “Sure, let me just wave my magic wand and fix it.”  The bigger man sighed when Colt folded his arms and glared at him.  He knew there was no changing his friend’s mind, but he’d had to at least give it a shot.  “Fine.  If you’re hellbent on doing this, let’s get it over with.  What do you want me to do?”

Colt beamed.  “Just stand over there out of the way and be ready in case something happens.  I know, I know, you don’t have magic,” he said when Dave started to protest again.  “I mean in case I stop breathing or something like that.  They said it’s perfectly safe but, you know, never hurts to have backup, right?  All I have to do is smash the crystal at my feet and it should happen quick.”

“I’m backing waaaaay the hell up.”  Dave retreated into the kitchen at his back and positioned himself on the other side of the wall, only sticking his head through the threshold to watch whatever was about to unfold.  “One more time…you’re sure about this?”

Colt took a deep breath and nodded, his heart racing as he threw the sphere at the floor.  There was a surprisingly loud pop as the thin crystal shattered against the wood like a lightbulb, exploding into countless shards and releasing a billowing cloud of burgundy vapors.  Instead of spreading around the room, the ruddy fumes focused in on the naked young man, leaving him at the center of a swirling, blood red vortex.  A disorienting wave of vertigo slammed into him as his body locked in place, the twitching at his cock the only movement he was seemingly capable of.  His short poker had gone rock hard within seconds, and as he gawked Colt watched the small organ continue to pulse and swell beyond its normal size.  Four inches quickly became five, which then pushed past six and on towards seven, the whole time adding extra width and heft while his balls inflated at a similar pace.

But as much as he wanted to celebrate, Colt began to notice changes occurring that he hadn’t anticipated.  Staring down as he was, the frozen brunette watched his toned pecs start to inflate and push outward while his trim waist lost its taper.  Beneath the steadily expanding organ his toned thighs spread towards each other, as, somehow, he seemed to be putting on extra muscle in addition to the extra inches.

Colt’s stomach dropped when he lifted his eyes to discover the source. Even through the rust-colored cloud, he immediately noticed the shift in his perspective as his panicked gaze darted frantically around the apartment.  His furniture seemed bigger than it should while his vantage point seemed lower, so even though he appeared to be growing larger it was clear that he was also getting shorter.  Colt wanted to run from the horrible cloud or at least call out for help, but all he could do was stand in place while his now-aching cock settled at its new size.  As terrified as he was, Colt’s girthy new monster felt like it was about to pop at any moment as it jutted out like a dripping pipe beneath his lumpy new muscle-gut.

“Guh!”  And just like that it was over.  The fog dissipated like an exhaled breath, loosening its hold on Colt’s altered body and letting the dazed man fall to the floor.  He let out a grunt as he landed on his inflated ass, his eyes going wide when he stared down at his meaty new legs.  They were nowhere near as long as they should have been, with wide, thick thighs that perfectly complemented the fat, oozing cock and churning balls nestled between them.  Colt instinctively reached for the enlarged organ, dreading the way his stubby new fingers couldn’t close all the way around it even as he spasmed at the overwhelming sensation caused by the attempt.  He grabbed the throbbing pole with his other hand at the same time, dizzy from the revelation that not only did he now have a cock big enough to double-fist, those fists were attached to beefy, pile-driver arms.  “HHHNNNNHHhhhh…!”  Colt groaned when the extra digits pushed him over the edge, inadvertently blasting himself in the face and chest when he doubled over from the intensity of the release.  It was like being sprayed by a squirtgun as the oversized organ pumped out load after load, far more than Colt ever would have imagined possible.

“Fuck!  Dude!  Are you okay?  What the hell happened to you?!”

Colt blinked up at Dave in a daze, finally letting out a sharp gasp when it occurred to him just how much he had to tilt his head to look up at his friend.  The muscled blonde had always been bigger than him, but now he towered over the prone, sticky brunette in a way he never had before.  Colt looked back down at himself, his jaw dropping when he saw his massive new shoulders and gave the firm, bulky muscle that had enveloped his formerly defined build a few tentative prods with a stubby finger.  Though he hadn’t yet climbed to his feet, as he sat and squirmed in the sticky puddle Colt could already tell his once-perky bubble had grown significantly.  “I…I don’t know…my dick started to get…” he trailed off and rubbed his throat, blushing at both the slightly higher, squeakier tone to his normally-smooth tenor and the width of his widened neck.  “Do I sound funny?  Why do I sound funny?!”

Dave didn’t know what to say.  He was trying to keep his expression neutral so his friend didn’t panic, but the sight of the hung, sticky little stud that had taken Colt’s place made that difficult.  “Let’s just…let’s just start with are you okay?  Does anything hurt?  Can you breathe?  Can you stand?”

