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A Faceful of Masculinity [1]
🕑 Added 2023-09-10 00:49:49 +0000 UTCOwen's testing had sprawled out all over the living room. It was a worthy sacrifice. He was in the middle of a burst of inspiration! Half his workshop strewn almost as far as his thoughts... From the nature of biology… to the fact that he was probably lucky his roommate wasn’t home.
Especially since he might find Owen’s secret. A vial of thick, glowing white ooze. The cornerstone of his invention. He’d ‘procured’ it one day. Not from a meteor or some mystic potion, but extracted from boiling down precisely the results he wanted. Now all he needed was an engine… and he finally had that. The scrawny hyena stuffed the vial into the ammo chamber of his latest device, built like a gun for ease of use, but scattered with tubes, dynamos, and various other black boxes as he wandered the mad place.
Sal meanwhile, was obliviously trudging up the driveway to their shared home. He was dead tired after a long day. -Three- unproductive interviews, and always the same story. Rich fucks uninterested in providing a bodyguard job to a five foot nothing bird with a chirpy voice. Nevermind being ex-military with an honorable discharge, nevermind the martial arts training and concealed carry permits and sharpshooting trophies, no, gotta have somebody who looks intimidating.
Sal sighed as he futzed with his keys, opening the lock. He didn't want to do anything tonight except go to bed and maybe have a nice burger.
So when he opened the door to the house to a destroyed living room and a wildly grinning hyena with some kind of faintly glowing sci fi prop, Sal couldn't react at first. Just drop his beak as his tongue flapped uselessly...
Before finally mumbling, "Oh I do not have the energy for this."
The mad scientist's ears perked up as he heard the *click* of the front door opening... the hyena standing up and throwing debris aside with a wide grin... OH! The last thing he needed…
A test subject.
"I think... you'll have a lot more energy if I do... this!" the hyena said with a sinister cackle as he aimed straight at Sal's chest, pulling the trigger, and was immediately sent flying back. Owen didn’t expect the device to have recoil! Heck, he designed it, flying back across the room was doubly worrying as a bright white pellet flew through the air and hit Sal dead on… right in the chest, over his heart.
Sal just barely had time to regret. Of course, just because a weapon looked silly didn't mean it wasn't a weapon, and as Owen pointed at him, he SHOULD have dodged to the side and fought back against his roommate. Unfortunately, he had let a certain amount of 'weenie kinship' distract him, and now he was paying the price.
The pellet hit him dead center, a shot through the heart. Sal would almost have been proud of the shot if it wasn't the last emotion he would get to feel.
...Wait, actually, he felt perfectly fine. For a split second after the bullet hit, Sal realized he felt no impact and had no blemish.
And then his chest exploded.
The polo shirt over his torso exploded into tatters as Sal was thrown back...
By the most enormous, violent pec flex he could have ever imagined. He had tried to 'make them dance' when he was younger, never having enough meat for it, and this felt a lot like that, every drop of tension in his body rushing to his chest and HEAVING them out as his legs gave way and he fell backwards.
Owen had flown back and might have hit the wall a bit hard, and was slowly recovering from the sudden impact, he groaned slightly before his eyes shot wide. His attention fell to the gun right next to him concerned more for the integrity of his new toy rather than anything else happening. He gave it a once over making sure no cracks or chips had befallen it, the gun's "muzzle" might've been a bit heated, and the intensity of the "ray" should definitely get adjusted. But he saw no flaw in his creation and exhaled a sigh of relief before rolling back onto his back. Just staring at the ceiling for a moment before a deafening RRIP came from the front door... oh... Oh right he shot Sal! The hyena tried pushing himself back up, only being able to hold himself up with his forearms as he saw Sal convulsing and swelling thicker before his eyes "It's... working..." the hyena had whispered under his breath, he didn’t dare to move, just taking in the sight of his roommate's growth... Oh... Oh he had done it…
"U-urf... haanh..." Sal groaned as he adapted to the fact that he didn't appear to be dead, trying to climb off his mashed tail feathers and feeling a brief sense of vertigo as he rose to his feet.
He did certainly feel more awake. He had to give his roommate that, getting shot by a... toy? Broken gun? Whatever it was. It certainly broke through his malaise.
Actually, it wasn't just adrenaline, his heart rate was already rapidly beginning to slow, but he still felt pretty energized. Flipping to his feet and preening a bit wasn't hard at all!
"What the hell?" Sal asked, then coughed a bit as his voice sounded almost unfamiliar.
"What the HELL?!?" He said much more intensely, fingering his beak.
His voice was deeper! Not a lot deeper, maybe the difference between a leggero tenor and a spinto tenor, the kind of difference only music aficionados and insecure bird guys bothered to memorize, but it still sounded better to him. Even the beak it came out of felt a little more chiseled! And looking down, Sal could see his chest right past it!
