A Short Visit (Commission for Blankdrgn)

TAGS: Hyper, Inflation/Expansion, Growth, Excessive Fluids, Bottomless

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Visiting Blank was always a bit of a road trip, given that he had to change his address to somewhere that could actually hold him without breaking apart at the seams. Ever since the small incident with the growth serum interacting rather poorly (or not, depending on one’s point of view) with his natural size and tendency for hyper-growth, the dragon had been unable to live inside regular houses, and instead had to rent out a large hangar to turn into his new domicile. The lynx recalled the many months spent living inside the place when it still wasn’t furnished properly, as most of the upholstery, cooking equipment and whatnot had to be custom-built for someone of Blank’s scale; the dragon was lucky that the hyper subsidies provided by the local city hall covered for most of his living expenses, or else the simple act of existing would’ve brought him to ruin.

The durg never let it get to him though; he faced every challenge with a smile on his face and a by-now characteristic sense of optimism that often bordered on the downright irrational. More than once, the lynx had to remind him that his whole life was going to be turned inside-out and he’d have to make some serious changes, and that his nonchalant, devil-may-care attitude towards the serum incident didn’t inspire a lot of confidence that he’d be able to live up to what he had to do. But it was hard to stay mad at the dragon, or even remotely upset; all it took were a few minutes of being next to him and it seemed as if all the bad things about the world just stopped mattering, and nothing but joy remained. It was infectious really, and Blank’s unfailing ability to see silver linings where there was only darkness was one of the reasons why Tim was making the drive over to their hangar. It had been… a rough few days, and the lynx needed someone big, warm and huggable to help scare the bad thoughts away and tell them everything was going to be fine, and if there was anyone on the planet that could do it, it was Blank.

The approach to the hangar itself was littered with signs left behind by the local authorities, warning people of the myriad of assorted dangers that came with the existence of a highly size-unstable hyper. Tim felt it was demeaning; Blank insisted that more signs should be up, as he knew better than anyone that people were absolutely right in assuming he might become even larger than he was already. He didn’t mind if it scared others off; the dragon knew for a fact that those who mattered wouldn’t care, and those who cared wouldn’t matter. It’s not like he didn’t have a healthy social circle who was more than happy to ignore the warnings and visit him anyway, so what was the harm in letting random strangers know that here be growing dragons? It even made for a convenient ice-breaker!

The hangar itself was built on the outskirts of an industrial lot, as far away from the city center as it could be while still technically belonging to the same jurisdiction; it used to belong to an aeronautics company that built components for aircraft and performed maintenance for high-paying private citizens until they inevitably went out of business due to lack of customers, leaving behind a small compound that had been mostly repurposed to fit Blank’s new lifestyle. The lot had a large wall built around it, given that the dragon occasionally liked leaving his “house” and didn’t necessarily wear clothes all the time, with many of the admin buildings having been emptied out and turned into improvised storage warehouses or large, walk-in freezers, while the main work hangar was fully repurposed into a living space. It looked immensely out of place compared to the rest of the industrial lot, but it was Blank’s home, and on more than one occasion he outright said it was the best one he ever had; most of it was paid for by the mayor’s office and he had more space than ever before, plus near-complete freedom on how to furnish it, so what was not to like? Besides, he could walk around his property naked and no one would be the wiser, a relief for someone of his size and girth.

The lynx parked their car outside the main gate, then walked up to ring the bell and waited for Blank to answer it. They could hear the dragon’s footsteps off in the distance, with the words “Coming, coming!” floating through the air as the ground rumbled softly each time his frame came down on it. Soon enough, the durg’s voice came through the intercom.

“Hello?”

“It’s me, Blank,” Tim replied, trying hard not to sigh as the reason why they were there crept back into their conscious mind, “thought I’d pay you a visit, and uh… had a couple of things I had to distract myself from. If you wouldn’t mind.”

“Oh dear, that’s not good!” the dragon hastily answered back, with a loud buzz indicating the gates had just been told to open, “Come on in, I’ll leave the door open and I’ll go make some tea!”

