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Hero Worship

Part 2: Tailored Treatment

Sneak Peek

Andy gave a light groan as he stirred the next morning. At first he was going to get up, but then he felt the warmth of other people. The night came flooding back to him, the helion giving a deep, lusty purr as his hand rubbed against a round ass. He could almost cup both of the little shorty’s cheeks. He noticed that there were a duo of heads on his chest, each using his pecs as a pillow as his other arm wrapped around one. Andy looked down to see the coon and kobold from the prior night sleeping soundly on his chest. He shifted his legs only to feel arms wrap around them tighter to use them as body pillows, his abdominals the pillows for fox and a lynx he didn’t quite remember. Both women were snuggled up to his sides, their pussies a matted mess of their shared pleasure.

His bicep was occupied by the roo that had giving him a nice tongue lashing in his pit the night prior, and the dragon that loved on his feet was curled up next to his soles not far from the bath. The orgy died down into a cuddle puddle and everyone fell asleep, exhausted from pleasing their hero.

“God, it’s good to be home,” Andy murred, but then cocked a brow, speaking softly, yet loud enough for his voice to carry. “Babe?”

The sudden slapping of feet approaching filled the air as Tomac came into view. The Lost’s white fur and black stripes were matted with dried cum and his hair was a mess. The Hrothgar’s dark ruby eyes glinted as he smiled down at his man, his morning wood swinging between his legs.

“Happy to see me?” Andy chuckled.

“Always,” Tomac smirked. “Though, I can’t imagine you’re body is going to be happy after sleeping on stone the entire night.”

“I actually don’t mind,” Andy admitted. “The living blankets are nice.”

“Come on, big guy,” Tomac rolled his eyes. “Let’s get you cleaned up. There’s something I want to show you.”

“Oh, someone going to polish my morning wood?” Andy started to gently and respectfully remove his clingers. Some stirred and got up, walking crooked and limping their way out of the baths as Andy followed his man to a freshly drawn pool to clean up. Andy rumbled in pleasure with how their footsteps were so different. Tomac’s little pitter patters would be considered big if it weren’t for Andy’s massive stompers slapping the ground and making it shudder. Andy gave a big yawn, rubbing his eyes as he nestled into a new bath to clean off the orgy from last night.

The water sloshed around him violently, his massive body displacing so much it caused a wave to go out from the pool. A couple people offered to join, but Andy waived them off.

“Plenty of me to go around tonight,” Andy dismissed the thirsty onlookers. “I’m spending some time with my man right now.”

Tomac came back with a pitcher and a cloth. The Lost went to work lathering up his man, his fingers working out cum, sweat, and matted drool from the night before. Tomac lifted the rag and cleaned his man, Andy giving a deep murr as the warm sensation of pleasure tingled wherever Tomac went.

“That feels amazing babe,” Andy purred.

“You seriously haven’t noticed yet, have you,” Tomac asked.

“Noticed what?” Andy blinked the sleep out of his eyes and looked at his man before cocking a brow. “You do look different. Did you…um…do something with your hair?”

“My goodness,” Tomac chuckled. “You truly are hopeless sometimes.”

“What can I say,” Andy stopped Tomac from scrubbing his pits to grip his muzzle and move him in for a kiss. “I only really give a shit about one thing, babe, and that’s you.”

Andy kissed his man, his tongue lulling into the smaller man’s maw before smacking the back of his throat. Tomac gave a little gag before adjusting, but when Andy felt he still had more tongue to give he pulled back and blinked.

“Wait, did you shrink?” Andy put his hand on his man’s chest, the massive mitt able to easily cover the width of his man’s pecs and tweak both of his dark nipples with one hand.

“My god, babe, you grew,” Tomac chuckled before slapping his man’s hand away from his nipples. “Can you focus for five seconds?”

“Sorry babe,” Andy had a cocky grin on his muzzle. “You’re very distracting.”

Andy gave a sexy growl, bouncing his brows, but then what Tomac said sank in.

