Officer Tex

Liam had only heard stories about officer Tex. The big, brooding cop who patrolled the dark allies around his high school. The image he’d created in his mind was this tall, menacing monster of a man, a biker with a badge on.

This was why he was initially hesitant to join his friends one night after graduation. They wanted to smoke some pot over behind the dumpsters as a celebratory thing. It took some convincing, but Liam eventually decided to go.

They’d barely lit one joint when the all too familiar honk and red/blue lights started bouncing against the brick wall behind them.

“Oh shit!” Liam’s friend Scott yelled, signaling for them all to start running. Liam was too distracted by the joint, and by the time he started to join his friends, who were already halfway down the ally, he felt a strong, sturdy hand grip his shoulder.

“Where do ya think you’re goin’ son?”

Officer Tex. Liam braced for the worst, but as he turned around slowly, he was met with one of the most gorgeous sights of his life.

Tex, his thick tattooed muscles spilling out of his short sleeve button up shirt, his badge placed squarely on his left pec. His face was stern yet warm, a neatly trimmed beard bellow his two rounded cheeks. And though he could barely tell in the shadows of the ally, Liam could see that he was packing. Not just a gun…

“What’ve you go there?” Tex said steeling the still burning joint from Liam’s hand. He immediately went into defense mode, his mouth trying to catch up with the thoughts in his mind (most of which were still on Tex’s physique).

“I—I’m sorry officer, it was— my friends. They talked me into— please please please I promise I didn’t mean to. I’ve never had any offenses, and I— please don’t arrest me.”

This caught Tex’s attention. “Arrest you?” he chuckled with a slight Texan drawl. “Arrest you? Boy I ain’t gonna arrest you.”

“You’re not?”

“Son, you barely made a dent in this thing,” he said waving the joint around. “But if I’m gonna let you off I’m gonna need you to help me out with something first.”

Liam wasn’t even thinking at this point. “Help you out with what, officer?”

“Well you see my partner Jim, he’s outta town these next few days, and I need someone to ride shotgun.”

Liam’s heart sank. He couldn’t be a cop. He was shorter than Tex by almost a foot, and he had barely passed PE in all four years of high school. So he shrugged. “I don’t know if I’d be much help, officer.”

“Well, not without this you won’t.” Tex pulled out a badge from his pocket. Glistening and gold, it seemed to shimmer in the red and blue lights still coming from Tex’s car. Either that, or Liam really had gotten high.

Almost hypnotically, Liam reached for the badge and clasped it in his fingers. The light was still dim, but as he leaned in closer, he could see that his skin was starting to change.

His previously white, chalky skin suddenly grew weathered and tan. Along with that, Liam could see his muscles start to flare up around his forearms. They rippled and roughened and grew, pushing out as they snaked their way up his arm.

Liam tried to drop the badge but he could barely move. His hand was frozen, and he could only watch as the surge of muscle from the badge made its way up his arm and throughout his entire body.

His biceps swelled, along with his pecs and the muscles around his neck and back. They pressed up against the flimsy t-shirt Liam was wearing until the fabric was rubbing his skin. Sweat poured out of his new skin, and he shuttered with erotic pleasure at the feeling of the shirt stretching and caressing his ever expanding body.

“Oh…. God.” Liam moaned, now in a much deeper voice. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, no longer resisting the changes, but rather letting them envelop his body like a hot shower.

His abdomen grumbled and tightened. His free hand instinctively grabbed his chest, and through the now soaking t-shirt, he could feel the outline of a six pack beginning to form. His butt twitched, and he felt his pants grow heavy with the new muscle filling up his glutes. His feet felt very tight in his shoes, which were now way too small for his gigantic feet, and he could feel the seems of his skinny jeans give way to the powerful thighs inflating under the cloth.

There was a rip, and Liam’s eyes shot open. He was suddenly at eye level with Tex! He looked down to see the remains of his shirt fall to the dirty ally floor along with the tattered remains of his pants. All Liam was wearing now was his underwear. But he didn’t feel exposed. As a matter of fact, he felt warm and comfortable transforming in front of Tex, who was smiling and nodding, his hand rubbing that massive dick beneath his pants.

Liam felt his jaw harden, sharpening itself, and his face prickle with hair that had never been there before. His lips grew bigger and his hair grew shorter. He even felt a lump in his throat as his voice made its final adjustments.

