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Being a three-foot tall lizard had its advantages and disadvantages. The world was designed for people larger than you, so things were always more difficult for you than for anyone else. On the other hand, you were out of the line of sight of a lot of people, so it was easier to get around unseen or at least unnoticed. Tyrico used that to his advantage - his job was gathering information, doing investigation, and generally being unassuming while doing so. Unfortunately, if things went bad, the other big drawback to his size became clear: it was pretty hard to fight back against someone several times your size.

A pair of sliding doors whirred open, revealing a large, sterile, rather sinister looking laboratory. Tyr was carried inside, held completely firm by the massive bull anthro that had captured him. Despite his small size, Tyr was speedy and if it had been a chase he might have gotten away...but the bull had ambushed him while he was trying to listen in on someone else, and once in his grip Tyr had no hope of escape. Now he was captured, and the lab was giving him one nerve-wracking suspicion as to who was behind it.

"Dr. Dysphora, I've got the little interloper." The bull's deep voice made his body shudder as he was held against it. He tried to remain defiant as he looked at the hog-faced man in the while coat looked up at them, eyes narrowing at Tyr...defiant in looks, but he knew he was in trouble.

"Good work, Bruse...Akili! Get our guest locked down...it's time for us to get some answers." A lemur wearing some kind of strange gear on his limbs leapt over and took Try out of the bill's hands. Though significantly smaller than the bovine, Tyr had barely any more ability to fight - it felt like whatever structural supports Akili had enhanced his physical strength. In less than a minute, he was on his back on a table, arms and legs and neck locked down with manacles so that he couldn't move worth anything. He felt very exposed...not the least because Bruse had stripped him down before bringing him in, to make sure he had no bugs on him. Being naked was the least of his problems at the moment, though; being held captive by a supervillain was a bit more serious than that.

Dr. Dysphora walked around in front of Tyr, making a show of looking at a data pad. "Ah, yes, here we are...Tyrico van Mancoril, age 24, dwarf lizard. Citizen, no Suforces. Works as an independent information broker and eavesdropper. Oh, yes, and one more thing..." he glowered at Tyr as his voice raised up. "Firmly in the pocket of the Justice Conclave!"

Of course that would be it. It wasn't something anyone advertised, but the city's foremost superhero organization routinely made use of his services. Getting inside information on who was making moves or where a villain was hiding allowed for a much more proactive approach than they usually could take. And hey, the Conclave paid well, and it wasn't like his other options didn't put him in danger. Clearly, Dr. Dysphora wasn't happy about this, though...and since Tyr was in no way enhanced, he made an easy target.

"Look, buddy, I'm not part of their crew, I'm just a contractor. You're free to compete for my services, though you're not making a good first impression." It was a bit of a lie - Tyr had a fairly loose approach to the moral side of his line of work, but he drew the line at outright nasty people and outright nasty requests.

"I'm not interested in your services, pipsqueak. I want what's sitting in your mind. You've been to the headquarters of the Justice Conclave, a location that remains inexplicably hidden despite all odds! We've scoured the city over and over, there's no way it should be hidden from us! But you've been there...you can tell us where we can go to find it."

"Well, you're gonna have to pay me a lot more than you are now to get that out of me. And even if you did, sorry, but I could only get you so far. They just show me where to go, I don't actually know how I get in - I get blinded and my ears start ringing when they take me there."

Dr. Dysphora didn't look like he believed him. "You may think you can lie to me, but I will get the truth out of you."

"Hey, it's the truth."

"Hmph. No matter...knowing where you have to go is the first step, we will no doubt be able to take it from there. So you will produce this information immediately!"

"No way!" But there was a definite note of anxiety in Tyr's voice; Dr. Dysphora wasn't going to be above doing some pretty bad things to get what he wanted, and he was definitely not looking forward to what the pig could come up with. Especially because he was no hero, and not accustomed to pain and suffering.

The mad doctor regarded him with a look he didn't like. "Hm. Tell me, do you know why I stopped using traditional torture methods on my enemies?"

"You stopped?"

"Torture that causes pain and suffering fails almost completely. People will say anything to get it to stop...truth, lie, whatever, as long as it makes the unpleasantness go away. Negative emotion is a powerful influence...TOO powerful. It distracts, creates chaos, destroys focus, because the signal of threat is so strong it breaks down rational thought. However, there is another way to torture...pleasure. Pleasure is also emotional, and people will do quite a lot to get it...but it has less power than pain, much less distraction. And I've found that people are more liable to be honest to get what they want when they're in the heat of the moment."