“Wait, you think I grew?” Andy cocked his head before lifting his arm and flexing his bicep. “I mean, I know I’m pumped, but do you really think so?”

“Seriously?” Tomac shook his head. “You don’t notice it?”

“I mean, everything looks…smaller? I don’t know. Everything seemed small before,” Andy leaned back, his arms resting on the nape of the bath.

“Well, isn’t this bath a lot smaller to you? You couldn’t reach the other side of it before, right?”

“I mean, I pinned some guys to the other side the other night,” Andy shrugged. “My legs must be long enough. “I don’t mean to be difficult hun, but do you honestly think that I’m growing?”

“Yeah, I do,” Tomac insisted, putting the cloth back to skin and cleaning his man’s pecs. “Don’t you feel it when I touch you?”

“I mean, yeah,” Andy bounced his pecs before lifting his arms into a double bicep pose. “It’s electric babe.”

“Yeah, but I saw it last night, happening in real time,” Tomac pursed his lips. “I was hoping that if I worshiped you, I could see it again.”

“I mean, worship away babe, something’s growing for you,” Andy chuckled as his cock rose out of the water, the head dripping pre. “I mean, if you want to take care of that while you’re at it, I wouldn’t mind.”

Andy put his hands behind his head, but then he felt something shoot through him. It had been building since the moment Tomac started touching him, or maybe it was building up all night and this was the final push he needed, but it was like a small orgasm in his chest. It bloomed out over his body, his pecs flexing, his abs crunching, his obliques rumbling as they swelled and became more defined. The striations of muscle on his pecks rippled over his massive muscle tits. His biceps flexed a hair higher, his back rode up against the edge of the pool and his feet spread further apart as his thighs crunched.

It was minimal, almost imperceptible unless you were looking for it, but they both were. Neither could deny what they had just seen, and yet neither of them wanted to say anything, fearing the growth would stop if they noticed.

Andy’s feet flexed, his toe claws extending out further until they were touching the far end of the pool. His calves flexed, his lats spread, his back muscles ground against each other, and his neck twitched wider. Andy could really feel the growth as it rolled over his muzzle, the way his teeth shifted slightly and then instantly solidified in place, his jaw getting a hair wider, his muzzle more cut, his head rising just a bit higher.

Then the pleasure faded into a warm buzz. An afterglow that his body bathed in, relishing in its own greatness as Andy and Tomac looked on surprised.

“H-Holy shit,” Andy gasped.

“I fucking told you!” Tomac said it more as an affirmation to himself than to say Andy was wrong. “See! You grew!”

“Oh fuck,” Andy brought his hand to his own bicep, feeling it as he flexed. The power was there, it wasn’t just for show or some illusion. This was real. “How the hells do you think that happened?”

“I’m not sure,” Tomac shook his head. “I mean, maybe something happened when you defeated the Dominus Dragon?”

“I mean, he did kind of crumble to dust,” the helion was feeling himself up, reveling in his size and greatness. “I got a lungful or two, but I doubt that was the case.”

“I mean, you did grow a lot while you were gone,” Tomac looked his man up and down. “You were, what, eight feet tall when you defeated the drake?”

“Yeah, somewhere around that,” Andy nodded. “I thought it was my training, but now that you mention it, growing two feed in five years is kind of a lot unless you’re going through puberty. And as you can know, these balls dropped ages ago.”

“Do…Do you think you’re just built this way?” Andy asked. “Kind of like an innate ability that some mages have?”

“I know as much as you do babe,” Andy took a deep breath before his expression soured a bit.

“What’s wrong?” Tomac asked.

“I mean…I know it’s kind of silly to be sad about, but we should probably put these orgies on hold until we get a better idea of what really triggers this.”

“I guess,” Tomac crossed his arms. “I mean, do you really want to?”

“Wouldn’t that be the responsible thing to do?” Andy cocked a brow. “Wouldn’t we want to find, I don’t know, a cure or something? Maybe some way to hold back the growth so I don’t just keep growing.”

