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Andrew was talked into going to what some of his personal friends have said is a very unusual restaurant. His friends, who shall remain nameless for the time being, told him how amazingly great the food was, and that the service from the staff was keen on keeping them satisfied. What they didn’t know though was that the restaurant was picking and choosing certain patrons to try and experiment with their secret recipes and experimentations. After spending a few minutes at the bar in the restaurant, he and his good friend Terrence chatted with the hunky bartender about random goings on in the world. They both remarked at how incredibly well-built and friendly all the guys there are, and how they don’t seem to care how skinny both himself and his brownish-skinned friend are. Eventually, Andrew notices that most of the people that were dining in the restaurant have left. Terrence asks the bartender if they need to leave as well, but they are both reassured that things are going as planned, which seems a bit odd to both young friends. Terrence is then approached by a few members of the restaurant staff and is asked a couple of questions. It appears that they are wanting him to try out some of the new recipes that they are developing for additions to their menu. Andrew admits that he is a bit jealous that they went to his friend first, but one of the buff staff members smiles and quickly invites him to come along as well. The two skinny men look at each other and agree to the proposition and are ushered into the back of the restaurant. They are surprised to see that there is another table set up for people to sit at and eat. The three men that are with them pulls the two chairs out for them to sit in, as well as one for one of the staff members. He sits directly left from where Terrence is sitting, while Andrew sits to his African American friends right. The man, who clearly spends a great deal of time in the gym, is well tanned and is wearing a pair of grey slacks and a white shirt underneath his restaurant attire, looks as if he could burst free from his clothing at any given moment. His giant arms leave nothing to the imagination as their huge veins can be seen beneath the fabric of his shirt. He has a thick reddish beard and is incredibly handsome. He tells them both to sit down so he can start going over the itinerary for the evening. “Hello my friends. Well, I hope we can be friends. My name is Bryson Chambliss. I will be your host tonight. You have both been selected to taste a few of the new recipes that we are testing out for our menu that may or may not be added in the future. I hope you are both hungry.” Both young men shake their heads yes in unison and mumble under their breaths about how they really like Bryson’s British accent. “That is good to hear. The chefs here at Myostatin Grill wanted to catch you both before you ordered something already on the menu.” The man signals for the other two beefcakes to leave the room. Andrew and Terrence look at each other again with a puzzled look on their faces. Andrew starts asking questions. “So, what exactly are we taste testing? Is this something that we should be concerned about, health wise? I don’t want to end up in the hospital after this.” Bryson lets out a low grunt. “I don’t think you will have anything to worry about, what is your name mate?” “Andrew Mason.” “Ahh Andrew. Is it okay if I can call you Drew? It suits you much better.” “I suppose that is alright.” “Perfect!” The two friends are calmed down by his laid-back attitude and they both clearly find him very attractive. The man hasn’t taken his eyes off Terrence this whole time except to address Andrew with his questions. “And what is your name, mate?” Bryson stares into Terrence’s eyes and smiles. “Umm...Terrence Garrett.” “Nice to meet you, Terrence. What is a nickname that I can call you by?” The lanky 5’7 black 23-year-old looks at him in confusion. “Uh...I don’t know. My friends call me Deron.” “OH! I really like that name mate. I will call you that from now on. My name is Bryson. The taste testing will begin soon enough for you both.” After a few more minutes of random chatter between the two young men, two members of the kitchen staff bring out two trays with appetizers on them. The men are asked what they would like to try from the trays, and both agree that they would be interested in the chicken wings. Bryson smiles at his staff and shakes his head yes, before saying to the two unsuspecting guinea pigs, “I think you will both like these quite a bit.” The wings are put on small plates and put in front of them. They are asked what they would prefer to drink and are given water for Andrew and Terrence asks for an energy drink, which gets a rather muted response from the British server. The young black man then decides that he will get a water as well. Bryson starts talking again, as the kitchen staff return to the back once again. “I don’t know how you both like your wings, but I think you will both notice a slight difference in the taste. Eating proteins can sometimes lead to some very interesting sensations after a few minutes of digestion. This is why we need you to be honest with your assessments of the recipes that we use here.” Before we move forward with the story, I want to point out that Andrew is wearing a long-sleeved white polo shirt, blue jeans, black belt, a pair of boxers, black socks, and a pair of Nikes. Terrence is wearing a loose blue button-up shirt, black jeans, black belt, white socks, no underwear, and a pair of blue Converses. Andrew and Terrence are also