"Oh, boss! Do I get to do it this time?" Bruse asked eagerly.

"Yes, Bruse, I think you're perfect for this. We're going to torture you with pleasure, Tyr, until you break and tell us where to go to find the Conclave's headquarters. You may think you can hold out, but I assure you, we know how to make you talk in the end."

"Torture me with..." Tyr's voice died away as he saw Bruse "getting ready" for action...which apparently meant doffing his already meager clothing and bringing his erection to life. Well, now he knew why he was really naked...he'd heard more than his share of captured heroes or citizens being raped by villains, even the rare rumor of a hero doing the same to a captive villain, but he never thought he'd be on the end of that. For one reason in particular. "You're even crazier than I thought! How you do think that monster is gonna pleasure me?! It'll tear me in half before you get halfway in!"

"Oh, I think not...Akili?"

The lemur stepped back up to the table, and before he knew what was going on Tyr felt a poke in his arm, and something was injected inside. Dr. Dysphora looked down at him smugly as he felt a strange sensation start running through his body. "This is a special little compound we've devised...for a short time, it alters the target's body, making it highly elastic and impervious to injury. It maintains a 'memory' of the original form, so that no matter what kind of event happens to it, it returns to its baseline state. Akili's giving you enough to ensure that it'll last until you break...and believe me, Bruse is looking forward to seeing that fat piece of work he has down there stretch the living daylights out of you."

"And that's supposed to be painless?!"

"More or less," Akili said. "You'd be surprised how...unresponsive the brain gets when there's no chance of breaking. The hyperresilient heroes and villains can attest to that personally. Or maybe that's just part of the effects. We haven't really studied that in detail...perhaps you'll be the guinea pig for that little tidbit!" The lemur sniggered in a high-pitched voice that sent chills down Tyr's spine. "It should be ready now...but let's test, just to be sure."

Akili drew a knife, and without warning jammed it into Tyr's leg. The little lizard fully expected it to run right through him, but instead, it felt more like it was just pressed very hard into him, and a moment later his flesh recoiled, knocking the knife out of the lemur's hands. There was no blood, no wound...whatever they had done to him had worked. Which was good news in a way, but on the other hand...

"I'm not waiting any longer, then!" Bruse stomped forward, clamping his hands on the restrain table and lining his massive pole up with Tyr's hole. It looked comically huge against his body, like something that shouldn't by any rights fit in safely...all Tyr could do was brace himself for what he knew was coming.

The bull pushed hard, trying to cram himself in without care for consequence, but even though Tyr's body wouldn't take damage, he still was forestalled by the difference in size. It took a little more finesse to manage his entry...finesse being those fat fingers pushing inside and stretching his ring out wide, flexing it open mercilessly before the head of his cock pressed up against it again. When Bruse finally was able to push in, Tyr's eyes nearly bulged out at the sensation. It was like his whole body was being pushed out of alignment! Yet, due to the drug, it was painless...the sensation was just sensation, accompanied by bits and pieces of pleasure as small parts of him were being touched in the right way.

It was still a chore to get him opened up, and Bruse snorted hard as he thrust back and forth, trying to get him open. "D-damn, little fucker's TIGHT...can't get in as fast as I wanted to..."

Dr. Dysphora cackled, clearly enjoying the scene. "Yes...keep going, make him start to feel the pleasure...make him beg for it, get his little tongue wagging..."

"You're not helping your cause, Doc!" Tyr gasped out, writhing in his bonds. The creepy talk was definitely not doing it for him. But it was true, he was definitely starting to feel some arousal...and not just because of the contact on his prostate and even his internal testes. In truth, he'd always had a bit of a fetish for bigger guys...well, okay, more than a bit, he couldn't get enough of that kind of thing. Unrealistic as it was, he'd always wanted something impossibly big up his ass...in fact, he'd long harbored a secret lust for one of the Justice Conclave, a huge rhino who went by the codename Rancor. Just the imagination was enough to fuel that, but he'd stumbled upon a nude pic online from his younger days, and the size of what he was packing practically had Tyr salivating. Even though he certainly hadn't asked for this and didn't truly want it this way, his fetish was still being exploited against him over the rest of his brain's objections; his own endowment had slipped out of its slit, and was now dripping onto his body.