“I mean…we should really be cautious,” Tomac started before looking his man in the eye. “But would it really be so bad to be bigger?”

“I…hmm…” Andy paused and thought on that.

“You’re the hero of the world for fuck's sake,” Tomac shrugged. “We can stand to have more of you in it, right?”

Andy wouldn’t admit it, but he knew what his little man was doing. He wanted to see him grow as much as he wanted to grow. The little Lost was a slut for his mate’s size, and Andy knew it. Though, deep down, as knew and as strange as this was, a not-so-entirely-innocent thought came up.

Why should he stop?

“I mean, you really think we shouldn’t worry about it?” Andy scratched the back of his head. “I mean, I love being the biggest fucking guy anyone’s ever fucked, but…”

“Hey, how about this,” Tomac came over and straddled his man’s lap, Andy’s massive bitch breaker pressing between his mate’s cheeks as the little Lost nuzzled up to his man. “We monitor it, ya know? Keep an eye on it to see if it gets out of hand. And…I mean…maybe we look for a way to stop it tomorrow or something. Today, you could be a little selfish and just enjoy it for a bit, right?”

“I mean…” Andy’s hands came down to pull his little man into his arms. “I guess I do deserve it, right? If anyone deserves this, it’s me, right? I saved the fucking world. I should be allowed to indulge in something like this for a bit.”

“Just a bit longer and we can see if it just goes away on its own,” Tomac nuzzled his man’s nose. “Maybe stay clear of the orgies for a minute until we know more.”

“You know you’re going to have to work double time to keep me satisfied then,” Andy rumbled, a sexy grin pulling at his lips.

“You think I’m not up to the challenge big guy?”

“If anyone can satisfy this growing giant, it would be my mate.”

The two decided to withhold their reservations about the growth for now, at least until they indulged in it a bit longer. They would both be lying if they said they weren’t excited to see Andy’s growth, but there was an elephant in the room they were tiptoeing around. One very reasonable question they both refused to acknowledge.

If Andy had been growing for the past five years…

…was there a limit to how big he could get?

***

The bustling streets of the city square were always rife with commerce and people peddling their wares. Fresh baked bread wafted from sweltering bakeries to lure in people with their noses. Farmers set up tents and stalls to sell their produce. Merchants from all corners of the map brought rarities and antiquities that were feasts for the eyes.

“Here you go kids!” Jack, a rhino man, gave some small kids shaved ice, the colored syrups staining the ice bright pink, purples, yellows, and greens. He had a beaming smile as he handed off the ice. These little ones were always so afraid of the big rhino until they heard him speak and offer them something sweet. Then their fearful expressions would melt into elated joy as they cooled off with the frosty dessert.

“Hey, can I get one of those?”

Jack felt that voice more than he heard it. It rumbled as a powerful claw tapped him on the shoulder. The man turned to see a beast, a towering tall man that made even the rhino feel like a kid in his presence. Even standing at seven feet tall, Jack barely made it to the Helion’s massive pecs. The brown beast was clad in an old fashioned toga, the flowing linens barely hiding his form as he loomed, a golden clasp holding the fabric over his shoulder while exposing half of his chest. Then their eyes met and he saw the face that was plastered on flyers all around town.

“Oh gods! It’s the Hero—smmm,” Jack was silenced as a smaller Hrothgar put his hand over his mouth. This one was white with black stripes, his eyes black as night with red irises.

“Trying not to draw a crowd,” Tomac had a finger over his mouth as he spoke. “Well…trying.”

Jack and Tomac looked over to Andy who had a small crowd trailing behind him, all looking at him with adoration and wanting to see what the hero was going to do on his day out of the palace.

“I see, sorry mister…uh…”

“Tomac,” the Lost nodded. “Andy’s mate.”

“Ah! I knew that!” Jack was nervous as he cranked his ice shaver to push out more snowy frost. “Two jumbo shaved ices coming right up!”