“Huh,” Officer Tex scoffed as he looked the new Liam up and down. He now stood a few inches above his head, and his chest heaved with hard heavy breaths. “You missed the final stage.”

“Qué estás hablando?” Liam clasped his hand over his mouth. He didn’t speak Spanish… did he?

Tex laughed. “Don’t worry, your English will come back. Here,” He kneeled down, so that his face was level with Liam’s underwear, “maybe this will help.”

Before Liam could ask what he was doing, his shorts were down and Officer Tex’s mouth was around his cock. Something unlike anything Liam had felt before shook him like an earthquake. Pleasure, pure hot, wet, pleasure, struck him and left him quaking and moaning as Tex worked his way down Liam’s shaft. He could feel all the power rushing to the tip of his penis, which expanded like an inflating tube in Tex’s mouth.

He fell headfirst into infinity, the world around him growing short and blurry as Liam approached what he could feel would be the orgasm of a lifetime.

“Ohhhhhhh……. FUCK!” Cum rocketed into Tex’s throat, and Liam had to keep from completely collapsing as he emptied load after load into the officers mouth.

After he was finished, Tex wiped his mouth and stood back up. “Damn Salvador,” he said looking up at his new partner, “you were sure excited to see me, weren’t ya?”

Liam, or Salvador as he was now called, let out a deep belly chuckle. “Yeah boss, that was really something.”

“Great,” Tex patted him on the sweat drenched shoulder, “Lets get you in something more comfortable.”

Salvador felt oddly comfortable as Tex slipped him back into his old vest, his heavy cargo pants and boots. Finally, Tex placed the badge around his neck. It hung from a thick silver chain that rattled as Salvador’s massive expanse of a chest moved in tandem with his breaths.

“You ready to get back out there Sal?” Tex asked.

“Yeah boss.” And just like that, it was as if Liam had never existed. Sal and Tex were two of the top officers in the fourteenth precinct. When they weren’t running drug busts or chasing down kids from the local high school, Sal and Tex would find a good place to get down and fuck. A dirty motel off the highway, the locker room at the academy after hours. It didn’t matter, Tex was an absolute beast under the sheets, and every time he went down on Salvador’s monster of a cock, it was like he was sucking it for the first time.

Sometimes, when Tex would pound his ass in the ally behind the high school, Salvador would catch glimpses of his older life. Of his friends, smoking pot behind the dumpsters, of his high school graduation. Of the skinny, pasty boy he used to be. But Liam was a thing of the past. His name was Sal now, and he was a cop. And one sexy fucking cop if you ask me.

Cap's Outfit (ASK)

Every punch he took, every shot he fired, everything was aimed at Steve Rogers. Brock Rumlow (or as people were now calling him “Crossbones”) was obsessed with destroying Captain America once and for all.

So when he caught wind of a special serum that could turn the user into whatever they desired most, Rumlow was eager to get a taste. After breaking into a top secret government facility with his band of hired guns, he managed to nab a small injection tube full of what was then being called “Liquid Z.” It was all he needed, he thought, to take down the man who’d exposed Hyrda and scarred his face.

He locked himself up in his room, an underground bunker fortified with steel (he wasn’t exactly sure what Liquid Z would do to him specifically), and injected himself with the glowing green liquid. All the while, his thoughts were on Cap. On his body, beaten and bruised, under the rubber of his boot. He imagined stripping him naked, exposing him, humiliating him for what he’d done. All he could think of was smothering Steve Rogers, and that’s when the changes started.

Rumlow felt his stomach turn. He could feel his organs changing and rearranging themselves. What was he becoming? Some kind of beast? The thought excited him, and just as it did, he dropped to his knees.

He felt his whole body go numb. He felt lighter as his breathing slowed and his vision started to blur. Unexpectedly, Brock felt himself get aroused at the feeling. the only think he could feel was his crotch, which radiated with heat as the rest of him seemed to vanish into thin air.

Suddenly, he was no longer in his bunker. He was in an apartment, tidy and well dressed. The buzzing of the cars outside sounded a lot like New York. Had the serum transported him to Steve Roger’s apartment?

The thought excited him. But just as the excitement came, if vanished, replaced with sudden terror. Rumlow had looked down at his body… it was turning blue!