"Well, then, you want to start talking? I'll be more than eager to leave you in peace once you tell me what I want to know."

"H-ha! Not h-happening!"

"Tsk tsk...well, I think you haven't had enough pleasure yet, then. How about we up the ante?" Akili's hand shot out and snapped a tight ring around the base of Tyr's dick, the cool metal almost instantly thrumming and buzzing. He couldn't help but let out a quiet cry as he felt the pleasure ramp up with the ring's stimulation...and now the feeling of that huge bull cock stretching him out was really helping, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

And it only got better as he felt Bruse's crotch start to smack into his rear, his heavy balls swinging into his tail. "Gawd, I'm gonna want to do this every damn day!" the bull bellowed as he hammered his whole length into the lizard, the distending of his body quite visible to any observer. His almost feral grunts and groans filled Tyr's ears, and his drool splattered onto the table above his head. "Better...enjoy this, you little bitch...because this ain't...the last time you're getting this!"

It was too much for Tyr, he knew he couldn't last. His body needed to let go, he needed to cum badly, so he tried to loosen up and let it come...but it didn't, the pleasure kept building to the point of madness, but it was like he couldn't get there, the buzzing in the ring was blocking him on top of stimulating him. Oh, come on, that's so not fair...

"Ready to talk yet?" Dr. Dysphora's voice cut in. "I think you've figured out my little device's secret...you'll be freed only when you start talking. Might as well do it now, you'll be doing it soon enough..."

"W-won't...do it..." The strain in Tyr's voice clearly told them all he was nearing the breaking point. If he could just hold out until Bruse finished, maybe he'd have a chance...but the bull was taking a surprisingly long time, despite going what had to be full force on such a tight hole. And the need only got greater and greater, it felt like his arousal kept swelling more and more with every thrust, going beyond levels he thought impossible. Much as he tried to reject it, there was a haze in his head that was overtaking him as the need continued to grow and overpower him.

"You cannot refuse me! I can see how close you are...it's getting to you just like the rest of them! Now tell me! Where did you meet with the Justice Conclave?"

It came out almost automatically - he couldn't think about fighting it, lying, anything except getting off. "Ah! Th-the old Al-Ahred b-building!"

Quick as a flash, Akili's hand swooped in and disengaged the ring, and immediately Tyr was thrown into his climax, shooting off harder than he ever had before, plastering Bruse's stomach with powerful spurts of his seed. A moment later, Bruse's bellow shook the room as he unloaded as well, having held back far longer than he had hoped to, a torrent filling up the lizard as gluts of his thick bull essence surged into him, making him swell even more as the fluid packed into him. At least the end of the thrusting gave his weary body a moment's respite, exhaustion creeping in as his own pleasure tapered off, leaving him with a rather blank tiredness.

Too soon, a sense of despair crept in. He'd cracked, and so easily, too...he was sure Dr. Dysphora couldn't beat the Conclave, even with whatever crackpot scheme he had cooked up, but it wasn't like they needed more to worry about. He didn't want to betray them...but it was too late to try to take it back now.

"Come, Akili. We must go at once to scour the area. The secret to the headquarters of the Justice Conclave must be around there somewhere. Bruse...you and whichever friends you like can keep our guest entertained."

Tyr groaned as he heard the bull laugh above him. Once was bad enough, but more rounds of this? Maybe he'd wish they'd tear him apart at the end...

---

Hours passed. Tyr had passed out after several more rounds of sex, which thankfully hadn't been accompanied by more orgasm denial. When he woke up, he'd been left alone, though still bound and immobile. His body was a mess of cum and sweat, slight aches all over, and no clue whether the drug he'd been injected with was still in effect.

"Well...at least I'm alive..."

The quiet hum of machinery was all that there was to reply to him. He tried to look around, doing all he could to try to find something that could get him out of this; not really expecting anything to come out to him, but it was better than dwelling on what else might be going on outside the lab. He'd lost all sense of time, so he had no idea how long he was there, alone, waiting for something to happen.

When it did, he wished that it hadn't. A door pounded open, and Dr. Dysphora stormed in, Akili and Bruse behind him. The pig was furious, the lemur was frightened, and even Bruse looked rather nervous to be there. "Vile little shit! How dare you play with me like this!"

"What?!"

"I had every inch of that building scoured! My men, my machines, all the resources I could muster! And there wasn't one whit of evidence that anyone had been there, not a single sign of the Justice Conclave anywhere! How dare you lie to me?! You'll regret this for the rest of your rotten life!"