True to his word, after the main gates were slid open and Tim walked into the property itself, they saw the hangar doors were waiting for them to walk straight through them, an inviting sight on that warm summer’s day. Hoping that they could at least keep their minds away from the goings-on of their everyday life, Tim made their way slowly to where Blank was waiting for them, their mind trying to come up with how to bring up the real reason they were there. Would the dragon really appreciate it that the first time his friend came by in weeks was because they needed to just vanish into his pudge for a couple of hours, or would he see that as the affirmation of true friendship? Would he see it as taking advantage of his generosity, or just the way things were supposed to be? Tim knew for a fact that the latter options were far more likely, but still couldn’t shake the feeling that they were doing something eminently wrong; perhaps it was them feeling shitty that led to that conclusion, but that’s still what they felt deep down, and it made that visit far worse to endure than it should be. Sighing, the cat walked into the hangar, revealing Blank’s “home” for the first time in a while.

The dragon had certainly gotten busy with redecorating, though that much wasn’t surprising; given that their size was highly inconsistent and heavily dependent on their mood at any given time, it was important that he try and keep things somewhere where the risk of them being knocked off an elevated surface was minimal, doubly so given said elevation was usually several meters up. Blank himself normally hung around the nine-to-ten meter range at his smallest, and was often prone to random, if temporary growth spurts that brought him sizes so absurd he had to hunch over inside of his hangar home, or squeeze outside and sit out the burst until he came back down. And yet, despite the occasional damage to his property or risking having to sit in the rain, he kept the same degree of unbridled optimism he always had, to the point of making fun of himself for having such an “unruly” body.

Still, it would appear that he had decided to simply push everything off onto the walls of the hangar, leaving an enormous amount of empty space in the middle. A bed with a nightstand in one corner, his workspace in the one opposite with a computer the size of a standard server room, with a kitchen tucked away in yet another corner with its ceiling-high fridge-slash-icemaker and a cooking stove that was so colossal it could probably feed a whole army base just with a single one of its gigantic pots. Tim felt like a tiny doll walking into a regular house, where everything was comically oversized and utterly unfit for a body of their size, and it took a bit before their perspective adjusted to everything, doubly so given that Blank himself seemed to move around with almost unnatural ease.

Speaking of Blank, the last thing Tim saw before being engulfed by warm darkness was a black blur headed in their direction, followed by all outside sounds being muffled and their whole body being consumed by either a living pillow, a colossal, organic oven or, most likely, a very worried durg wanting to give his friend the biggest, tightest hug he could provide. That this ended up smushing Tim in between the dragon’s soft belly and what felt like some place that was less than wholesome didn’t seem to bother Blank, who just kept on making the hug tighter regardless of how much the lynx squirmed inside of it.

The cat knew that it was just a matter of time before they were released, and trying to get away from it would just make the hug last longer, but maybe if they moved around enough, they’d be able to let Blank know they could barely breathe in there. The only real way of escaping was letting the dragon’s affections run their course, and quite frankly, the lynx needed them; as much as it was hard to get a breath in, it was still a bearhug from the durg, and as soon as the cat got used to the suffocating, overbearing presence, it was actually quite nice. It allowed them to sink into the softness all around them, to let their mind wander and forget about all the things that led them there, as if the dragon’s physical body exuded existential calm and the ability to believe things would just be ok in the end. It was almost magical in a way, which, given his draconic nature, probably wouldn’t be that far off-mark.

The hug ended up lasting a grand total of ten minutes, by the end of which Tim was completely soaked in their own sweat and somehow several yards away from where they had come in, with Blank dropping them on his bed and taking a few steps back. There was an extremely worried look stamped on his face, enough for the lynx to feel bad about having burdened their friend like that… which only made it worse, as the feline’s own transparent thoughts only made the dragon sink deeper into his worry, moving forward and threatening to provide yet another loving chokehold before the cat raised both arms.

“What’s wrong?” Blank ended up asking,sitting on the ground and somehow still ending up far taller than his bed, “I haven’t seen you in a while, what’s happened?”

Those words stung harder than they should, given what Tim had been massacring themselves with, but they powered through them nonetheless and began to talk. Though the first few words came a lot harder than the ones after them, it got easier to explain the longer they spoke, until it felt as if a river was flowing from their mind directly out of their mouth; just keep talking, they thought to themselves, just keep talking and let everything out, and things would somehow end up fixing themselves. It was a long enough story that, before they were even halfway done with it, the lynx was on auto-pilot, no longer in control of their complaints and laments, Blank listening attentively with wide eyes and his hands over his mouth. The lynx laid it all out: the problems at his job and workplace, the lack of any actual work to do, the looming threat of unemployment and how it made everyone insufferable, the constant shouting matches between employees and management… and a million other different things they had to deal with on a daily basis, with nowhere else to run to and no way to hide from them; as much as the cat prided themselves on not getting involved in any in-house politicking, it had become impossible to completely avoid it, and the moment one put their foot in the water, it was dragged down into the depths, their body never to be seen again.