“Thanks, Tinny,” Andy smiled, leaning on the massive cart like it was a counter more than a traveling stall. “How much do we owe ya?”

“Oh, nothing!” Jack smiled, pouring layers of sugary syrup over the ice and shaved more on top. “Mister Andy and his mate Tomac can get all the shaved ice they want for free!”

“I mean, it’s really the king’s money,” Andy shrugged.

“Either way,” Jack handed them both the massive iced cones. They were the same size, but it looked like a frosty, multicolored globe next to Tomac, nearly as big as his head, but Andy’s looked like a normal cone like the kids had.

“Thanks, we’ll remember you…uh…” Andy was looking for a way of knowing the name of the guy.

“Jack! My name is Jack,” the rhino smiled. “And you knowing my name is more than payment enough.”

“Sweet,” Andy smiled, taking a big bite out of his cone and purring as he slurped the ice down slowly. Then suddenly he bared and snarled, smacking his forehead with his palm. “Ah, fuck, brain freeze.”

Tomac chuckled at his big goofball of a man as he took little nips of his shaved ice and guided them through the busy, winding, byways and streets. It was getting harder and harder to hide Andy from the crowds as kids shouted and people gasped. Andy wasn’t exactly built for stealth. He might as well have a team of barkers telling everyone to make way for Andy the Hero.

Andy indulged a couple kids at one point. He crouched down as low as he could go, getting down on his knees and flexing his arms for them.

“Hold on tight,” Andy smirked standing to his full height. The kids screamed in joy as their feet dangled above their parents. Some of the mothers were looking at the hero with wide eyes, their thighs rubbing together as they watched this beastly man easily hoist their kids on his biceps. A duo of kids straddled each arm while others hugged it and yet it was no more difficult for Andy to stand than if he were to have slung his ax over his shoulders.

Andy didn’t want to focus on it, but he could feel the eyes on him like healing waves that rolled over his skin. He had to keep it together from chubbing up in his toga, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t like the sensation. He could feel the hem of his toga rising higher up his shins, he could see his feet slowly creeping over more cobblestones with his steps, and his lats and arms were widening with his stance. It was minimal, but even Tomac was starting to notice.

Andy beamed as he slowly flexed his biceps up and down, the kids screaming in joy. The parents watched as their kid’s foot paws would rise ever so slightly higher, more of the sun gleaming in Andy’s mane as he stood proudly. Once he set the kids down a couple of women came over and asked if they could get a ride too.

“Sorry ladies,” Andy hoisted his man up, Tomac shouting in surprise as he was effortlessly man handled and put on the Helion’s powerful shoulder. “Just me and my man today, but I’ll be at the festival tonight. Come find me then.”

Shortly after the hero found the shaved ice stand and now they were onto bigger and better things.

“Where are we going again?” Andy asked. “I know you said where, I just don’t remember.”

“The tailor,” Tomac answered. “As sexy as you are in nothing but a bed sheet, I think we need something more fitting of Andy the Hero.”

Tomac also held off on letting the big helion know that, in the right light, the silhouette of his entire naked body would shine through. Andy was one unexpected downpour away from giving the onlookers everything they wanted. This sexy toga thing would work for now, but if they wanted to be out in society, they needed more than just a single sheet of cloth keeping the beastly man decent. Not to mention that Andy would only need to be in a mood and he’d be dropping panties all around town with the easy access he had with his toga. As much as the couple liked the idea, they thought removing the temptation to fuck everyone they came by was for the best.

At least until they knew more about this growth.

The bell to the tailor’s rang as Tomac entered, Andy having to dip down and was about to force himself in sideways when the store clerk stopped them.

“Oh! The royal attendant said you’d be here,” the female Au Ra behind the counter put her hands up. “Please, Mister Hero Sir, we have a place all set up for you in the back. Come around and we’ll have the studio doors opened for you.”