both clean-shaven. Bryson watches in earnest as the two men take a few bites of the wings before putting them down on the plates. Andrew looks a bit disgusted, while Terrence looks relatively satisfied. The buff restauranteur grins as he sees the 23-year-old’s face light up. Andrew tries to hide the fact that he hates how they taste. “It is okay if you find it disgusting Drew. Their taste isn’t for everyone.” He can see that Terrence wants to eat more of the wings. “Go for it, Deron. Feel free to get more of them if you wish.” Andrew watches as his friend continues to eat more of the wings and shakes his head. Bryson is turning his full attention to what the African American is doing. “It seems that the recipe is to your liking, mate?” “Mm, oh very much, bro. They taste really good. They have a nice seasoning on them, of course I have always liked spicy food.” “That is great to hear, Deron. Drew, would you like a free meal on the house from Myostatin Grill? We can get anything for you.” Andrew can see that he is no longer going to be treated the same way as his friend and it is starting to annoy him. “Now hold on a minute. I thought that we were both going to do this. I don’t like the taste of the wings; can I have so other appetizer maybe?” Bryson turns to give him a wink. “Well, a part of the process is to see whether you can get past the first course of the meal. You said that you didn’t like the taste of the wings we provided you. The rest of the dinner will likely not change the way that you feel about the taste of the food. Each of us responds to the recipe in different ways. We are willing to provide you with a meal that you would probably like.” Andrew decides that maybe he should go ahead and accept the free meal, but he also feels like Terrence may be in some kind of danger without him there with him. “Terrence, are you sure that you want to continue with this? I am not sure what is going to happen without me being here with you.” The smiling young black man turns to him and says, “I will be fine Andrew. In fact, I have this overwhelming hunger to keep going. I feel almost euphoric.” His 24-year-old white buddy sighs and says, “Alright Bryson, where do I go now?” The buff man pushes a button as one of his staff members comes in and escorts Andrew out to the main atrium where he will be provided his food. Bryson goes back to focusing his energy on the black man. “Are you starting to feel something happening to you, Deron? Like maybe your body is tingly or perhaps your muscles are getting a bit sore, mate?” Terrence stares back at him and can feel his cock starting to ache. He lightly moans as leathery stretching noises start emanating from every muscle fiber in his body. He is now looking down and notices his forearms and biceps are slowly expanding as the veins surface and swell ever so slowly beneath his bronzed skin. His nonexistent pecs now have contours and are slightly visible beneath his shirt. He can feel his quads starting to fill in the space inside his jeans. His cock, nicely thick and girthy, has grown an additional inch as it stretches down his left leg. He feels it as it brushes against the denim, his veiny sheath now clearly visible beneath the fabric. Bryson reaches down underneath the table to pet it, grunting as it leaves a wet spot on Terrence’s jeans. The young black man jumps slightly but is also lightly moaning. He is no longer the skinny 23-year-old that entered the restaurant. His face is now more defined and has grown a bit of a beard as well. His clothes fit better also. The buff man sitting beside him has started to massage his left arm. “Feels good, doesn’t it Deron? I know it does. The same thing happened to all of us in the restaurant. We sort of stumbled upon the recipe by accident. Of course, this is not meant for the public because that would be an absolute catastrophe. It is a shame that your friend didn’t like the recipe, but that just means that we can have a bit more fun without him here.” Bryson has taken his host jacket off and is now wearing just his white shirt and slacks. His outfit does very little to contain the mass beneath it. He flexes his huge pythons, which are straining the hell out of the sleeves of his shirt, as they ride the edge of his bloated shoulders. His lower body looks like it is painted to his pants and his cock is now clearly visible. He is getting turned on clearly. “I imagine you are still hungry, mate. Let’s just move on to the main course.” The kitchen staff brings him a dish that makes his eyes light up. “Wow, it is a brisket. Oh, and it looks amazing. I can’t wait to eat it. It smells incredible too.” “I definitely think you will enjoy it, Deron.” After savoring it for the next several minutes, the athletic African American leans back in his chair and sighs as it permeates his insides and his senses. Bryson motions for the staff to take his plate away as he stands up to get behind him and begins to rub on his shoulders. “I know that had to be even better than the wings, right mate? I am glad that you approve of the brisket because things are about to get very interesting.” Bryson makes eye contact with Terrance again and tells him to get up from the table. He leads him over to a sitting area with a big couch and a very unusual looking chair. He tries to get the young man to sit in the chair, but he is stumbling a bit. The Brit attempts to get him to focus again. “I have a very unusual question to ask you Deron. Is there a bodybuilder that you have ever wanted to look like? Or maybe you have wanted to meet one to have some fun with?” “Huh? Uh, I have never thought about any of