That’s how they felt, at least; the lynx was certain the reality was probably far simpler than that, and could be adequately explained by just having a sociologist draw up a chart, but for someone involved in it, it felt like an unending, vicious cycle of pain and suffering from which escape was impossible… hence why they took their day off and drove all the way to see Blank, hoping the dragon would be able to give them something else to think about and occupy their time with. The cat was even forthright in regards to their expectations, figuring it was best for the durg to know why he had been visited… and, to absolutely no one’s surprise, said durg’s reaction was to simply nod along and agree.

Tim didn’t deserve a friend like that, they were sure of it.

“Not a shred of worry while you’re in this house!” Blank declared, turning around and heading for the teapot he already had prepared, “We’re going to sit down, we’re gonna have some nice tea, and we’re going to focus on nice things! Don’t make me hug you again!”

That was as much of a threat as it was a reminder that his love was genuine, and that was something that even Tim had to admit was just too much not to smile at. They had to admire the dragon’s ability to remain cheerful even when it was absolutely not the time for it to happen, but they ended up doing so with such genuine honesty that it circled back to being endearing. Plus, telling someone they were getting a hug wasn’t necessarily a punishment as much as it was the polite fiction that it was one; much as Blank’s body was what it was, the dragon didn’t like to bring too much attention to it.

The durg had always been large, owing to his hyper nature, but he had also been around the right size to be able to fit into regular rooms, assuming either a double-door or an extra-wide regular one. There were plenty of issues with leakage and the occasional smothering, but nothing too big; it was only after they took an experimental growth serum, courtesy of a study they were participating in, that things truly went out of hand, with their “baseline” becoming so terrifyingly massive that the hangar they were in became a necessity. Not just that, but their growth spurts, in addition to being enormous, were also entirely random; as far as either of them knew, Blank could very well start growing in the middle of their conversation, and there wouldn’t be a single thing that either of them could do about it.

Not that his current size wasn’t… alluring. It was hard to ignore, given what was on full display, and if not for Tim’s own worries and concerns, they would absolutely be flirting with the dragon as hard as they could; flustering Blank was always good fun, for despite the fact that he was carrying a package large enough that it scraped against the ground and a tail so fat and long that it could probably circle the whole hangar if he didn’t keep it coiled up, the dragon was surprisingly bashful when it came to discussing his proportions. It was part of his nature, which contrasted quite hilariously with how overblown his body was like, and made even better by the fact that he was highly responsive to compliments; all one had to do was start poking fun at how big he was for him to grow bigger still, and it didn’t take a lot of effort to have him fill out most of the hangar, if only one was ready to commit to being smushed against one of its walls.

In fact, that sounded like a delightful idea to Tim, the best way for them to forget about their worries and enjoy some much-needed rest and relaxation; nothing better than to sit down and tease Blank until they were as red as a tomato and as enormous as his own house, then keep on teasing until the outer walls of his property were no longer enough to hide him. This put a smile on the cat’s face, and not a good one; it was the sort of smirk that showed up whenever the lynx had a particularly nasty plan brewing in their head, and Blank knew them well enough that, by the time he turned around to place the teapot on the table and spotted his friend’s face, he immediately began to shake his head.

“No, no, no, whatever it is you’re thinking, no!” he insisted, walking over to his bed and placing both hands on his surprisingly wide hips, only making his body jiggle harder, “The last time I saw you smile like this we ended up having to pay reparations and the sewers were clogged for weeks, I am not going to help you this time around!”

“Oh, I don’t need you to help me,” Tim replied, only smiling wider, “I have everything I need right here!”

The lynx gestured widely all around them, with Blank’s eyes narrowing as the dragon tried to make sense of what that comment meant. He must’ve figured that it was better to just let it go and carry on as if it didn’t happen, seeing as he then picked up his friend carefully with one hand and then placed him on top of his dinner table, which was big enough that the lynx could comfortably sit on it without it so much as tipping. Even better, the durg had a small-scale set of cups for visitors, so that was nice.