What was going on?? He thought, feeling his new skin. It was rough and elastic. Underneath, he felt his bones expand and hollow out like armor. It was as if he was wearing some kind of suit. Or becoming one…

“UGHHH,” Rumlow growled. The heat from his dick grew even stronger, and spread throughout his whole body. Every inch of him was so sensitive, so easily aroused, that even just kneeling down on the hard wood floor made him inches away from cumin. But he couldn’t cum. He could only kneel and writhe in sweet ecstasy as his body continued to change:

His hands vanished into two holes at the ends of his arms. His chest expanded out to fit Roger’s stature and his entire being went hollow. Just as he began to see the image of a star appear on his chest, Rumlow felt his face sink in.

“No!” he cried out with his last breath, “this is not what I wanted! This is not—“ But his mouth was gone. His head had disappeared along with his hands, and what was left of him lay crumpled on the floor.

He could still see the room, though not through his eyes. He couldn’t move, only watch as the door to the bathroom creaked open and out walked Steve Rogers. Stark naked, his massive muscles still dripping with water and sweat from a nice hot shower.

“Huh,” he said to himself, looking down at his suit, “don’t remember leaving that there”

As Rogers walked towards him, dick swinging back and forth, Rumlow felt tremendous fury. How was he supposed to destroy Rogers as a suit? But it didn’t matter, because as soon as Steve’s hands touched Rumlow’s rough blue skin, as soon as he felt the warmth of the man’s body fill his fibers, his fury turned to pure longing. He needed to be worn. He needed to be used.

One leg after another, Captain America slipped into his iconic outfit, his thick legs brushing up against the fabric and sending Rumlow into a state of perpetual orgasm. As his mountain pecs filled out Brock’s, his skin caressing the inner armor, he realized this is all he ever truly wanted. And as his cock pressed up against Rulmow’s crotch. he lost himself entirely in an explosion of unending pleasure.

As Rogers picked up his shield and left his apartment to go join the other Avengers, he felt a keen sense that some justice has been done. He also felt strangely horny, as his suit seemed to be warmer, hugging comfortably around his adonis physique. A bit of precum leaked from his dick and into the fabric, and he smiled thinking about all the fun, sexy times he’d had with that outfit, and all the fun that was to come.

Assistant Coach (ASK)

The halls are eerily empty as you walk back to Coach Raymond’s office. School has been out for a week already, and seeing the place so empty gives you a feeling of unease.

As you walk into his office, you notice that it is empty. The hissing sound of a single shower draws your attention to the locker rooms. You tiptoe inside, careful to not to draw the person’s attention.

“Coach?” You say. There’s a moment of silence before you hear Coach Raymond’s deep, husky voice growl in reply, “In here kid!”

You don’t even think as you round the corner. You only stop when you see him naked under the hot water of the shower, and turn back in shame.

“Don’t worry about it, kid” Coach says, “I’ve seen you all naked dozens of times. It’s only fair.” You turn back slowly, being careful not to check out his bear-like body now soaking wet and glistening with steam. “Join me,” he says, lathering up his hairy pits, “I wanna talk more about the assistant position.”

“Are you sure?” you say, a lump beginning to form in your throat, “wouldn’t you prefer to just talk in your office?”

“Nah,” he says with confidence, “trust me on this one.”

You’ve always trusted Coach’s judgement, and getting in the shower with that hot meaty body seems increasingly more appealing.

You strip down, your skinny, post-high school body shivering on the cold tile, and make your way to the adjacent shower.

“Nah come here,” Coach says, “there’s plenty of room in this one.”

Your body tenses. You know you should feel uncomfortable, not just about being asked to assistant coach, but about being coerced into showering with the coach himself. Instead, the only thing making you uncomfortable is the increasingly prominent boner forming between your legs.

You walk into the heat of the water and let it wash down your face, warming your body. You’re just inches away from him now, and you can feel the blood rushing to your face. To your dick.

“So,” he says, “that position.”

“I really don’t think I’m qualified sir,” you say, only with a hint of reserve.

Coach smiles back at you, just mere inches from your face. “And why’s that kid?”

“Well,” you look down at your gangly body, “I was never the best in PE, or on the baseball team. I mean… look at me!” He does. You feel an unexpected surge of energy as his eyes pass over your naked body.

He smiles again, this time with a lot more sly. “I think I might be able to do something about that.”

Suddenly, his hands are on you. You tense as his rough fingers, weathered from years of lifting weights and swinging baseball bats, feel up every inch of your body.