that before. Why are you asking me these questions? Oh wait...I know why you are. I am turning into one, aren’t I?” Terrence bolts for the door that himself and Andrew entered in the very beginning. Bryson tries to keep up, but he is not as small and agile and is attempting to keep pace. The young black man’s buddy can hear him calling out his name and runs over to where he is. They both manage to get away from Bryson and his crew for the time being by finding an empty office and locking the door behind them. “I knew that there was something wrong with this entire scenario Terrence.” The athletic 23-year-old African American is sweating profusely and is breathing heavily but seems really happy at the same time. “No no bro... He has done something great for me. He was wanting to keep you from enjoying the experience and was going to stick me in some chair to hold me down so that he could mess with me, I think.” Terrence can feel his body getting ready to grow again. Andrew wonders if he is okay. “Are you sure you are alright dude? Hmm...I just noticed that you have a beard and... oh you have bigger muscles.” They can hear someone trying to get into the room and there are voices saying “Deron” and “Terrence” behind the door. The two young men open the one window in the office and climb through it. Surprisingly, there is no one on the other side. When they reach the ground below them, Andrew is stopped by his friend. They are now outside of the building. “BRO! I am about to grow again. Fuck, I think I am going to get REALLY BIG!” Andrew watches in amazement as he sees Terrence swelling in front of him. His forearms and biceps start ripping through his sleeves revealing his dense expanding vascular bronze cannons. “OH YEAH DREW! It feels so good. I can feel myself getting more powerful with every second that passes.” The growing hulk’s quads are now ripping out of his jeans, making him moan in delight as his huge brownish cock hangs out the left side of one of the openings and starts dripping precum all over his leg. His shoes are no match for his growing feet as his socks rip like paper. “Oh my god Terrence, you are going to be so fucking...HOT!” “Drew...I want you so fucking bad. I want to be the one to turn you into a beast like me. MMM...my back is getting so fucking massive.” The black hulk grunts as his delts and lats start to tear through the back of his shirt. He can feel his pecs stretching the buttons on his shirt to their limits as his ass blasts through the back of his jeans. He is now breathing down Andrew’s face as he makes his friend feel him as he grows. “Feel how huge I am Drew. Big, mother fucking dense black muscle. I had no idea that I needed this so much. And I need you too.” Andrew hears several tearing sounds coming from Terrence’s pants as the beast’s huge cock rips itself free from them and is rubbing up against his chest. The black beauty’s pecs are now blasting the buttons off his shirt as they are revealed. Huge, heavy, incredibly vascular like the rest of his body is. He tears his shirt off and moans as he continues to feel himself swelling. His friend is now lusting over him as he stares in awe at his black friend’s huge frame and is feeling all his muscles. “I can’t concentrate Terrence; you are the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life. I mean...” The hulk grunts as he lifts him up and locks his lips on Andrew’s. They kiss for quite a while, losing track of whether they are still being hunted by Bryson and his crew. Terrence holds him tightly against him, flexing his huge 22” guns and grimaces as he flexes his pelvic floor, ripping the last remaining fabric away from his body as his belt splits in half and his jeans fall to the ground. They finally stop kissing. “Mm... I admit I have wanted to embrace you for months Drew. I wasn’t about to let some random guy I don’t know take this away from me. I mean...he is hot, but he isn’t you.” Andrew is petting Terrence’s huge pecs making him sigh in pleasure as he is put back down on the ground. The hulk’s huge 11-inch cock bounces in anticipation of being milked as it starts to be stroked by the black beauty. “Ahh...I am so fucking hot for you bro. I want to drown you in my boys and watch you become like me. I don’t even fucking care if we are found at this point because this is between the two of us now.” Andrew is now down on his knees and is caressing Terrence’s bloated quads, running his hands down between each split and kisses both, making his partner sigh deeply. He eventually makes him stop stroking his cock so he can have a go at it. “Let me make this beautiful muscle spit on me dude. I have wanted to...mmm...” He slowly starts to slide his friend’s huge cock down his throat and moves back and forth in very slow movements. Terrence tries not to yell in pleasure as he bucks his hips and squeezes his ass. Andrew smiles as he looks up into the beast’s eyes. He moans tasting its sweet nectar as it flows into his gut. He pulls it out as several strands of precum drape from his lips to its cockhead. “Oh, fuck dude, we are meant to be. I can take this beast and I want your cum.” Terrence quickly shoves his cock back inside Andrew’s mouth and hastens his thrusts. His moans are getting louder and deeper as he feels his massive load starting to flow into his cock. Andrew looks up into his eyes again with lust as the beast sighs dumping his thick protein into his partner’s body. “OH...FUCK BRO... I had no idea that you could take my beast so easily.” Andrew gags a few times as a little bit of his partners cum drips off his chin and onto his polo. He stops sucking to