Dominic leaned against the door frame, his body was shining from the light of the setting sun as he waited for Rannstra to open the door. He set his arm raised above his head to prop himself against it, his other, holding his reeking dufflebag, full of clothes he ruined from today’s practice. His white shorts left very little to the imagination, since he started his new “diet” and training regimen, his legs had completely filled out his shorts, and even more, to the point where

3 days later, Dominic found himself in an incredibly envious position, ramming Stella Rannstra’s ass with his “Clint-engorged” dick.

Stella, or Dr. Rannstra (or Professor Rannstra as she sometimes but lackadaisly and inconsistently corrected her students), was a hard, HARD smash. At 32 she had curves that females a decade younger would murder for. She had the typical femme-fatal professor look about her, glasses settled just below her line of sight (wh

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Dominic came back into the locker room after basketball practice. While he had worked up a sweat competing against members of his own team, it was already very evident that they can’t really stop him anymore.

Speaking of them, they came rushing down the steps after him just after their practice got done for the day. Before Dominic

Dominic looked into the mirror in the gym’s locker room. Before him he saw someone who would tower above anyone else he had ever met.

He was watching the last vestiges of Liam disappear from inside his stomach. His adventures with Liam were finally coming to an end. He had mixed thoughts.

On the one hand, it was at first hell for him trying to adjust to his new center of balance, the predator clothing had helped him, but not enough for hi

Liam’s POV

There wasn’t really anything that he could see right now.

He had only woken up, well, woken up might be the wrong term. Liam doesn’t really know what’s going on right now, only that it feels like hell.

Liam remembers drinking a lot the last night, playing some game with Dominic, and being carried into a room by him, after that, nothing much else.

But right now,

Clint had slept in Dominic’s bed while Dominic slept on the couch, Dominic had insisted on it, while Clint had insisted the other way around. Dominic thought he was being polite when Clint genuinely preferred the couch. If his apartment smelled awful, then his room was a biohazard zone. After the massive move that he made last night however, his mind was on other things, and he was too preoccupied to notice it much.

After getting up in the morning, Clint had notice

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Class ended up being agony for Dominic, as he was bored senseless and horny the whole fucking time. The whole breakfast that he shoved into his dick had done nothing but to make his head trail off into thoughts of the girls he sees around the gym all the time (most of which he didn’t know were trying to get his attention with the clothing they were wearing and the gestures towards him they were making) but he was hell bent on making It thro