You let out a sigh. Everything feels numb all of the sudden. You close your eyes and feel yourself expand with every breath. After a minute, you open your eyes and look down. You’re actually expanding.

You jump back. “Coach what are you doing?” a large muscle gut has formed around your midsection, and your pecs have started to double in size.

“Just relax kid,” Coach says as he cups his hands around your ass, “or should I say, coach?”

With that, you feel a weight pull on your waist as your butt triples in size, filling up with a mixture of fat and muscle. Pleasure hits you like a tsunami and you throw your head back, letting out a manly growl. You can feel him adding on years with every touch, packing your body with pound after pound of hot muscle and fat.

As his hands graze over your arms, your biceps bulge out and your forearms grow thick. As he strokes your neck, you feel your lats expand upwards towards your head. As he touches your face, a grizzly beard prickles out and settles itself below your cheeks.

He kneels down and feels your legs. They grow heavy as the muscle and fat begin to seep into your thighs, up all the way to your dick, which grows big and fat along with the rest of your body.

Finally, Coach reaches your head. He cups it in his hand, draws you in close, and kisses you. Your whole body tickles as a thick blanket of hair covers your skin. You are filled with such ecstasy that you barely even notice as the cum shoots from the tip of your monster dick, sealing your fate as Coach’s next big assistant.

“Damn,” Coach says, admiring his creation, “you grew much more than I expected.” You can only smile stupidly in acknowledgment; your head is still reeling from the sheer volume of pleasure you just experienced. Coach laughs, patting your back. “Here,” he says, “lets get that meat of yours into a jockstrap. We’ve got a lot of work to do, and I can’t have you shooting all over the place.”

Truth be told, life as an assistant coach is pretty sweet. Coach keeps you busy spotting the kids in weight class (when he’s not fucking your muscle ass behind the lockers, that is). Sometimes you think back to your days back at the school, being spotted by Coach Raymond himself, quietly wishing you could one day be as hot, burly, and muscular as him. But man, that seems like so long ago, doesn’t it?

Special Talent

We all have our special talents. Some people are athletic, others artistic. But me? I grow. Not myself, per sea, though I am working on bulking up my own muscles at the gym. No, I can grow other people. What does that mean you ask?

It was my freshman year of college, and while everyone was off getting laid, I was just coming to terms with my sexuality. I had a massive crush on Blake, the lacrosse quarterback with the chiseled face and jock physique. We were good friends but he was straight, going off and fucking basically every girl he could get his hands on.

Or so I thought…

It was the end of second semester. Finals had just got out and the lacrosse team was throwing a huge party at one of their houses. I was hesitant to go, but Blake had invited me and finals were close to over, so we decided to go.

Basically everyone in the house was half naked. Beautiful college jocks and their girlfriends running around drunk and sweaty. I turned my head to see Blake peel his shirt off, those worked out muscles glistening under the faux disco lights as he yelled for his friends to get us some shots.

The party went on, and it was becoming harder and harder (literally) to hide my erection, ESPECIALLY now that I was just in my thighty whites. Sure enough, Jake bumped into me on the way back from the bar, and I guess he felt my boner because he stopped, looked up at me and shot me a sly grin.

“What?” I asked defensively.

“Having too much fun?” he smiled. I didn’t know how to respond. How could I tell him that my hard on wasn’t for all the hot girls around me, but for him? “Here” he said guiding me up the stairs to one of the bedrooms. “I’ve got something I think you’ll like.”

Blake was always trying to set me up. I wasn’t all that special looking back then, and girls tend to have pretty good gay-dars. Still, it meant a lot that he was trying, though this was the worst out of all nights to set me up with a girl.

But when we entered the room, it was empty. “Where is she?” I started asking as Blake shut the door behind me. “Under the bed? In the close—“

I turned around and Blake was naked. His eight and a half inch cock flailing out between his thick legs. It was half erect.

“Don’t sweat it dude,” Blake said, “I always knew you were a queer.” I opened my mouth to defend myself but his lips were on mine. And everything disappeared except for us. “But you have to promise not to tell anyone about me okay?”

I noted obliviously, and he continued to kiss me. Blake, my best friend in the whole world, was kissing me, cupping my head in his calloused hands and running his fingers throughout my hair. I ran my hands down the crevices of his body, feeling the sweat, the head radiating from every pour.

He pushed me onto the bed and yanked off my shorts. He went down on me and I felt like I was about to cum right then and there. His mouth was so wet. So warm.