let it continue to fill him. He is now closing his eyes and moaning softly. Terrence is wondering what is going through his head. He opens them when his partner asks him a question. “You okay Drew?” He pulls his cock out of his partner’s mouth so he can speak. “Oh, I am fine dude. I can already feel something happening inside me. You were right when you thought that your ‘protein’ was enough to grow me. I never got the chance to eat anything in there because you ate your food so fast. I am really happy I waited because...whew...it feels like it is going to start at any moment.” The black hulk helps him up to his feet as he braces himself for what is about to happen. Terrence rubs his back slowly and watches as Andrew’s face begins to grow stubble. He unzips his jeans and pulls his cock through his boxers to let it hang freely. He can hear his muscles making stretching noises as he rubs his chest. “Ah I can feel the hormones pumping through my brain dude. Your cum is so powerful.” “You better believe it bro. I am anxious to see you get huge like me.” Terrence now has one of his hands on Andrew’s cock as it swells in his grip. He grunts as he sees his white friend’s lower half starting to stretch his jeans. The growing beast lets out a few manly yelps as he feels his pecs expanding under his hands. His feet have now started to rip through his Nikes as his socks tear in half. He lustfully stares into the black beast’s eyes and moans. “You are turning me into this gorgeous massive beast Terrence. I love it so much.” The black hulk is now stroking his partner’s huge 10-inch cock as it starts to leak all over his huge hand. His other hand is squeezing Andrew’s swelling right bicep as it slowly starts to rip through the sleeve. He can hear the growing beast grunt as his mammoth quads burst through his jeans and keep expanding. His traps are now tearing seams along his neckline. “FUCK YES! RRAARRHH! Oh, I want to just tear everything off, but watching myself leave my puny me behind is too exciting.” Both beasts moan loudly as they watch Andrew’s pecs start to rip out of the front of his polo. The sound of the fabric giving way sends them both over the edge as they blast cum in two different directions. Two huge heaving golden-haired mounds of power emerge ready to be admired. His thick and blocky six pack is also in full view. “AHH YEAH! What an absolute rush. I didn’t think I was going to cum like that, but the feeling of just hulking out was too much.” “Yeah bro! I was incredibly turned on myself. We crossed streams.” Andrew rips the rest of his polo shirt off to start flexing his gargantuan 21” guns and to show off his expanding back. His jeans are now falling apart as his glutes rip completely out and his belt splits in half the same way Terrence’s did. He goes ahead and destroys the rest of his pants and boxers and tosses them to the side. The two beasts embrace as they start to get more acquainted with each other’s hulking muscles. In the midst of their transformations, the two hulks had no idea that they were being watched by the others. Bryson had witnessed the entire sequence from both men and didn’t want to interrupt. He had his own cock out and was blasting cum multiple times from inside the office they were in. Other members of his crew were feeling themselves up as well. The buff Brit starts making loud grunting noises from inside the window to get their attention, which works for a few seconds. They stop focusing on each other to turn to look up. “Hello mates, I would like to congratulate you both on joining us here at the Myostatin Grill. It is obvious that the recipe is a complete success as you Deron, have become a big bloke like us, and passed your own protein on to your friend Drew. I did wonder if you were going to be a problem.” The two hulks smile as they lovingly punch each other in the chest. They both say a few words to Bryson. “We both thought you were really hot Bryson, but you were so shady. You were trying to get me out of that room so fast. If it wasn’t for Terrence, I don’t think I would still be here right now.” “Yeah bro, I care deeply about this white hulk. He has always been there for me, and I wasn’t about to leave him out of this.” “I can understand that guys. That doesn’t matter anymore, now does it? My guards are going to let you back in through a side door. We need to discuss what the next move will be for not only you two, but for whom the recipe will be offered to next.” Two huge men are now trying to get them to go through a side door, but Terrence is messing with one of them. Andrew starts laughing because he knows that he can put up a fight, if need be, as well. Bryson starts to sigh to himself. “Okay guys, I get it. You are both as big as the rest of us, but what you don’t know is we can get even bigger if it is necessary. Don’t make me tell them to take the booster.” One of the men pulls out a syringe and gets ready to plunge it into his partner before Terrence yells out that he will cooperate. “Good, just come back inside so we can discuss the future. You both will likely enjoy what I have in store for you.” Both Andrew and Terrence are led inside by the two men, who quickly close the door behind them. Bryson shakes his head and makes sure no one is around before talking to himself. “I love this job so much, but getting to this point can be so frustrating. I will have to work really hard to get that black beast away from his white knight. He is going to be a BIG problem for sure. I can sense an aggressiveness with him. They do complement each other, but I need Deron’s obvious ability to turn runts into hulks. Mm... just thinking about him filling me with his seed makes my muscles sore with pleasure. Anyway, time to work my magic.” Bryson zips his pants up and leaves the office to go find the two beasts. It is just another night at the Myostatin Grill.