It was hard for Tyr to be too frightened at the threat, given his relief at the failure of Dr. Dysphora. He didn't know how or why, but the Justice Conclave had managed to give them the slip...their secrets were still safe. "I told you everything I know. I wanted you that they took me somewhere else, it's not my fault you didn't-"

"SILENCE!" The mad doctor grabbed a large syringe off the tray near Tyr's table. "You think you can make a fool of me? You'll talk, and you'll tell me everything when I'm done with you! There won't be a secret left in you when I'm done!" He jabbed the needle into the lizard's arm and pressed down, shooting an imposingly large volume of fluid into him.

"M-master! Stop, you're giving him far too much, we don't know what the effects will be!" Akili cried desperately. "And he hasn't yet returned to normal, the compounding of the effects could-"

"QUIET! I don't care what happens to him! If he croaks, so be it! His punishment for defying me!" He didn't stop until every bit of the fluid had been pushed into Tyr's body, and once again he felt that strange feeling...except way more potently, it was almost painful how strange and tight his body felt, and he jerked against his bonds involuntarily, trying to find relief.

"Now I'll get you talking! Bruse, round up everyone! You'll run a train on him until he's so goddamn pent up he'll be about to explode! I want him screaming everything he knows at me within three hours or else-"

Dr. Dysphora never got to finish, as a massive explosion rocked the lab. All eyes turned to the source, as a group of people stormed in. "You've done enough, Doctor Dysphora!" shouted a woman at the front of the group; with wild red hair, an armored orange jumpsuit, and lights crackling around her, she was a commanding presence that filled Tyr's heart with hope, and struck fear into the hearts of the other three.

"Dynamo! The Justice Conclave! How did you find me?!" Dr. Dysphora gasped.

"You don't cover your tracks very well, pig-man," an anthro avian in white and blue garb, codenamed Wildstorm, taunted him. "Once we caught wind of your people hanging around one of our contact points, we just followed you home."

"Clever trick, coming after one of our informants to try to find us," a huge rhino in powered armor said, and Tyr's heart skipped a beat. Rancor was there, and he was as big and powerful and sexy as ever. "But did you really think we didn't think of that? We're not idiots, you know, we know how to cover our tracks just as well as we know how to beat up and arraign clods like you. Speaking of which, I think it's about time that we do that."

"Damn you! I won't go down easy! Akili, Bruse, attack!" The lemur and bull did as ordered, engaging Dynamo and Rancor while the pig tried to make his escape. Wildstorm chased after him as he fired at the bird with a ray gun, trying to stun the nearly-invulnerable hero. Sparks were flying everywhere as machines were destroyed, leaving debris falling everywhere.

Tyr was lost in the chaos, or so he thought at first. Then he felt the metal bonds pull apart and recede into the table, allowing him to get up and move again. He sat up and saw a small, fully-armored figure at the console, who looked back at him as soon as he was fully free. "I figured someone should let you loose before things got too hairy," a younger feminine voice, modulated by a voice box, said to him.

"Thanks, Cypha. You might want to watch out, I think the doc's got more troops somewhere around here."

"Oh, no worries. We've already taken care of them. The others are playing baby-sitter as we speak." Cypha looked him over as he got to his feet. "Oh my...I see he's been busy with you. I'm sorry we didn't get to you sooner, to prevent what he did."

"Hey, I'm just glad you showed up at all. They did something to me, I'm gonna need your guys to check me out. If there's still a sample of it somewhere-"

"Look out!" Tyr looked up to see a large chunk of metal careening down on him. He had no time to react before it landed on him. The heavy debris felt like it squashed him partway down, before he snapped back and it got thrown off to the side. He looked back at it, feeling very oddly uninjured by the impact.

"What in the world..."

"That, uh, would be part of what they did to me. I'll explain later..." Tyr looked around, but the try with the materials on it was gone, most likely having been scattered in the chaos. "Great...I can't find it!"

"Perhaps we can come back and look for it later, I think now might be a good time to leave."

"Yeah, you're right. I don't know what they put in me but it's supposed to last a while. There should be time later-" Another chunk fell right next to him, making him yelp and jump. As he steadied himself, he caught sight of Rancor and Bruse brawling under some unstable machinery. He could see it starting to tip, and Rancor was about to knock Bruse into it... "Watch out!"