...A large, meaty chest he definitely hadn't had before.
Owen snapped out of his trance as the crow spoke, and wasted no time abusing the bird’s own trance with a quickly grabbed measuring tape and a notebook along with a phone on the nearby armrest noisily set to record.
He really was speedy when it came to “science”.
The hyena mumbled his thoughts aloud as he measured the avian as invasively as possible. "Subject was previously 5'11... after about 30 seconds exposure seems to have grown... A foot and a half taller... 7'5... Beak span... mhm... as for waist. Subject's voice also has seemed to drop... about half an octave..." the hyena was unnaturally dextrous, even Sal had never really seen Owen this focused on his work, as the hyena lifted the crow's free arm up, stretching the ribbon from the tip of their feathers down to their pit, "Wing span..."
"Hold up." Sal said authoritatively, his new voice giving a much sterner quality to it than the chirpy crackle he was used to. "YOU need to explain. Now. Rather than just running a tape measure over me to look at..."
Sal flexed an arm, bicep peaking with more mass than he'd ever had in his life. His wings immediately puffed out behind him, knocking over a vase that he barely felt as he -stretched- an enormous eight foot wingspan to match his... increased height.
"To look at..." Sal caught on that last one. Increased height? The hyena had just mentioned it and Sal had almost just accepted it. The furniture looked smaller. The hyena looked smaller. But he couldn't just be bigger, could he?
His heaving pecs said he could.
"Owen. What the fuck happened."
The hyena shivered involuntarily at the deeper voice Sal dealt out with their newly grown body… standing dumbfounded as the vase fell and shattered against steely bubble buttocks. Well, no point in not taking pride in his work. He twirled the gun, losing any points his surprise shot might have earned, before tucking it aside and speaking.
"This! I've been fiddling with it for... I don't know... a month or two in my room. And had a breakthrough while uh... researching models. Point is, with a unique compound I “found” and a whole bunch of technobabble nobody wants to hear… I made it! A growth… well, it's not quite a growth ray probably more like a "Manly" ray... Semantics... anyway, it works...! Maybe I should tweak the ray's intensity... since it seemed to have came out as a slug instead of a ray... Should I try again to see if it was just a fluke?" the hyena had a dangerous, wild smile once more as he fiddled with the gun to turn it on again.
"Yes, you should definitely turn down the gun if it blows you and your target across the room. Especially if you're not TRYING for shock and awe tactics. Finding a safe target is important, and since you're new to this you probably shouldn't be going it alone either. I'd be happy to help you learn safe operation anytime. Just make absolutely sure not to point it at anybody if you don't intend to shoot them." Sal answered automatically, going to memories of gun safety classes and spitting them out before his brain caught up.
Maybe the Hyena’s babbling was just hard to focus on.
Or maybe it was the overdose of new hormones.
And pheromones.
Owen's ears twitched and his eyes glazed over as Sal lectured over him with something he was sure he’d heard before. The bird was distracted once again, leaving the hyena smiling as his observations stopped being scientific and more practical. He was definitely eyeing his roommate's thick cut chest the way those heavy pecs were barely held by fabric stretched loosely across their chest was a spectacle. He thought Hulking out was a thing that could only happen in bad movies. "You sound like a Hollywood Drill Sergeant now," the hyena had stopped fiddling with his gun and started teasing his roommate, even with the obvious 2 feet and some size difference at this point.
"I'll take that as a compliment," Sal answered. Now that his brain had caught up, he was actually a little surprised the little yeen hadn't shot him again or run away.
Then again, given how the little weenie's eyes were practically glued to his newly toned abs, maybe not that surprising.
Sal couldn't even bring himself to criticize. As mad as he wanted to be about being shot and experimented on without his consent... he HAD just been complaining about his size... and he -did- just turn handsome in the space of a few minutes.
Plus, he was starting to get turned on himself. The faint buzz of testosterone creeping up his skull.
Sal figured actions would speak louder than words. If we wanted to say it was okay well, he could simply make it better than okay.
He grabbed the ripped remains of his shirt and tore, splitting it down the middle and revealing his whole torso, stripping down shirtless.
"Feel free to pay me a couple more."
Both boys were mesmerized at how big the crow had gotten the hyena watching the crow continue to explore their body while lost in thoughts, his eyes went wide as that poor polo was torn off their chest completely. It was like a dream, the setting sun outside gleaming through the window on a sweaty, shiny, gorgeously jet black body.
The yeen definitely wasn’t hearing any words. But he paid a few compliments all the same. Right up until he heard something he was less prepared to ignore.
Bling!
"Oh, it finally cooled down... Sal, Catch!" the hyena had a wide smile as he took aim once more, pulling the gun out and firing into Sal’s abs in once smooth, point blank motion.