Hey everyone, this storyfied roleplay takes place within the universe of my previous demi-story and tells another tail. Enjoy! --------------- Credits to the following (discord) role-player’s I met to create this: JonasCopperwire, growingwolf, Lyra Strings Copyright disclaimer: I don't own any picture. I link every source if possible. Please contact me or a moderator in case of demanded removal.

Hey everyone, I had been posting two versions of this storyfied roleplay but found a way to fuse the alternative version into the orginal one! Enjoy! --------------- Credits to the following (discord) role-player’s I met to create this: JonasCopperwire, lorelollo Copyright disclaimer: I don't own any picture. I link every source if possible. Please contact me or a moderator in case of demanded removal.

BEFORE YOU READ: hello!! Here is my newest fanfic! The plot is Etna is bored and uses some fetish from a smut she saw to play a trick on Laharl. She gives him ABC Gum secretly laced with special ingredients that cause the overlord to grow and… lactate?! Yeah sounds a little weird I know but I really wanted to write something lactation related and I just defaulted to Disgaea. I doubt Etna would do something like this to Laharl but as the tags suggest.. I was horny will probably edit if needed I kind of did whatever I could to make this fic work because, again, I wanted to write something lactation related, so I used my headcanon of Flonne loving fanfiction as the back bone (?) of this story. I’m also not sure this is exactly m/f since there’s no sexual intercourse, but there is lewd breastfeeding so… take that with what you will. Now, onto the fic!! ——— “Man, I’m so bored.” Etna complained, kicking her feet idley as she laid on her belly, making an attempt to get rid of her maddening boredom. “What the hell is there to do? Both Flonne and the prinnies are sleeping so I have to wait to do anything with them, and I think I might go insane if I go back to scrolling on my phone.” Etna rolled onto her back and released a long sigh, pondering on anything possible she could do. “Is Laharl up? …nah, probably not.“ suddenly, like a lightbulb went off in the girl’s head, Etna’s eyes widened and she flew right up. “Hey! I could think of things to do to him when he wakes up!! That would be fun~” She giggled excitedly, then threw herself near the edge of her bed. “Eheheh, all that stuff Flonne introduced me to earlier has given me so many ideas~” what was she talking about? Well, earlier, Flonne had introduced her to a genre or type of stories known as “fanfiction”. Etna later did her own digging and discovered dozen upon dozens of fanfics that were on the more unique side… and by that I mean fetish-filled kinkfest fanfics. Originally, Etna found these fics weird to say the least, but now they gave her some really good ideas for how to mess with Laharl. "Hahaha, maybe I can inflate prince Laharl! Or maybe I can spank him!" Her mind raced, dreaming up all sorts of new ways to fuck with him. "Waaaait, maybe I can do something that’ll make him feel good, and then after that do something that he’ll hate! That sounds like it'd be fun~" Etna thought, getting even more ideas. Of course, she didn’t want to actually hurt Laharl, so anything that caused him actual pain was automatically off the table. “Hmmm, welllll… something that would definitely make him feel good is him growing big and strong, but what is something that would then embarrass him? Hmm… hmm. Maybe lactation? Yeah, that definitely seems like something that would make him feel humiliated! Just thinking about him feeling and seeing milk seep out of his nipples is already making me giggle!!” Etna grinned to herself, rubbing her hands together excitedly. Now that she had some ideas for humiliating the prince, she figured she should start acting on them soon. It was the next day, and Etna spend most of it looking for ingredients for her planned mischief. She had made the prinnies research and tell her all the ingredients she needed. And after getting through all of Flonne and Laharl’s nagging, she left the overlord’s castle to get everything she needed. By time Etna came back, it was night. Normally, it didn’t take her long to return to the overlord’s castle, since she was usually out alongside her fellow companions, but since this what one cod call a solo mission, it took longer to defeat randoms who got in her way. “Finally… I’m back…” Etna yawned. The demon girl was absolutely exhausted, but she knew that this was the best time to move on to the next step of her plan. Laharl and Flonne were both asleep, but the prinnies still had an hour until their two hour break, meaning Etna could force them to make this thing for her, and she could just finish it herself if the prinnies didn’t in time. Etna then had to plan how she would get Laharl to Etna’s desired state. She figured she could lace whatever would be made using her acquired ingredients into some ABC Gum and then give it to him, and then gift it to him. The prinnies would know what she was doing, but she wouldn't have to worry about them telling him. “Hey, prinnies! Sooo, I have a favor I need you guys to do.” Etna slid over to where the prinnies were working their asses off, as per usual. The sweet voice Etna had put on sent shiver’s down the prinny’s spines, she never talked to them like that… “One hour before our