What followed was the typical game the two of them played whenever the lynx decided it was time to make the dragon feel all flustered, hot and bothered, or any such other lewd way. Silence was all that was needed… at first; Blank knew Tim far too well to believe that them not talking was anything other than a trap of sorts, but still hadn’t figured out the best way to break through the trap being sprung, leading to an escalating confrontation that grew in intensity until it reached a boiling point and kept on climbing past it, with none of it spilling onto the outside world except through intense stares and the occasional loud sip. The two of them knew that Blank would be the first to break, but went through the whole process regardless; the whole point was to see how long it took for the durg to start blushing, or if they had finally uncovered the secret behind the lynx’s ability to turn them on regardless of the circumstances they were in. It made little sense for it to happen after such an emotionally-charged episode, but then again, the feline was never one to beat around the bush when it came to enjoying themselves; the dragon would be worried if his guest didn’t try to at least make a single pass at him, as inadequate as it may be.

But no such pass came to pass. In fact, Tim was more than happy to sip on their teacup in silence, occasionally glancing upwards to give their generous host a warm, wide smile, or perhaps a tiny wink to let him know that they were still playing their little game. It was part of a brand new strategy they were employing, whereby they did precisely nothing special and waited for the durg to break themselves upon the very altar of their demise. It was only a matter of time until it happened; Blank was far too bashful a person not to see that silence as anything less than absolute torture, too embarrassed by his own size and attributes not to immediately feel self-conscious about them. And as much as Tim felt bad for preying on that, the lynx also knew for a fact that, as much as it made Blank uncomfortable to be in this position, they did genuinely enjoy it when others poked and prodded at their body, both metaphorically and not; after all, the whole reason why there were walls around the property at all was precisely because he liked walking around without any sort of clothes on, and considering that his nuts, even at their smallest, were already so massive that he had to smush them behind his legs just to be able to walk, that was a lot of meat on full display. No, as much as the durg liked to pretend otherwise, he wasn’t the innocent little dragon boy who barely understood what being sexy was; what he was, in truth, was an incredibly bashful tease who enjoyed having others top him.

And they both knew that. Which is why Blank was so nervous about the tiny cat next to him, despite the size difference.

“So hum…” he attempted to stir up conversation, “l-like your tea? Is it good, do you need more sweetener?”

“Oh no, it’s perfectly fine, thank you,” Tim replied politely, “any sweeter and I’d have you in here instead of tea!”

It was a simple statement, nothing too special, and yet immediately Blank had to stifle a squeak when his innate inability to deal with even the slightest of compliments began to flare up. He was lucky that he wasn’t drinking anything at the time, or else there might’ve been a lot of spillage after the inevitable spit take; instead, he placed his teacup down with shaky hands and began scratching the back of his head, trying oh so hard to pretend like he wasn’t completely losing control of the situation. He knew that he should shut up, that any word he gave the cat would do nothing but further contribute to his downfall… but in a way, he wanted to hear what Tim had to say. Not to mention, after they came around to his house in order to be with a close friend, wouldn’t it be his job as the generous host to give them anything they needed to feel better? Even more so considering the two of them were friends; could he really deny the lynx something that they needed to get their minds off the terrible goings-on at their workplace?

Such thoughts swam around in Blank’s head as a means for him to rationalize away what was, in essence, a deep desire to keep hearing what the cat had to say about him, to accept the teasing and roll with it until something unexpected happened. Not that the dragon would ever admit this to himself, of course; as far as he cared, his intentions were nothing if not noble and chaste, possessed only of the most humble of motivations and not at all anchored in a desire to be loved by someone who knew just how to push his buttons in all the right ways. It was an interesting state of mind to be in, but one that the durg had plenty of experience with; one didn’t simply exist on that scale without becoming very good at mental gymnastics.

“So hum, uh, I mean,” he attempted to speak up again, legitimately trying to be careful with his word choice, “anything else you’d like to bring up?”

“I dunno, I don’t think I need to,” Tim answered, almost immediately making the dragon regret what he said, “pretty sure it’s about to come up any second now.”