Without thinking, he dashed towards them, not hearing Cypha's protests. He didn't know much about what was going on, but he did know he was functionally invulnerable, and though Rancor was tough, he was in armor for a reason. It felt almost like slow motion for a bit, the teetering metal monstrosity creaking and squealing as it started to fall, the rhino losing balance as he threw Bruse out of the way. As it started to come down, Tyr leapt onto Rancor's prone body, bracing himself as he tried to get in the way and weaken the blow.

What he didn't expect to happen, as the thing toppled onto him, was for him to catch it in his hands. Steeling himself for the impact had caused his body to set its shape even more strongly, denying the force from traveling down through him. It was certainly a surprise to Rancor, who had fully expected to find himself in traction and instead just felt as though a very heavy weight was resting on him - that, his armor could take without much trouble. "Whoa...wasn't expecting that."

"I don't think I was, either...thought it'd be squished at least." Tyr was amazed at how easy it felt to keep the weight lifted...in fact, it barely felt like there was any weight on him at all. With almost no effort, he tossed the machine off to the side of the two of them, letting it smash into the ground with a loud thud. "Didn't know that stuff could make me do that..."

"That was not exactly the smartest of actions," Cypha admonished as she stepped over to the two of them.

"Heh, we're not really ones to talk, are we?" Rancor chuckled as he got to his feet. "Thanks, kiddo. Made my life a lot easier with that move...now where's that cow?"

"Out like a light," Cypha replied, pointing over past the debris where Bruse was laying on the ground near the wall, out cold. "Your life-saving push had a bit more on it than was really a good idea for life-saving."

"Oh, gee, what a tragedy. I'll be sure to learn from it."

"Sarcasm? From Rancor? Never thought I'd see the day." Wildstorm and Dynamo flew by and dropped down, the other baddies knocked out in their arms. "Looks like we cleaned 'em out. Now let's get outta here before the whole place falls in on us, I think we might've broken something load-bearing with our attack."

Dynamo nodded. "Agreed. We need to get Tyrico examined as soon as possible, as well."

---

The Justice Conclave's base was mostly underground, which made it easy to lose track of time. Hours passed while tests were being run on Tyrico, and ho didn't know if it was the same day as his rescue or not. The fact that he was kept under constant monitoring was a bit of a pain - sure, he didn't know whether he was about to die or not, but it still was kind of baring just sitting and staring.

Eventually, Dr. Baumger, the Conclave's medical expert, entered the room and sat down. She was very prim and proper, but friendly enough, and a rare expert in unusual maladies and injuries that were typically only encountered by Suforce bearers. "I think we've got some results for you, Tyrico. How are you feeling?"

The lizard shrugged. "Fine, I guess. My body's still feeling weird, but I guess it's because they gave me so much of that stuff. What's the damage?"

"Well...that's an interesting way of putting it."

"That's one of those lines that gets a patient nervous, Doc."

"Fair enough. My apologies...I'm just trying to figure out how to put all this." The doctor looked down at her notes on the clipboard. "You said they told you that this compound locked your body into a particular state, correct?"

"I think that's what Dysphora said. Granted, it was kind of a stressful moment and he said more that I don't totally remember. Lemme guess, there's more to the story than that?"

"It appears so. The compound has that effect, but the reason for it is more complicated. The chemical has a property that induces a Suforce...it basically results in kinetic energy absorption, making it so your entire cellular structure stores the energy from impacts and contains it, rather than suffering injury from it. It adds in something that makes your body more resilient, on top of it, keeping you from being harmed even by extremely sharp implements. Kind of a bonus secondary Suforce to complement the first. You said it made a knife bounce off of you when you were stabbed with it, that's kind of a demonstration of that effect."

"Fantastic. So stuff basically bounces off of me."

"Well, if the impact is hard enough. If it's more gentle, then it'll press in, but not penetrate. Or, as you experienced personally..."

"Stretching." Tyrico sighed. "Well, it beats being killed. How long before it wears off, then? I get the feeling it was supposed to go away kinda just before I got overdosed, so it'll last a bit longer than that..."

"Well, that's where the...news comes in."

Tyr didn't like the sound of that, and his expression darkened as he looked over at Dr. Baumger. "What news? Is it bad news? You gotta tell me if it is."