Owen braced himself this time, supporting his shot with Sal’s own body as he fired. He’d quite failed to turn down the gun’s power. If anything, the opposite happened, and an enormous mass of white fired directly into the bird, throwing Owen back against his arm.
Sal braced for impact as soon as he heard 'Catch'. He supposed it checked out that the gun was on cooldown rather than his roomie having come down with a case of dignity. He tensed his body, ready for an impact like a shotgun slug.
Felt a soft 'thud' against his stomach and a gentle pull on his arm.
And opened his eyes, watching a white glow glitter between his abs with a small "Huh."
Judging by how Owen had braced against him and been pushed back, the gun still had quite a bit of power behind it!
Just... so did Sal.
The crow grinned giddily as he realized there was a lot more than aesthetics coming his way. He grabbed a small statue from the mantle behind him as he felt that swelling sensation rise up in him, hiding it in the bend of his elbow as he pushed his bicep up.
If he could get strong enough to break stone like this, he wouldn't mind any experiments the yeen had in mind
Owen groaned as even while holding his arm, that smarted, he held the gun in his support hand as he shook his dominant arm. "Augh…" After seeing how Sal had barely budged, but feeling the latent power in the bird's body after absorbing this other shot he immediately wanted to feel this next growth spurt. As he clung onto the Crow's chest as he felt them tense up his face pressed up against his pecs feeling them blimp out slightly with poweras the rest of their chest followed!
Sal's body gorged itself on the energy, putting every drop of it to use as it began pumping him up. His slablike chest pushed out the hyena's hand, swelling from toned and muscular to massive and meaty, overhanging his sculpting abs, lines solidifying into a six pack. Sal eagerly flexed his whole body, tongue hanging out as he pushed his arms higher, figuring caught between a rising peak and an iron hammer as his bicep reached his forearm and didn't pay any mind to the stone in between them, gray dust falling over shiny black feathers as he broke it.
"FFFUCK yes..." Sal moaned in a deepening voice as he approached Baritone
The self-proclaimed scientist couldn't care less about research at this point. Muzzle wedged between the heavy pecs as his legs were pulled off the ground by the massive bird's growth, he propped them around the crow’s waist as he felt both of Sal's arms flex in their bliss of growth. The hyena felt the rock hard abs push out against his entire torso as he felt a sprinkle of sand fall against his right arm from the stone statue his arms grinded down as fine as a mortar and pestle could. Owen could feel the heat emanating from Sal’s body accompanying this intense growth, as he took a deep breath and smelling the deep, masculine crow's scent...
He never wanted to leave.
Sal felt his feathers ruffle as the little hyena huffed his body like some kind of new drug, smiling to himself as he saw how far the yeen's head disappeared into his studly new bod. He gave himself a test sniff, wondering what the kitty was enjoying and grinned to himself as he ruffled a mist of sweat off his body.
He smelled fantastic. A thick, woodsy, spicy scent coming from every pore on his body. Like cinnamon and mastic gum. Like the one fresh baked good in the middle of an untouched Canadian forest. But with a sharp, downright magnificent undertone that Sal could only describe as 'pure manliness.'
Maybe his scientist friend would know better what it was if he didn't get addicted.
Owen’s response came in the form of his muzzle digging slightly deeper into his pecs with a drunken, muffled appreciative mumble as his arms rubbed the underside of the heavy muscular pillows. The bird’s new existence was definitely a dangerous concoction, the hunky crow's voice made his entire chest rumble like a resonance chamber that forced the hyena to shiver in reply, content in just clinging snugly to his roomie's new thick, heavy muscular body~
Sal wondered if he just had a hanger on now. Well, judging by their relative sizes, he was about eight feet tall, and the hyena felt almost weightless! Might as well let the little twerp take his reward. Sal flexed his pecs as lightly as possible, pressing on the sides of the hyena's head with enough force to stabilize him and enough soft feathers not to hurt him as he stepped through the house.
"Well, I suppose you did do me enough of a favor I can let you enjoy yourself~" Sal teased as he started to pick up, a routine chore as good a method as any to acclimate himself to his gangly and DANGEROUSLY strong new body.
He even made a point to pry away the growth ray, lest the hyena be a little too tempted. Owen resisted, of course, but losing that battle was just the unavoidable consequence of making your roomie dozens of times stronger than you are.
"I'll even clean up the house for you~" Sal's new baritone was lyrical, and he was in danger of becoming the kind of person who loved to hear himself talk. "So just sit tight. Although I gotta say..."
Sal flexed just the tiniest bit harder, teasing the yeen.
"I'm surprised you're not more eager to see what my pants are hiding now."