break? C’mon, let us just do the normal stuff, dood!” One of the prinnies complained, sweat drops dripping down its body as it saw Etna immediately grow annoyed. “Be quiet you damn ass! Do you wanna be the next prinny I use for my throwing games or somethin’?” Etna asked, the prinny in question swiftly shaking its head. “Eheheh, that’s what I thought, anyway, I need you guys to make me something.” “What is it dood?” “Maybe I could tell you if you weren’t cutting me off…” Etna growled before grumbling something that the group of prinnies couldn’t decipher. “…now, what I need you guys to make is a potion. The details don’t matter to y’all, so don’t ask. Now-“ the demon girl pointed to all the spot where she put all the ingredients. “Get to making. I’ll be in my room so just go to it and lemme know when you’re done, ‘kay?” The prinnies nodded, and the girl turned around and waltzed to her room humming a tune. “Man, all this for a single sardine a day? How cruel, dood…” - About half an hour later, one of the prinnies walked up to Etna’s door and knocked on it. “Master Etna, we finished the potion dood… do you want it?” “Uh, hell yeah I do! Hurry up and bring it over here!” Etna called from inside. After a moment, the prinnie opened the door and brought the potion over to her. “Here, Master Etna. This is your potion.” The prinnie placed the item on the table where Etna waited. “Thanks, now hurry up and get outta my room, you and all the other prinnies still have a half an hour or work to do.” Etna ordered, the prinny nodding before hurrying out of her room and closing the door behind it. “Heh, that was a little quick, they better have made it right or I’m gonna be pissed!” Etna laughed before grabbing a piece of ABC Gum from the top drawer of her nightstand before getting up to grab the potion from another table across from her bed. “Now, how the hell do you lace shit? And how much do I put in there?!” Etna muttered to herself as she started to mix the contents of the potion with the gum, hoping that she was doing this right. She then let the gum dry off before placing it back in its wrapper as neatly as possible. Shortly after that, Etna snuck into Laharl’s room. Unsurprisingly, he was sleeping soundly, but she needed him awake for this. “Hey, prince, would you pleaseeee wake up~?” Etna said in a soft voice, trying again when she got no answer. Then again in a slightly annoyed tone, and then she dropped the sweet voice entirely when she still wasn’t receiving any response. “Okay prince, wake up already.” Etna tried once more, only to hear the prince groan... was he finally waking up? “Who dares wake me, the great Laharl, from my slumber…?” Laharl asked in a sleepy voice, yawning as he opened his eyes. He looked at the source of the voice, to see Etna standing there. “Etna? What time is it…?” “Oh, you’re finally awake! Uhhh, it’s pretty late, but I do need you for something so don’t even think about gettin’ mad at me for waking you up so early. “ Etna explained, her hands on her hips as she stared down at the overlord. “You see, I got a gift for you.” She smiled sweetly. “A gift? Heh, glad to see that you’re finally appreciating your overlord, Etna.” Laharl smirked. “Now, whats the gift you want to give me?” “Oh, it’s this.” Etna said in sync with the hand that presented the ABC Gum to Laharl. “Euh? Wait, what? Are you serious? Your gift to me, the supreme overlord, is ABC Gum? This feels like an insult more than anything…” Laharl mumbled. “Eheh, this is a special kind of ABC Gum. I got it while I was out earlier.” Etna grinned. “Ah, so that’s why you left without me earlier.” Laharl said, getting a nod from Etna is response, who was wondering if the prince was actually believing her made up story. “Yup! I searched far and wide for this. So c’mon, take it~” Etna said, nudging the gift closer to Laharl at a slow pace before he took it from her hand. “Hmph. I suppose it isn’t bad… just a bit odd.” Laharl shrugged as he held the gum in his hand, unwrapping it shortly after and placing the gum into his mouth. “It’s good, isn’t it?” Etna asked. She was praying that it was, because if it wasn’t Laharl would just spit it out and her plan would probably fail. She was surprised that she got this far either way, she worried that Laharl would’ve been suspicious of her, but she assumed that the boy was just too sleepy for any sense of suspicion to kick in. “Yeah, it tastes alright.” Laharl nodded, Etna releasing a mental sigh of relief as she watched him chew the gum. “So, do you have any other gifts for me?” Laharl asked, Etna shaking her head. “Nope, that’s all I could find.” Etna replied, Laharl clearly disappointed by the lack of results. “But hey, at least you have some tasty gum, prince!” ‘When are the side effects gonna kick in? I can’t watch him chew gum forever…’ Etna thought to herself, watching as Laharl continued to chew the gum before he swallowed it. ‘Ew.’ She thought as the gum entered Laharl's stomach. ‘The side effects better kick in soon or someone is gonna feel my wrath.’ Luckily, Etna got just what she wanted when the side effects kicked in. Laharl began to sweat and feel an odd tingly feeling all throughout his body. “The hell? I've never felt this way before…” The overlord said, “my whole body is tingling. Is that what was special about that gum, Etna?” Shit, what answer was Etna going to come up with? She had gone this far, and she would be enraged if her plan was foiled right as the true fun began. Actually, did she even have to give him a reason now? I mean, the side effects were already kicking in, so it was probably too late to do anything about this situation. Oh well, she thought as she decided to just go with the flow. “Yes, the gum has a special effect on the consumer, the consumer being you, of course.” Etna explained, hoping that Laharl wouldn’t act up. She knew that it was inevitable though. Laharl looked down at his legs, which were now starting to grow stronger; his muscles becoming larger, thicker and more defined. His thigh gap shortened more and more until it no longer existed entirely, and his quads bulged out. His hamstrings and calves grew in length and thickness, transforming into a thick mass of muscle. His feet expanded, enlarging them to become bigger than they were before. His torso was next; his shoulders widened and became wider than they were before, and his chest expanded as well. With a thrust, his pecs formed and enlarged, pushing out his pectoral muscles and making them stand out more. He looked down at his stomach, rows of abs forming across his abdomen. “Damn, I'm getting really buffed up~” Laharl said. He couldn't believe it. He was always tiny, and now, he was gaining massive amounts of muscle within the span of mere seconds. It was unbelievable how fast his body was changing, and this transformation only inflated his ego even more. ‘God damn! The prince is getting big!” Laharl’s arms were next in line; his biceps and triceps bulked up, and his forearms became more muscular, their size increasing. His back, especially his lats, grew in girth, making them look even wider than they were. His traps also grew, pushing out his neck and giving him a giant, manly look. “Heheh, I’m so big…” Laharl said, flexing his muscles in front of Etna. She was impressed by the changes her gift had caused. Her plan had worked perfectly, and Laharl was growing more and more muscular every moment. Laharl’s ass also changed shape, growing in width and size. His cock and balls swelled up, pushing out against his now tight shorts, causing them to strain, revealing the outline of his erect cock underneath. He blushed slightly at the sensation but tried his best to ignore it. His feet grew a little more which caused his feet to break out of their cramped enclosure, ripping his shoes apart and freeing his feet. Finally, Etna remembered the next part of Laharl’s transformation; the lactation. That’s right, that was what she planned to contrast with the prince’s mighty muscle growth, the thing that was meant to embarrass him beyond belief and make this whole situation all the more entertaining. Suddenly, Laharl turned his focus to his pecs. His nipples were throbbing and hardening, creating two large, round, pink circles. They were practically screaming for attention, and he felt something creamy flowing from them. As he looked down at his chest, the milky white liquid poured forth, oozing out onto his muscle tits and running down his body. His face grew beet red as he realized what was happening. "H-Hey, wait a minute!" Laharl yelped, "What is this?! What's going on?!" Laharl squirmed as he experienced the tingly sensation of his lactation. Etna giggled at the next side effect taking hold, looking at the breast milk seeping out of the overlord’s pecs. The male was so embarrassed by it, and his embarrassment only made this whole ordeal all the more amusing. “What the…” Laharl said, clutching his chest and trying to stop the flow. However, as strong as his hands were, they failed to stop the flow, and the milky white liquid continued to ooze out of his breasts… as well as some of it just getting on his hands. “Ugh, why are my boobs leaking like this?” He was just so proud, and now he was red with embarrassment. Etna laughed, enjoying her latest plan unfold. ‘I hope this isn’t actually hurting the prince…’ She thought, worried that her gift might somehow cause harm. But the truth was, the milk wasn't harming Laharl one bit. The milk didn't hurt him. In fact, it felt good. Still, Laharl’s face continued burning with embarrassment as he watched his milk flow out of his muscle tits. The prince’s body glistened with sweat and his body temperature rose as he turned to face Etna, who proceeded to look up at him. “I didn’t know that was part of the gum’s effects…” Etna lied. “That’s pretty crazy though, prince.” “You don’t think I knew that…-? Mmmn…!” Laharl tilted his face to the side and closed his eyes as the sensations continued overwhelming him. The overlord released faint pants every couple of seconds, and he failed to notice Etna’s sly smile thanks to his shut eyes. His breathing grew a little more heavy as he felt his cock throb, even if he couldn’t see it, he knew one thing for certain; as much as he felt embarrassed about his breast milk, his body loved it… It definitely wasn’t hard for Etna to notice Laharl’s massive bulge, begging to be free from its cloth confines. It throbbed and ached, threatening to rip through Laharl’s underwear and shorts, both of these being incredibly tight and hardly fitting him anymore, they were way too small for his enormous size. ‘Huh, I didn’t think he’d be enjoying this.’ Etna commented mentally. ‘His body is totally betraying him! This is thrilling!!’ The girl managed to hold back a joyful squeal that would have definitely gave her away if she were to let it out. After a few short moments of a flustered Laharl spilling copious amounts of milk from his hard nipples, his shorts and underwear gave up on containing Laharl’s manhood and his belt snapped along with both materials ripping to shreds, revealing the surpreme overlord’s package. It was long, thick, and stood straight up… Laharl didn’t seem like the type to be well-endowed before, given how small he was, but there was no denying that his transformation had gifted him more than just great muscles! His balls were big and full of semen as well… Speaking of semen, a smidge of precum formed at the tip of the behemoth of a man’s penis and ran down the base, coincidentally at the same time some more thick, creamy milk dripped down his titanic pecs. To be honest, Etna would be lying if she were to tell you that she wasn’t at least a LITTLE turned on from the sight, and it only made it better that she was the one and only viewer… however, her arousal was paired with a sense of curiosity; she wondered if Laharl’s lactation tasted good. I mean, the milky substance looked good enough, so the red-haired demon girl figured that it’d have a taste that went along with that. And so, the demon walked over to her ‘master’, getting a whiff of his scent. Laharl finally opened his eyes and turned his head back to his vassal, being reminded of just how burgeoning their size difference was; Etna was initially taller than Laharl by a few inches, but now Laharl was taller than Etna by a few feet! “Etna? What are you- gah!!” Laharl gasped as he both felt and saw Etna latch her lips to his tasty-looking muscle tit, getting ready to make Laharl breastfeed her. “Sorry, prince, I’m just curious! I hope you understand.” Etna ‘apologized’ before proceeding to begin her sucking; the demon girl sucked on the demon boy’s nipples slowly and gently, getting a taste of his tit milk and humming as she felt it flow down her throat. ‘Mmm, this stuff is pretty good! I sorta expected that, but still, damn…’ Etna thought as she continued drinking down all of the milk Laharl was offering, the titan squirming and whimpering as he was hit with another source of pleasure, only adding to the pleasure he was already experiencing. He barely knew how to react to the overwhelming waves of stimulation that hit his body over and over again, all he could do for now was release subby moans and whimpers with a flustered face. He was still embarrassed of the fact that his nipples were producing milk, yes, but the intense amounts of pleasure he was feeling was beginning to overshadow how humiliated he felt. Then, Etna’s eyes widened as she felt an explosion of muscle tit juice happen inside of her mouth, and she struggled to swallow all of the creamy, milky substance. Some of it leaking out of her mouth and onto her chin or the floor. The girl then moved one of her hands to Laharl’s large, unattended, meaty pec and began to fondle it, turning her eyes to it and watching as the giant’s thick, white lactation spilled onto her hand. ‘Man, I’ve never seen the prince act like this. He’s rock hard, I wonder when he’ll cum, eheh.’ Etna wondered as she continued suckling and groping the blue-haired boy’s gigantic muscle boobs. Laharl’s shaft throbbed and twitched as the hunk’s orgasm approached rapidly, butterflies forming in the overlord’s stomach as he felt himself getting closer and closer to reaching his climax. Etna didn’t hold back, though; she lapped at the mighty overlord’s rock hard tits, slurping up the milk they produced like a total pervert… eventually, Laharl couldn’t handle the heavy waves of pleasure, and his orgasm plummeted towards him before hitting him like a train. “O-Oh… ah… Etna…~” he panted right before his release Laharl had gone over the edge, and he finally had his orgasm. “Aaaahhh~!!” He moaned loudly, bucking his hips as his fat cock spurted out rope after rope of potent cum, as well as another explosion of delicious breast milk into Etna’s mouth. Laharl’s cum landed pretty much all over him, and a little bit ended up on the floor as well. “Mmm- oh…~!!!” He moaned and whimpered as his orgasm continued for what felt like forever. It was crazy that he had this much sperm stored inside of his balls, it was a golden sight for Etna to see her master spill his load all over the place. After what felt like forever, Laharl’s orgasm subsided, and he was seemingly snapped out of whatever slutty trance his horniness had put him in, his cock softening. “Fuck…” he cussed under his breath. “The prinnies will have to clean this up later… the hell was up with that gum, anyway?” He asked, panting as he went through the afterglow of his orgasmic bliss. “Yeah yeah, I’ll make them make you some new underwear and shorts too if you want.” Etna answered. “Of course I want that. I’m not a big fan of public nudity!” “Really? To be honest, I always kinda thought you seemed like the type, especially now that you’re so big.” Etna commented, pulling away from Laharl’s jacked body. “…” Laharl blushed once again. “Speaking of being so big; seriously, what was in that gum?” He asked yet again, not leaving Etna alone about it until he got an answer. “Uhh… some unique ingredients… thats why I gave that gum to you as a gift.” Etna said, sort of beating around the bush, Laharl giving her a suspicious look in response but ultimately deciding to let it go. “Whatever… at least these new muscles I got will help me in battle.” Laharl smirked, flexing his sexy, gigantic bicep and bouncing his enormous pecs. “Anyway, I’m getting tired again… I’m going back to sleep. You should go to sleep too.” He laid back down, his bed barely being able to handle his massive size and weight. It was sort of a humorous sight, at least to the overlord’s vassal, that is. “Eheh-“ she giggled, “sure. Night night, prince~!” She left Laharl’s room and got back to hers, plopping down onto her bed. “Man, I really am exhausted now… I wanna read some more of the type of stuff Flonne recommended me… *yawn* goodnight…” and with that, the girl’s plan was a success.