"I can't tell you whether it's good or bad, that's more or less your judgment. Suforce-inducing compounds are highly mutagenic by nature. They get into your cells and play games with the compounds within. A low dose like the one you got originally is likely to wear off without leaving too much of a mark...but either getting a second dose while still under the effects of the first, getting a massive overdose, or both, had a much bigger impact. I found that the markers have been lingering, and actually getting stronger over time. Your body's producing the compound on its own, and it seems to be coming directly from all your body tissues. That is...it's not wearing off. This change is permanent, and there's no treatment or suppression for it."

Tyr just stared. It wasn't quite sinking it. "...Permanent? You mean...I'm stuck like this?"

"I'm afraid so. I think it probably happened quickly...Rancor told me about how you grabbed that falling machine, stopped it like it was nothing. I think you'd already manifested advanced kinetic absorption by that time, so when you stopped it, you basically took in all the kinetic energy that was acting on your body. You may even still have that in you, it's hard to measure exactly...though you also might have exhausted it when you threw the machine away. That absorbed energy can be distributed to an acting force like that."

"Crap. I thought it was just gonna be this thing I could outlast...you're telling me there's nothing I can do except...live with this for good?"

"I'm afraid that's the fact of the matter. There's nothing that can be done about it...on the plus side, having a Suforce like this means you have a lot lower risk of death in your everyday life. Your body basically won't take damage from anything...those heroes out there that put themselves on the line without that kind of gift would wish for something like that."

"Yeah, but I wasn't wishing for it." Tyrico laid back on the bed, stress and frustration weighing heavily on him. It might have seemed ridiculous to someone else, but having a Suforce put you in the crosshairs of a lot of unpleasant people. And that made going about a normal life a lot more difficult, since being a danger magnet didn't endear you to people. "You think there's any way I can keep it under the radar?"

Dr. Baumger shook her head. "There aren't any clear outward signs, but the moment someone sees that you should have been hurt by something that you weren't, they'll know. It's unlikely it'll be a secret for very long. And you're already in a dangerous line of work, so the odds of should-be injury are pretty high."

"Yeah, don't remind me. I guess I'm gonna have to figure out something else."

"If I may make a suggestion? You could request to join the Conclave. I think they'd be happy to consider it after all you've done for them, especially considering it was in the business of serving them that you got caught up in this in the first place."

"Are you crazy? I have no business asking for that! Just because I've suddenly got a Suforce doesn't mean that I'm capable of putting up a fight! No way they'd accept me, I'd just be a burden on them!"

"Just like you were to Rancor in the lab?"

"That was stupid of me. I'm glad I helped out there, but I had no clue what was going to happen. I was just as liable to make things worse."

"It was still a bold move, and I think you should give yourself more credit. But it's your call...I'd advise you to at least talk with Dynamo about it, though. Even if she doesn't think you'd be a good fit for the team, she could probably give you ideas for other tracks you could take in life."

"...You're right. If anyone would know, it's someone who works with heroes all the time." Tyr nodded. "All right...after I've had some time to sleep on it."

---

"I'm glad I caught you. Never got the chance to properly thank you for savin' my bacon back in Dysphora's lab." Even without his armor, Rancor was a titan, strong as all get-out and big enough that pretty much the whole compound had to be designed around his size. His quarters showed this as well, with everything being super-sized, and to someone for whom normal size was super-sized, it stood to reason that Tyr felt like he could get lost in there. "So I heard Dynamo made a pretty strong play down there...you okay?"

"Fine...just overwhelmed." Tyr was laying on the huge bed, hands on his slightly aching head. If anything, the rhino had been understating it - Dynamo had been aggressive in trying to recruit him, more than he'd been prepared for. He couldn't deny that she'd made some solid arguments, but it was too much too quickly for him, especially given that he was already trying to come to terms with his physical changes. Having Rancor come in and ask to speak with him with a blessing, finally giving him a chance to rest and collect his thoughts.

"Don't blame you for that. Well, I'll try not to put too much pressure on ya. You've been through enough as it is."

"Thanks. I just...don't see why she wants me so badly. You guys were all really experienced when you formed your group, you knew what you were getting into and already knew you could handle it...I've never been in a fight like the ones you guys deal with."

Rancor nodded. "You're right. It takes more than having a power to hold your own against the toughest enemies. It takes training, experience, and the stomach to handle being on the front lines all the time. Though, I think you'd be doing some of the same stuff you've already been doing, info gathering and such...that's as important as anything, and you've got the talent for that already."