Colt swallowed hard and nodded, flushing a deeper shade as he struggled upright.  His body no longer moved the way he was used to, feeling heavy and cumbersome as the extra mass significantly limited his formerly agile range of motion.  The bulky new meat rubbed together in unfamiliar ways, his wide, stubby frame now feeling like it had to constantly fight against itself for space.  “FUCK!  WHAT THE FUCK?!” Colt cried, wincing at the sound of the high squeak.  Instead of looking Dave more or less in the face, he now stared squarely at the center of the other man’s torso.  “WHY AM I SO SMALL?!”

“Uh, you’re not small, man,” Dave said, his neutral expression finally cracking as he looked down at Colt’s thick log and equally thickened body.  “You’re short.”

“But…but how did this go so wrong?  I don’t know whaaaaAAT THE FUCK?!  IS THAT ME?!”  Colt interrupted himself when he turned his head and caught sight of his burly new reflection in the door to his balcony.  Seeing it all at once was worse than he’d feared.  He’d gone from long and lean to stocky and broad, his toned, tapering physique swapped out for a shape that was more squat and rectangular.  As he’d guessed, his solid little cheeks had ballooned into a set of plump, ample cakes, and the ten-inch cock that had started all this now loomed almost cartoonishly large jutting off his beefy little frame.  Even his face had changed to adopt a more squared-off look, his jaw widening and his brow becoming more prominent as his features went from boyishly charming to ruggedly handsome.  “Oh my god,” Colt groaned, turning away to give Dave a pleading look.  A growing confusion joined with his dread as his enlarged cock surged at the sight, a sudden thrill starting to run through him at the way his friend towered over him.  Colt was mortified at the thought of being seen in his current state, but at the same time the knowledge that he was naked, hard, and covered in cum in front of Dave made him quiver.

The taller blonde shook his head and rubbed the shock from his face.  “Okay, let’s try not to panic…”

“Not panic?  Look at me!  Hell, listen to me!  How am I supposed to not panic,” Colt squeaked, spreading his burly new arms wide.  “I can’t be stuck like this!  What good is a dick this size on a body like thiiiIIIIHHH…!”  The squat stud gasped and tensed when he grabbed his altered cock for emphasis, the sensation nearly bringing him to his knees.

Dave started to reach for his friend but stopped, unsure if he’d be hurting or helping.  “What?  What’s wrong?”

“It’s just…sensitive…” Colt muttered, blushing.  “Fuck, dude.  I just blasted my ass off a second ago but it’s like it never happened.”

“At least you got the size you wanted,” Dave shrugged.  “Sure looks big enough now, let me tell ya.”

“Great.  I can’t reach my fucking cabinets anymore, and my feet aren’t going to touch the ground whenever I sit in a goddamned chair, but at least I’ve got this,” Colt spat, reluctantly letting go of his aching monster.  The urge to panic was returning as he started to process what he’d just said.  He really couldn’t reach any of his upper cabinets anymore, or the tops of his closets, nor would he be able to access any of the taller shelves and displays when out at a store.  And his feet wouldn’t just hang above the ground when he sat in a chair; his stubby legs would dangle on the couch, on a barstool, and on most of the machines at the gym.  He’d gone from having the smallest dick in the locker room to being the shortest, which wasn’t a trade he would have made.

Dave was processing it all at the same time, struggling to catch up to the reality of his now shrunken friend.  “The people who set this all up…did they give you any instructions or anything,” he asked.

Colt nodded and scrambled over to his dining room table, his stomach dropping at the way it now hit him at his navel instead of his upper-thigh.  He picked up a piece of thick, weathered parchment, sealed by wax the same color as the smoke, and held it up for his friend to take.  “This was with the crystal when I woke up.”

The towering blonde took the paper, his jaw dropping as he inspected the unbroken wax.  “Dude.  Why is this still sealed?  Please, please tell me you read this.”  Dave’s shock turned to anger at Colt’s bashful, guilty expression.  “Oh, come on!  Are you fucking serious?!  What the hell is wrong with you, man?!”  Dave reached down and tousled Colt’s hair, his tone softening to exasperation.  “You didn’t even read the instructions?”

“No, why would I,” the shorter man barked, pulling his head away from his friend’s hand.  He wanted to be embarrassed by the ease with which Dave had been able to do that, but all he could focus on was how much he’d enjoyed the feeling of the other man’s comparatively-large hand palming his head like a basketball.  As he watched the buff blonde peel open the letter and start reading, Colt’s eyes kept drifting to the front of Dave’s joggers, his shrunken hands tingling at the memory of the other man’s bulge pressing into them.  Though he knew it was entirely inappropriate timing, the shrunken pretty-boy was increasingly eager to compare his altered equipment against his friend’s, or to just get his hands on Dave’s package in any capacity.  “They…they told me what to do and how it would work,” he stammered, forcing that last thought from his mind.  “Just break the orb and watch my dick grow.  It was supposed to be simple!  Why would I need a whole set of instructions?”