Sal's pants were troopers, almost literally. The military surplus camo pants -had- been built to survive active warfare, and to be worn by a much larger man for that matter. Now that they were being worn by a much, much larger man, they struggled to hold on as the bird cleaned the house like a whirling dervish, stepping smoothly and quickly from disaster to disaster.
Sal only relieved them of duty when the living room looked semi-presentable again, flopping down on what -had- been a comically oversized napping couch, and was now more of an 'appropriately sized loveseat'.
He plopped the hyena next to him, confiscating his cleavage at last.
The hyena deserved to see his handywork.
The bird disrobed slowly, peeling off the snapped leather belt around his enormous waist, and undoing the button in back that kept the pants on by clinging to his stiff tailfeathers and bubble butt.
He gasped as he started to remove his pants. He was only a couple inches down, but he could already see just by the base.
His dick was as thick as a soda can.
The lust drunk hyena moaned and squeaked with every bump, blushing deeply as he felt the bulge up against him, between two massive pillars of muscle, only to be sat down next to it and given a proper greeting. His eyes grew wide as he heard the blackbird gasp, having pulled their pants down slightly made a monster bulge out slightly. Already it was so thick and it seemed like both were about to find out just how well endowed the crow really was. "W-Wait... L-Let... me..." he slipped off the seat, kneeling between Sal's legs and hugging their legs looking up to the crow's face through a frame of enormous pecs.
The bird just rolled his eyes as his roommate... pet? Pet. As his pet got into worship position. The little brat sure was eager. Sal just kept on as he was, slowly revealing his cock, savoring every inch of jet black flesh. He revealed another two inches. And another. And again and again before finally reaching the head, thick black foreskin struggling to contain the massive glans.
With a grunt, Sal flopped out entirely, leaving his massive fourteen inch monster to flop over onto the face of his hyena pet.
Sal spread his legs and let out a sigh, it really did feel better not to be so constrained, he palmed his balls, a pair of fluffy, ultra taut baseballs that were already groaning with need now that they weren't quite so pressed.
Owen held his breath as Sal tugged their pants down his eyes glinting at the sight of Sal's cock only growing longer and longer. His hands gripped at the sides of the crow's pants gently as he pulled down with them, that spring loaded obsidian tower bouncing out and hitting his cheek, he could barely hold that blunt weapon in one hand as that deep groan Sal uttered got his heartbeat racing...
Sal sinking into his seat was unexpected as whatever gap was between the hyena's face, and those massive lemon-sized orbs got closed in a flash. The hyena gasping while recieving a face full of feathered sack. That raw, evergreen forest scent commanding him to sink his face deeper as Sal's half mast nightstick rested comfortably on the hyena's shoulder.
Sal closed his eyes and smirked, letting his heartbeat throb against the little hyena through his cock. He -could- just relax like this for a couple hours, enjoy feeling like himself finally. But, then, that would leave a little goblin to take the lead, when he was clearly so much better suited for the role. "Hey, ya wanna see a cool trick?" Sal asked.
Then, without waiting for an answer, he took a deep breath and his cock ROCKETED to full hardness, becoming like steel in a second, sliding across Owen's fluffy face and flicking his ears as the jet black obelisk really started to throb. "Back in highschool I did some meditations, learned how to really -control- my erection. At the time I thought 'pushing past full mast' might make me a little bigger now though, I suspect being able to hold back will prevent me from breaking things... and people."
Owen finally had a taste of his own medicine, of pushing odd experiments onto people when they least expected. Though with this example, the hyena might've gotten the wrong idea cause this definitely was a gift to him, even though getting batted by that heavy nightstick did stun him, he immediately grabbed it with both hands, marvelling at how *heavy* this thing was. "Please just break me with it..." the hyena mumbled, hearing Sal's explanation pulling back the foreskin to reveal that slightly lighter tip hidden within. Sal probably knew it, since both of them at least shared the taste in larger men in these situations, the unusually calm behaviour this gremlin had was betrayed by the hyena's heartbeat hammering away, and perhaps a voice whispering at the very back of his head reminding him that this was his roommate and one wrong move could definitely make the hulkified blackbird tie him into a pretzel.
"Hey now! Don't get ahead of yourself, I don't even know how strong I really am now," Sal kicked out a leg and flipped the coffee table in front of him into the far well from a small jerk. "I still don't want to be a murderer. You think you can handle all this cock and only break in the fun way..."
"You gotta prove it."
Sal leaned in, sharp beak coming very close to Owen's face, the bird's massive pecs pressing against his balls as his enormous body doubled over, iron abs as flexible as can be.
"Suck. If you can handle every drop of ONE of my loads I'll -consider- if you're stretchy enough for the real thing."
Owen swallowed, an activity he suspected he’d be doing again soon. He had definitely asked for this… although as he felt the last of his control slipping away, he wondered what he had unleashed.
And hoped it would leash him soon~