"But why be a part of the Conclave, then? I could still do that for you guys without officially joining. Not that you guys aren't a great organization and all, but I just don't think I'm, you know, worthy."

"Well, if I had to hazard a guess..." The big rhino sat down next to him, and Tyr blushed a bit as he got a good eyeful of his crush. He wasn't wearing a thing at the moment, and unlike Tyr he didn't have the excuse of not having any clothes accessible at the moment. "Dynamo was pretty concerned about using you for this kind of thing. She doesn't like putting anyone without Suforces in the line of fire, she'd rather use personnel from the Conclave. So I think part of it is trying to make up for what happened to you, and trying to keep it from happening again by having you fill the role rather than find a replacement."

Try gave a quiet wry chuckle. "So it's not all for my benefit, eh?"

"Look at it from her perspective. If you've got to have someone getting you information, might as well be the guy who's borderline invincible. And you'd be pulling in a steady paycheck rather than essentially working on commission, so there's that."

"Mm. Still..."

"And, well, there are other benefits."

"Other benefits?"

"Yeah, sure. For example..." Rancor turned and looked down at him with a grin. "You can finally act on that crush you've had on me for ages on end."

Tyr sat up like a shot. "Wh-what? I mean...wait, what?"

"You don't have to act shocked. Even if I wasn't aware of it, the others won't shut up about it when it comes to teasing me. Couldn't have been more obvious if we had a mind-reader on the team. But to be honest, I kinda felt bad that I couldn't ask you if you wanted a relationship...not just because you weren't Conclave and that would be risky, but because, well, I'm so much bigger than you and there would be so many limits on what we could do."

"I never knew...I don't know what to say, Rancor..."

"Please, call me Bergen."

"Bergen? Wait...that's your real name? Are you sure that's all right?"

"Why not? I know yours. And it's not that big a secret...we don't spread it around, but I'm sure you could find it out there if you really tried. But more importantly, I want you to know me, not just the persona that gets into huge fights with comically hammy bad guys."

"Gosh..." Tyr felt himself flush. With everything that had happened over the last few days, he thought there were no surprises left to come at him. But this one was definitely more welcome. "Bergen, I...I really do want to get to know you better...the real you, I...I know you'd be even more desirable than you already are..."

"Well, jeez, now you're just flattering me." Bergen was blushing himself, chuckling and red-faced. "I'd love to give you that chance. And...well, if you're up for it...I know that you had some trouble with that bull taking advantage of your state, so if that gives you bad feelings or anything, we don't have to do anything..."

"Oh, no, don't even think about that! I've always had a bit of a fetish for that...heck, that was about the only bright spot in that whole ordeal. I never thought I'd actually be able to take advantage of that in reality...I guess this new power I've got makes that possible, at least. But if you want a shot at that...you know I'm not going to say no."

"I see...well, then...if you don't mind, I'd like to take you for a ride."

Try found himself laughing quietly. "You realize how cheesy a line that is, right?"

"You spend enough time in this business, being a ham starts to rub off on you," Bergen replied with his own chuckle. He lifted Tyr up by his sides and brought him around to his front, holding him in front of his growing erection. The size of it was immense, easily dwarfing Bruse's at its apex, and as Tyr rubbed his hands around it he could scarcely believe that any creature of even Bergen's size could pack that much. Stroking the flatter head, he knew he'd be feeling the full stretch quite early on...and his racing heart and throbbing cock told him how much he was looking forward to that.

"Gods, Bergen...I can't take it, I just want that monster in me right now."

"Whoo, eager one, aren'tcha? Would've figured you to be one for a bit of foreplay..."

"Next time. I've been wanting this for years, and I'm gonna take it right now just in case this all turns out to be some sort of dream or drug fantasy or something."

Bergen grinned. "Well, today it's your reward, so I do it just how you want!" He lifted Tyr higher, drawing him over that huge shaft, that looked to be almost as big as Tyr was in some dimensions. Tyr's hands went down to his rear, parting his cheeks and pulling them open hard, stretching himself as wide as he could for the entry. As he felt Bergen press him down, it was clear that the rhino would still be doing most of the work there, but the help made it a bit easier for the rhino dick to push his hole apart. It took a bit of effort, but the super-strong beast would have his victory - the head finally sank in, and both of them cried out in ecstasy, Bergen from the tight grip on his sensitive cockhead and Tyr from the enormous stretch that was completely devoid of pain, but packing an earthquake of pleasure.