“Maybe to read the fine print,” Dave laughed.  “It says right here…’any growth has to be balanced by an equitable reduction of height at a minimum of a two-to-one ratio.  Actual reductions may vary slightly.  Please also note that there will be no corresponding loss of overall mass.  As such, changes to body shape are to be expected, especially in cases of growth totalling more than two inches.’  So I guess that answers that question.  Do you have a tape measure around here?”

Colt nodded in numb silence and lumbered over to a nearby closet, his meaty new thighs shaking with each heavy, plodding footfall.  If the paper was correct he’d just lost at least a foot in height, a fact that was driven home when he opened the door only to realize he couldn’t reach the toolbox on the top shelf.  “Can you, uh…”

“Oh!  Yeah, of course,” Dave said, sounding sheepish.  “Guess we’re going to have to rearrange some things around here, huh?”

Instead of feeding Colt’s humiliation, the note of condescension in Dave’s voice only turned him on even more.  He watched his friend pull the toolbox down, his eyes glued to the blonde’s flexing arms, and let himself be guided over to a nearby doorframe.  He stood as straight and tall as he could while the other man took the measurement, focusing on Dave’s outlined bulge to keep the anxiety at bay.  “Do I even want to know?”

“4’6”, which is more or less what the instructions said.  A foot would’ve been 4’9”, and they said there was some wiggle room here.”  Dave smiled as sympathetically as he could when Colt sagged against the door frame.  “Hey, it’s not all bad.  Now that I’m up close this thing looks bigger than ten inches.  I mean, we’ve already got the tape out…”

Colt just blinked.  “I’m…I’m only four-and-a-half feet tall?  That’s…That’s so shoooOOHHHH!”  He broke off in another squeaking bellow when Dave’s fingers closed around his solid club.  His friend was just moving him into position to get a better measurement but Colt bucked his hips reflexively, exploding after a single thrust through the other man’s fist.

“Whoa!” Dave laughed, deftly sidestepping the deluge that followed.  He gave the spasming little meathead another sympathetic look as he watched Colt’s meaty new pecs heave, a pained, ecstatic expression on his friend’s blunted new features.  “Uh…sorry about that.  Or you’re welcome?  Whichever.  Either way, you’re the proud owner of a ten-and-one-quarter-inch dick.”

“Oh, great,” Colt panted.  “Does it say anything about why that keeps happening?”  He didn’t like the way his friend’s eyes went wide when Dave picked up the letter again, or the wry grin that followed.

“It sure does.  ‘Increased sensitivity is to be expected and may be a permanent result.  However, any reduction in stamina will be offset by an equal reduction in the refractory period.’  Damn.  That’ll keep things…interesting,” Dave said, grinning down at Colt’s cock that was already twitching back to life.  “But hold on, there’s more.  ‘Due to the inherent nature of such change requests, an increased interest in all things phallus related is to be expected.  How such interests manifest will vary by individual, but increased sexual attraction towards men, as well as a heightened desire to show one’s new body off, have been reported as the most common side effects.’”  Dave let out a slow breath, raising his eyebrows as he set the parchment aside and looked down at a flustered Colt.  “That explains why you haven’t stopped staring at my crotch for the last ten minutes.”

“What?!  No, I wasn’t…I mean it’s not…” the brawny little brunette stammered, still staring even as he tried to deny it.  He was attempting to wrap his head around what he’d just heard, that he’d become a horny, cock-hungry little meathead with a hair-trigger dick, but Dave’s overwhelming presence was making focus difficult.

“Hey, hey, it’s cool,” Dave said, his tone gentle as he reached out and tousled Colt’s hair again.  He let his hand drift down to one of his friend’s burly new shoulders, giving the broad cannonball a squeeze.  “I already told you I don’t judge.  I’m flattered, really.  It also said to expect a corresponding interest in your new body from others, which explains some things on my end, at least.  I mean, dude, you’re still a stud even like this, but you’re not my usual type, you know?”

“What…what’re you doing…” Colt stammered as Dave’s hand slid down a plump new pec.  He gasped when it closed around his cock again, his eyes going wide.

“I want to see if it’s always like this,” the blonde grinned, giving a gentle tug.

“GGNN…godddddd…” Colt groaned, trying his best to hold back but falling over the edge after only a trio of pulls.  He clutched Dave’s forearm, the striated muscle feeling huge in his stubby hand as he helplessly humped his spraying monster through the other man’s fist again.  “Oh…oh shit…” he moaned, eyes wide as the full extent of his lost stamina began to register.  “How the fuck am I supposed to use this thing if it’s constantly popping off after a single thrust?  Even if I’m good to go again right away, I don’t think the ladies are into dudes pumping out load after load into them.”