Indeed it was, and indeed it smashed into the bottom of the table, almost tipping over the teapot and sending large sprinkles of sweet tea flying out of both their cups, with Tim smiling widely as they sat back down properly after nearly being thrown off the wooden surface. There was something below him, a monstrous thing that had suddenly impacted the table, something that was loud enough that they could both hear it thumping and throbbing with each of the dragon’s also-audible heartbeats. The gurgling commenced shortly after that, with the occasional droplets soon turning into splashes as the throbbing was superseded by the conspicuous noise of something clenching extremely tightly followed by the churning of some unidentified liquid. Tim, being the sort of person to quite enjoy playing with their food, continued to act as if nothing special was going on, even after their host had to move both his hands beneath the table just to keep it from lifting off; an unfortunate side-effect of being as large as he was, really, considering that, try as he might, Blank could never get his cock not to go wild at the slightest sign that it might get some usage, and even at its smallest, well… suffice it to say that if the lynx were to look backwards, they’d see something big and juicy emerging from the other side of the table, ready and waiting for them to hop onto it.

But Tim had more class than that, or, to be more precise, they appreciated a fine course of teasing a lot more than they did simple sex or rubbing themselves on a shaft bigger than their whole body; as such, they carried on sipping from their teacup, looking up at the dragon and half-expecting him to just act as if things were fine as they were as well. After all, the cat hadn’t done anything special; all they’d done was answer Blank’s questions, and if anything happened because of it, then could they really be held accountable for it? If anything, it was entirely on the dragon if his body reacted the way it did, because Tim certainly hadn’t done anything at all. How could mere words have such a drastic effect? Utter nonsense, really.

Meanwhile, beneath their table, poor Blank was having a hard time keeping himself under control. Whenever their interest was peaked and their buttons pushed like that, he always, invariably ended up destroying something. Whether it be a chair, part of his furniture, even a wall, something had to give and something had to budge, and it looked as if his seat was going to be that day’s sacrifice. With him already having trouble keeping his nuts from overflowing around his legs, he never really had a lot of room to sit down properly, and thus had to spend quite a bit of time squishing those cum factories of his into a comfortable position; now that they were primed and told to start producing, however, they would very quickly bloat up and overpower the comparatively spindly chair they were pressing up against… but that was fine, because by the time they did that, they’d most likely be big enough that the durg could just on them anyway. Not that this wouldn’t cause so much flooding from the pressure that the hangar would be completely coated in his spunk, but at least Blank wouldn’t have to sit on the cold (soon to be warm and fluid-covered) floor.

It was only a matter of time before the proverbial dam broke, and as soon as that happened, everything would end up going to the seven hells and never turning back; Tim, being Tim, both knew this and fully expected it to happen, simultaneously being more than happy to help bring it about as best as they could… but they were still playing their game, and the cat was still intent on pursuing their strategy of doing “nothing”, all while Blank slowly built the very weapons that would be used to topple him. The durg was aware of this as well, but given the way that the lynx was acting, there were few options for him to choose from; the one thing that he could do to make it all stop was to send the feline off on their merry way back home, and not only would that be extremely rude to a guest and a friend, but ultimately, the dragon didn’t want it to happen. He hadn’t exactly planned to be teased to the point of immobility that day, but he didn’t have anything else on the schedule either, so why not go ahead and enjoy himself for once? Besides, it made Tim happy, and absolutely did not press his own, already-amply-pushed buttons so hard he felt his knees growing weak, absolutely not.

But what to say? Part of the game was not making it too easy, to feign an illusion of difficulty that could then be duly ignored by the other player. It wasn’t a rule so much as a courtesy; both of them knew where the exercise was going, but playing along made it so much better for them that they couldn’t fathom the mere idea of rushing through. Tim got to get their mind off work, Blank got to be teased, and the two of them enjoyed themselves in their own way; the cat was already sporting a hardened bulge of their own, as much as they tried to hide it by crossing their legs weirdly.

“S-So,” Blank mumbled again, “w-what’s been up with you?”

Tim stopped sipping, but kept their mouth where it was, rolling their eyes upwards to face Blank’s. There was a deep disappointment in that expression, as if the dragon’s inability to come up with anything different had genuinely offended the cat in some way, leaving the durg scrambling to find something else better to say that wouldn’t rely on a tired pun… but with his rod already big enough to cover most of his own torso, now that it was fully turgid, and a pair of hyperproductive nuts that seemed intent on not only serving as the world’s most comfortable beanbags but also riding up his back, Blank was left without a lot of inspiration to really think of anything. In fact, the more he waited, the closer he got to the point where he truly just wanted to give up and ask Tim to stop pretending like they weren’t trying to rile him up; hopefully then, they could get something done.