As Bergen forced Tyr further down, the huge distension grew in the minilizard's body, his shape being distorted around the rod inside him. It was still a bizarre sensation, but one that Tyr welcomed, that started to feel good on its own on top of the pleasure being granted by the stimulation of his nerves. Indeed, his prostate was getting constantly rubbed, and it was making his cock leak wildly, spitting onto Bergen's chest and stomach. Of course, that volume was nothing compared to what Bergen was leaving inside him, like a faucet running and filling him up deeper and deeper.

It was almost a shock when he hit the ring of the rhino's sheath, that enormous tool buried fully inside him and feeling like it was about to reach into his neck. In fact it almost seemed like he was taller, that the stretch was extending his torso as well as widening it. And it was fucking amazing - like he was always on the edge of it being too much to handle, yet the strain never seemed even close to breaking him. "G-gods...Bergen...this is...unbelievable..."

"Tell me about it..." The sight of the stretched-out lizard was unreal to Bergen, he seemed less like a living creature and more like a toy designed for this kind of use. Earlier he had still harbored doubts about this kind of thing being possible, but those had been firmly dispelled...now he wanted to make the most of it. With a grunt, he pulled Tyr up - and that got a powerful moan out of him, that little guy was tighter than anything he'd ever fucked and felt like he clung to him furiously, without his unnatural strength he might net even have been able to pull him off - and then slammed him back down hard, making him feel the force of his strength at its most intense. Tyr nearly screamed out as the stretch now came acutely, pushing him out of shape hard and fast, and feeling better than ever.

Words became irrelevant, for Tyr virtually impossible, as he was rutted forcefully by Bergen, that huge cock flexing him out of shape violently on each entry, then his body reverting to its original shape just as quickly when it left. Every thrust felt exactly like the first, there was no adjustment, no getting used to it, just him being overloaded rhythmically and begging wordlessly for more. Bergen gave it to him, as much as he could; it was without a doubt the best fuck he'd ever had, wiping away years of disappointment and lackluster outings from guys unable to handle his size and strength, forcing him to hold back so much and leave him wanting. Tyr was not stopping him in the slightest, and it was letting the pleasure ramp up exactly how he wanted it to, hard and fast without any restraint, just like his movements.

Neither of them were going to last long, not with how they were feeling. Tyr was the first to let go, his cock shooting jets of lizard seed hard onto Bergen's body, his body milked by the massive intrusion squashing his balls against his own flesh. As he cried out, he unintentionally tensed down, exerting his new control over his body. Despite the comical stretch he was feeling, his power made him tighten down even more, clamping onto Bergen's monster cock with a vengeance. That proved to be the catalyst for him, and he yelled out gutturally, slamming Tyr down with vicious force as he started shooting deep inside the lizard, massive gluts of pachyderm sperm bursting forth and saturating the stretchy chamber within. If Tyr thought he was full before, this only proved there was a limitless area left to fill inside him, as he swelled even more from the volume of the fluid inside him. Out and out it poured, swelling him larger and larger, not a single drop able to escape the tight seal his ass formed around that rhino dick.

Soon he looked like a bloated balloon, rounded and pliable, so full he could hardly believe it. It was a fantastic feeling, though, being so packed with thick fluid, not letting a drop of it get away from him. Indeed, as Bergen pulled himself out slowly, he used his new body control to snap things shut inside him, not letting more than a tiny trickle leak out from him as his hole was freed from its expansion. His shape was much more normal without Bergen's member pushing it out of place, but the thick swell of cum remained, and so it would until he decided to let it out. And he wasn't in any rush, as Bergen's arms wrapping around him and laying him down on the bed seemed a lot nicer place to be than a bathroom cleaning himself up.

The two of them laid there, panting hard, reveling in the afterglow of their consummation. The feeling of those huge arms around him gave Tyr a sense of comfort and relaxation, like he had no worries in the world despite the stresses of the last few days. Bergen just made him feel like he belonged, and as long as he was near nothing would go wrong. Maybe that was silly of him to think, but he felt he was owed a bit of silliness.

"Hey, Tyr..." Bergen's deep voice rumbled into his thoughts. "What do you think of the codename 'Recoil?'"

It took him a moment to realize what the rhino was referring to. Well, he'd made a pretty good case, as far as Tyr was concerned. "I think...it sounds pretty neat."