It was all a daze after that. The next thing I know is I was fucking him on the bed, his legs straddling my chest as his pecs bounced up and down the the rhythm of my hips. His hole was tight, but elastic. This wasn’t the first time someone had been in there.

“Oh fuck man” Blake said in pure ecstasy. “Fuck me bro, fuck me… oh my god, oh my—!”

And that’s when I noticed the changes. They were subtle at first. His arms would seem wider spread out on the bed, his ass would balloon up against my exposed pubes. But when I looked down and saw his face, tightening against an increasingly mountainous neck, I could tell: he was growing.

I tried to pull out but Blake grabbed my ass, pulling me in with his now bodybuilder arm. “Keep fucking me bro.” Even his voice was deeper.

“Blake… Blake let go.”

“What’s wrong man?”

“You’re… you’re growing! Look!” He looked down and, sure enough, he could not see over his pecs. He was ripped before. sure, but he was also proportionate. By now, he looked bigger than the average bodybuilder. And he was still growing.

“Aw fuck man” he said cradling those bulbous slabs of meat on his chest. “I’m fucking growing!” He wasn’t mad at all. Barely even surprised. I couldn’t tell if he’d just had too much to drink or whatever it was I was doing to him was making him more complacent. Either way, he was just begging for more. “Yeah man, grow me huge. Fucking grow me, man. I wanna get bigger.”

His hole grew more wet. His skin grew warmer. I had to keep fucking him. I leaned in (as far as I could) and kissed him while I continued to plow his tight ass. I felt his legs grow heavier and heavier on my shoulders. I felt his ever expanding chest push me away until I had to lean down to reach his lips. I felt his dick grow its way up his now eight pack abs and brush against my chest, pre cum dripping out of the tip.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” It was me who yelled first, and I shot my load into Blake’s ass. My body tensed, and I could feel the power surge from the tip of my penis into Blake’s body, which was now the entire size of the bed.

“GRAAAAAAAGH!” He bellowed, and the wooden frame snapped. He fell right out from under me to the floor as a literal torrent of cum shot out of his 15 inch cock and smothered the wall next to him. His gigantic chest heaved up and down as I was able to get a look at him from under the dim lights. I had turned Blake into a massive muscle freak. His arms were so thick he was practically immobile. His chest so large that his head seemed so small placed on top of it. His dick was as thick as a baseball bat, and his balls the size of cantaloupes.

“B—Blake?” I stuttered moving to him with caution. “Are you okay?” He only grunted in recognition. I really had grown him into something obscene. Something obscenely hot.

I haven’t grown someone quite as big as Blake. He was my first time, so I didn’t know how to control my powers. Now, I can grow someone with real precision, target different body parts, and even change people mentally!

In case you’re wondering how Blake is doing, he’s been alright. He was getting too big for my basement, so I bought a large ranch after college where I could keep him and the other men I transformed. Some of them come and go as they please. Some, like Blake, love the idea of turning into a full on muscle freak. They beg me to grow them bigger and bigger, until all they can do is grunt and grow.

Well, that’s my story! If you’re looking to pack on some muscle quick, I’m you’re guy. Now if you’ll excuse me, Blake is back at the ranch waiting. He’s gotten so big now it’s hard to keep fucking him. But don’t worry, we’ll get creative.

Struck by Lightning

It was raining more that day than it had in months, and Peter was dreading having to walk home from class. He’d forgotten his umbrella back at the dorms, so he’d resorted to just running through the downpour as fast as he could (without slipping) all the way home.

But home was still a ways away, and Peter found himself wet, alone, and practically in the middle of nowhere. Dammit, he thought to himself, these clothes are going to be soaking by the time I get back.

At that moment, there was an all too familiar CRACK, and a flash brighter than anything Peter had ever seen. He only had a second to register what was going on before the lighting hit and everything around him went black.

Am I dead? No, he was still alive, thank god. After a moment or two, Peter realized he had fallen to his hands and knees, and was panting as the rain continued to pound on his back. Had he survived? Was this some sort of miracle?

But as Peter started to get up, a aching pain surged through every fiber of his body, forcing him back onto the concrete. What was happing? Was I hurt? What’s wrong?? But before Peter could ask any more questions, the changes started to begin…

First, he felt his whole body get warm. Really warm, in fact. So warm that the rain was starting to turn to mist on his back. He didn’t have time to take off his shirt because as soon as he moved his hand, he felt the aching return. This time it was different. This time, if felt like every one of his muscles had their own heartbeat, and were throbbing in an increasing rhythm.