But the cat remained impassive, immovable, though the slight smirk on the edge of their lips gave away how much they were enjoying the show, even after the table they were on began to be lifted into the air and their whole body slid downwards towards a very sensitive area on the dragon’s body. They seemed intent on finishing their drink, even if they barely had enough time to do so before landing squarely on top of Blank’s cock, straddling it with open legs and very slowly hugging the giant’s belly as soon as they got the opportunity for it… but not anything more. Even after the last vestiges of decency had been cast aside, the lynx seemed intent on not taking the first step, and that left Blank in such a (literally) tight spot that he was starting to run out of options.

“Tim, please…” he moaned, his eyes pleading with his guest.

“Please what? I’m just hugging a good friend!” the cat replied, seemingly sincerely, prompting a loud, earth-shaking rumble from the cum factories pushing them both up from below, as the poor durg had to hide his face to keep the embarrassment from showing too much, “I mean, if you’d like me to do something, you just need to ask!”

Oh, he’d like to ask alright. Blank would love to say a whole lot of things that left him unable to talk just by thinking about them, but alas, he just wasn’t built for those sorts of things. He loved being on the receiving end, and indeed thrived under those circumstances, but actually going on the offensive? Verbalizing the many wants and desires swimming around inside that lewd little head of his that he insisted was perfectly innocent and had nothing but wholesome thoughts? That much was impossible… though his body was more than happy to pick up the slack and proudly display to the world how aroused the durg truly was. By that point in the conversation, each of his nuts was about as big as Blank himself, with their combined girth serving as a warm, throbbing, pulsating, clenching and loudly sloshing bed-cum-chair for the dragon to sit upon; his shaft, meanwhile, was already longer than its owner was tall, and judging by how hard the vein underneath it was bulging out, that probably wasn’t pre leaking out from its tip. It wouldn’t be the first time the dragon was teased into a pseudo-orgasm, with the pressure being so much that his physical form couldn’t withstand it, but it never got any easier for him, especially whenever he had anyone actively working him over like that cat was; as much as Tim refused to say anything or do anything special, they weren’t holding still, just very slowly gyrating their hips to try and get as much of a rise out of the durg as possible.

“In fact, you look so pent up… have you been getting any rest lately?” the lynx carried on, squishing the pudge their hands were holding onto even harder, “Have you been draining properly? You know how you get when you don’t use the bathroom to empty out every once in a while, you always get so stuffed!”

There it was. The magic words that let Blank know that his doom had come, and that the cat was now on the offensive themselves. Not that they needed to do much to fluster their host; hell, just those words alone were more than enough to send the dragon into a fit of terrifyingly bashful squeaking while his hands scrunched up his muzzle just to stop the blush from showing, shaking his head from side to side as if that would do him any good. Down below, those nuts just kept bloating up, bringing the two of them closer to the ceiling… and leaving the dragon an even bigger mess as the cum around them accumulated to greater heights as well.

“I mean, if you needed some help, all you had to do was ask!” Tim prodded him further, chuckling as they did so, “You shouldn’t have to wait for me to show up every once in a while just so you can have a good time, all you need is to pick up the phone and tell your good friend Tim you need someone to come tease you so you can empty out these big, fat, heavy nuts of yours!”

“Oh my god stop no! No!” Blank managed to sputter out, “Please no, god, no, stop, please!”

It wasn’t sincere. Or rather, the dragon did genuinely want it to stop, but not necessarily because he wasn’t enjoying it; he had just got done painting the inside of the hangar and he did not need to give it a fresh coat so soon after the last one.

“Why, should I be talking about your cock instead?”

Final words were spoken. With a colossal spurt in size and an equally sizeable shockwave barrelling through his whole body, Blank somehow managed to hit a wall and reach release purely on those words alone; the ensuing blast of cum was strong enough that it slammed into the side of the hangar, left a dent, and still had enough strength left in it to fly back and ricochet onto both himself and Tim. This went on for the customary five or so minutes, after which both of them were covered head to toe in the thick, musky substance, and the durg was all-but defeated, his muscles having gone limp, and his nuts… somehow still inflating with their deranged productivity. It was one of the few curses he was saddled with, sadly enough; no matter how hard he came the first time around, it was never enough. And neither was the second one… or the third, for that matter. By the time he was truly finished, the two of them would have to spend a whole day or so cleaning the whole place out with pressurized hoses.

But that was fine.

After all, he had Tim there with him.