Dave laughed and shrugged, wiping a cum-slick hand on Colt’s enlarged shoulder before untying the drawstring on his joggers.  “Is pumping loads into women what you really want anymore,” he asked as he hooked his thumbs in the waist and pushed them down along with his boxers.

Colt bit back a whimper at the sight of his friend’s dangling package, his mouth instantly watering.  “Wait…just wait a second…” he sputtered unconvincingly.  His shrunken hands tingled and his squat new body burned with a kind of desire he’d never felt before, and though he felt like he should argue or at least pretend to resist, Colt knew without a shred of doubt that he’d do whatever Dave wanted him to.

“Come on, you know you’ve been dying to compare,” the bigger man said, hefting his twitching, eight-inch log.  He gave an impressed whistle when it reached its full size and still wasn’t as long or as thick as Colt’s new endowment.  “Damn.  You really do have me beat,” he grinned, reaching down to grab his friend’s cock again.  At his reduced height Colt’s oozing member was too low for Dave to grab and press against his own for a side-by-side comparison, but he was able to push his own rod down while angling his friend’s up to rub their bulbous heads together.

“Hoouuhh…fuuuck…” Colt whimpered as he watched the glistening tips rub against each other.  Between that and the sensation of the blonde’s hand it was enough to push him over again.  “Wha…what am I going to do…”

“You’ll just have to get creative,” Dave said, wiping the ample cum from the front of his shirt.  “If you’re all about that dick now it opens some new doors.”

“But…but I’m not…”

“Uh-huh.  Sure.  Is that why you’ve been open-mouth staring at my piece ever since I pulled it out,” Dave interrupted.  “You want to taste it?  Go ahead, it’s cool.  I mean it, man.  You wanted me here to help out, so let me help out,” he said, shucking his cum-soaked t-shirt as he spoke.  He looked down at his own slab of a chest and shook his head.  “You’re even more yoked than me now, dude.  Who would’ve thought you’d be able to pull off this short little meathead look so well.”

Colt responded by dropping to his knees and swallowing as much of Dave’s hefty cock as he could.  He didn’t know what to say anyway.  He really did look like a beefy little powerlifter, like he’d started taking steroids at ten years old and never grew an inch taller, only wider and thicker.  A part of his addled brain knew he shouldn’t be loving the sensation of his friend’s musky rod filling his mouth as much as he was, but there was no denying the sheer bliss it brought him.  When the parchment said he’d experience an increased interest in all things phallus related, Colt began to recognize that for the understatement that it was.  Already he wanted to experience Dave’s throbbing meat in every way he could.  His hands tingled, his plump cheeks burned, and he longed for the warmth of his friend’s sticky fluid to cover him from head to toe.  And when he was done with Dave he was already thinking about the rest of their friends, and who would be next.

He was thinking about himself, too, but not in the way he’d expected.  As he bobbed his head and clutched at Dave’s solid cheeks with his shrunken fingers, Colt loved the feeling of the cool air on every inch of his exposed skin.  He knew his clothes no longer fit, and he didn’t want them to.  The idea that he’d ever have to cover his squat, beefy frame sounded horrible, and it was only the knowledge that his brawny body and oversized endowment would always be prominently displayed in whatever he wore, even when he got size-appropriate items, that made the thought bearable.

Colt had already cum two more times, barely registering when his untouched cock blasted as he bobbed and sucked.  Even that was becoming less worrisome to the stocky stud.  If he had his luscious new monster inside someone then that meant they wouldn’t be able to see it, and if they were sucking him off that meant he wouldn’t have their dick in his mouth, both of which seemed terrible when compared to the alternative.  Instead of humiliation, the idea that he’d much rather be the person riding a cock or eagerly slurping on one left him feeling content and satisfied.

That contented feeling was magnified as Colt lifted his eyes to see Dave’s arrogant smile beaming down at him.  The thought that he’d spend the rest of his days being towered over by guys like his friend, and that they’d be all too eager to get a look at the body he was all too eager to show, wasn’t nearly as terrifying as it had first seemed.  It was true that he’d lost his long, lean physique, and that he’d have to adjust to his meaty, miniaturized frame and squeaky new voice, but it was a small price to pay compared to what he’d gained.

Colt knew they’d still joke about his name, only now the punchlines would be about how closely he lived up to it, not the opposite.  But he didn’t mind.  They could look and laugh all they wanted.  They could touch, too.  It occurred to him that there’d be questions about his new appearance, but he didn’t dread those conversations.  He’d show them every inch he’d gained and lost in as much intimate detail as they desired, and then he’d do it all again with the next guy.

He pulled his head free and nuzzled against Dave’s slick rod before grinning up at his friend.  As much as he was enjoying the warm organ in his mouth, he was ready to try it somewhere else.  “Okay…okay…this might not be so bad,” he purred.  “How about we find out if there’s a limit to how much this thing can shoot?”