Andy cocked a brow but decided to comply. The two went around the building, a couple of employees keeping people from following Andy around. The big Helion could feel the absence of their gaze. His body stopped tingling as much, but something deep inside him kept warm, like there was still something there, that it was still being caressed by the crowd’s thoughts and adoration. He simply shook his head and followed the employees.

The back door to the tailor shop’s studio was a set of double barn doors for accepting shipments. Andy smiled as he looked at the door. It had to be at least twelve feet tall. He felt a sense of familiarity as though he were walking through a regular sized door again. Pride welled up in his chest at knowing these massive double doors were now the standard for him. Maybe he could get some installed at the smithy once they were done at the festival.

The tailor’s factory floor was cleared of machinery and tables, a large open space for Andy to stand. The employees brought him into the shop and guided him to the center of the room. Suddenly that feeling from the crowd came back, the feel of eyes on him, of thoughts worming their way under his skin and making his muscles itch. Andy looked about as a dozen employees were there to get a glimpse of the hero, but a white rabbit wearing a tall top hat, slacks, dress shirt, vest, and a pair of spectacles with various other lenses came to the front.

“It is an honor, Andy the Hero,” the rabbit was a tall and dignified man, about the same height as Tomac, and yet he still only came up to just above the Helion’s belly button. “My name is Ross, the royal semester.”

“Nice to meet you,” Andy cocked his head, leaning his hand against the catwalk for support.

“Yes,” Ross stood back up, adjusting a lens on his glasses to look Andy over. “It appears my usual specs won’t do the job and we’ll have to measure you the old fashioned way.”

“You hear that babe,” Andy nudged his man with his knee, the massive cap like a bowling ball against the small of Tomac’s back. “I’m too big for his specs to work.”

“Yeah, I heard,” Tomac stumbled forward a bit, and though he looked annoyed, the black and white Lost felt a shiver go down his spine.

“Shit, you okay babe?” Andy offered a hand. “I don’t know my own strength sometimes.”

“I’m fine,” Tomac turned and took his man’s hand, the massive Helion’s mitt able to eclipse his entire hand in his palm. A gentle stroke of Andy’s thumb showed that he was concerned, but Tomac gave his man’s fingers a squeeze to reassure him. They felt thicker and more dense then the hammer’s he worked with. He could only get a grip on three at a time.

“Truly a specimen,” Ross said with aw, pulling his spectacles off, his pink eyes almost glowing. “What is it that you’re looking for today? Something to wear to the king’s court? Or something for everyday use?”

“I…well,” Andy blushed a bit as he scratched the back of his head, his elbow smacking the catwalk and making the metal ring out. “Shit, I’m not sure. Clothes are just clothes for me. I spent most of my days in simple cloths that would stop my armor from chaffing.”

“I think we’ll need a new wardrobe for him,” Tomac stated. “From every day to special occasions.”

“So much to work with. Where to start?” Ross was completely transfixed on Andy, and yet those eyes weren’t looking at him, but what he could put over him. “You must be very proud of your musculature.”

“Oh yeah,” Andy pulled his arms up into a double bicep pose, his double peaks flexing high. “You think you can make me something that can show off these bad boys.”

“I think I can work with that,” Ross nodded before turning to his employees and clapping his hands. “Let’s get measurements! Let’s go! Hop to it! And you,” Ross spun back around to point at Andy. “Please, disrobe if you would.”

“Of course,” Andy smirked, gripping the golden clasp on his shoulder and undoing it.

“I was joking,” Ross put his hands up. “No need, we can get measurements around your clothing.”

“Too late,” Andy smiled, the metal clasp falling to the floor with a loud bang, the fabric coming undone shortly after and fluttering down like a sheet revealing a statue. The fabric slinked over Andy’s body, begging to stay on until the laws of gravity pulled it away to reveal Andy’s powerful form. “Was a little small for me anyway.”