Peter looked down to see them writhing under his jacket, molding themselves. Growing and inflating so they stretched the wet fabric on his arms and over his chest, There was another crack, but instead of lighting, Peter felt his back bones shift, rearranging themselves into a much broader frame.

“GrrrAAAAAGGGHHH.” Peter let out a mighty roar as the now feeble sweatshirt split along the back, making a loud ripping sound and exposing his hot skin to the cool rain above. It was now turning to steam on his hot back, which was growing more and more with every breath.

His arms were next. His biceps tore at the arms of his sweatshirt, and his sleeves began to roll up his new veiny forearms as his arms began to expand into those of a professional bodybuilder, the mounds on his biceps now thick as hams.

Peter then felt his chest begin to surge. His stomach jumped and his back arched and Peter watched in astonishment as his pectoral muscles, perviously nonexistent, inflated like two large balloons on his chest. His shirt ripped down the front, and he thought for a moment that he had grown breasts. But when her felt them with his larger, rougher hands, he notices they were firm, muscular.

Damn, Peter thought to himself, I could get used to this. But before he could think anymore, he keeled over again, this time his abs curling up and defining themselves into a rock hard six pack. 

His legs tensed up as he felt this thighs grow and burst through the seems of his pants. His feet, previously a size 12, were now struggling against the rubber and fabric of his soaking wet running shoes. Two loud pops and Peter knew he’d lost those as well. What was he becoming??

He felt his face shift, his nose getting smaller, his jaw becoming more defined. His felt the tickle of his hair as it grew down to his shoulders, and the prickle of a manly beard forming on his face.

“What is—“ Peter tried to speak, but his voice dropped very suddenly. It now sounded much deeper, authoritarian, like he was some sort of god.

His clothes were in tatters, all except for his bright red underwear, which hugged the only part of him not throbbing with new muscle. As if whatever it was that had changed him read Peter’s mind, He felt one last ache and surge of power, directed this time down towards his pelvic region.

His glutes ballooned out, and Peter grabbed his ass, felling it grow right through the wet elastic in his fingers. He couldn’t tell if it was the rain or his own sweat, but whatever it was, it was a huge turn on.

Finally, Peter felt the very last muscle on his body grown warm in preparation for expansion. This time, he didn’t ache, or feel pain. He felt the horniest he’d ever been as his cock started to grow in his underwear. It grew and grew, stretching the elastic until he could see the outline of the skin pressing up and waiting to be freed.

He bellowed on more time, throwing his face to the stormy sky and letting out a powerful cry of ecstasy as the fabric tore and all ten inches of this thick, hard dick shot out and into the cool evening air.

A few moments passed where Peter, just kneeled there, on his knees, panting and admiring his brand new body. He grazed his rough hands over every inch of his chiseled muscle physique, flicking his nipples and running a finger down the crack of his ass. He didn’t care if anyone walked by, he hadn’t felt this sexual before in his life.

As if saving it for last, Peter ran his hand over his cock. Testosterone shot up through his body and he shuddered with immense pleasure. Before he knew it, Peter was stroking off, the rain still evaporating around him as his body grew hotter and hotter and hotter.

He closed his eyes and moaned loudly as he felt all his muscles begin to tense up. He groaned in his deep new voice. “Ohhh…. oh god… oh fuck!”

Another loud CRACK as lighting began to strike all around him. As it did, Peter came. He bellowed loud as rope after rope of cum spewed from the tip of his monster cock, his body contorting as it was wracked with the greatest orgasm Peter has ever experienced in his whole life.

When the sky was done shaking and Peter had stopped writhing, He picked himself up off the ground. His whole body felt alien, moving around in it, feeling his weight as he shifted from side to side. But it didn’t matter. He had to get home as soon as possible. Back to Asgard, where he knew his father Odin would be looking for him.

Thor chuckled a bit at the thought of being caught in the middle of a storm buck naked, but it excited him as well. He smirked, and sauntered off down the road in search of new clothes, a hearty drink, and maybe a beautiful woman or an handsome man to keep him warm for the night.

Assuming they can handle me, Thor thought with another chuckle, glancing down at his horse cock and striding back to campus, the rain around him finally beginning to subside.