Andy smiled proudly, putting his hands on his hips as he proudly stood in the nude. His shoulders almost seemed broader without the fabric clinging to the one, his powerful thighs and calves pushed out with raw power, his feet adjusting to stand atop the fabric, his powerful toes each twice the size of the semester’s thumb! And with how large Andy was, there was no room left for modesty as his cock hung low over his massive nuts. Those grapefruit sized orbs hung heavy in that sack as nearly a foot and a half of soft cock draped over them, the thick hog almost able to hide his kitten factories bouncing around his teardrop thighs.

“O-Oh my,” Ross blushed, his fur turning pink.

“Like what you see?” Andy gave the bunny a cocky grin, his fangs glinting.

“I…um…” Ross was speechless and Andy could feel it.

Now that Andy was aware of the growth and their theory on how it worked, he could feel the people’s eyes on him, envying him, worshiping him, begging to be closer. It was intoxicating. Andy took in a deep breath, his chest heaving before he let out a sexy growl, his cock twitching as a rush of pleasure shot down into his body. He was holding back his libido as best he could, showing masterful control of those massive cum factories as he stood there proudly.

“So?” Andy’s voice was a lusty growl.

“S-So?” Ross blinked.

“Aren’t you going to take my measurements?” Andy cocked a brow.

“Y-Yes! Of course!” Ross shook his head, his tall ears flopping about his hat before he clapped his hands and got everyone to work. “Shout them off as you get them and I’ll record.”

Andy watched as the team came to get his measurements, one of them needing him to hold the measuring tape at his head while finding a second measuring tape to finish reaching to the floor.

“He’s ten foot eight,” the employee called out. “No wait, ten foot nine!”

“Can I have you step on this yard stick for me?” Another employee, a lithe ferret, asked and Andy happily obliged, putting his heel down on one end and resting his large toe claw on the farthest it could go. “Right foot is a foot and nine inches,” then they switched over to the other foot. “Left is…huh, a quarter inch larger?”

“Hey cutie, how about you check that measurement again?” Andy rumbled, lifting up his right foot and flexing his toes. He placed his foot down on the stick again and the ferret simply shook his head.

“Correction, the feet are symmetrical, add a quarter inch to the right foot.”

“People, please, measure twice, shout once,” Ross ordered as he violently crossed out numbers and rewrote the corrections on a clipboard.

“Okay sir, can I, um…get your…uh…” The employee working his feet looked up at him and pulled out a measuring tape. “Your inseam?”

“Sure little guy. I’ll even help you out there,” Andy widened his stance slightly and then reached down to grab his package and lift it up and out of the way. “This better?”

“I, yeah,” the ferret gulped and then placed the measuring tape on the ground before going up, being sure to get a tight measurement against the skin, but not so tight he gave extra inches on the curves. And what curves Andy had, powerful granite muscle beneath dark brown fur, the orange stripe’s linear slices becoming jagged with the powerful crevices and bulging mass. The ferret blushed, his head getting closer and closer to that groin, the inches adding up fast into feet. Then he got a hit of Andy’s musk, the ferret’s nose twitching as those powerful orbs of raw testosterone were cradled, almost spilling out, of the beastly man’s hand. The ferret’s hand came up and brushed against the loins, the slightest tickle of the fur on the back of the ferret’s palm as he got his number and shouted it out. He was barely crouched down as he gave the number as he gulped back drool.

“I…um…need the thigh thickness too,” the ferret mumbled as he wrapped his arms around Andy’s thigh to start from the back. His face pressed against that hamstring, the powerful muscle warm and musky from that sack being stuck to it for so long. He dared a sniff, the tinniest little whiff.

He breathed in through his mouth and nose at the same time. The mixture of salty musk and heady sweat filled both his mouth and his sinuses. He hardly remembered the number he shouted, but he felt like he was measuring the width of a cask of wine and not a man’s leg! The measurements were irrelevant, they were just numbers, but when he compared them to things he knew, it became blatantly clear that Andy was in a class all his own.

The ferret blinked, his lips parted, almost dragging against that thigh before he pulled away, making sure none of his drool got on it.

“You sure you got that measurement right?” Andy grunted. “Try one more time.”

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