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“A Little Dapper"

“Let's see... according to these calculations..." Lewis' voice faded as he spoke, he'd been pouring over his desk for three days now, he had not eaten, he had not slept he hadn't even bathed in this time. His fingers furrowed across his forehead, which was already made slick by the profuse sweat that had covered his brow. Muttering aloud often enough that people were used to it, but for those who were unfamiliar with his quirks, the goblin proved to be a bit of a nuisance. He checked his pocket watch for a moment, as if checking to make sure he wasn't late for anything and screamed in shock at the large man standing immediately behind him. “YEE JIMINY Horace! You gave me quite the start. What is it you need? Can't you see I'm in the middle of--"

“I'm sorry, Mister Lewis, but this is my last day in your employ."

Lewis gave a pause to his work to turn to the man who, for three years now, had been a silent but loyal assistant. “Wh-what? But Mister Horace I--whatever will I do?"

Horace shook his head regretfully. “I've already given my notice, you should have been interviewing my possible replacement instead of continuing your work..."

“But you've only given your notice yesterday, please you must give me time to--"

“You have had a full month sir." The man replied. “And now that my family is in need of my return I'm afraid I have to go."

“But who will be my butler? Who will-- who will assist me in these matters I've grown accustomed to?"

“Sir..."

“And...and Duncan? Who would dare leave without considering my poor sweet--say...where is that beautiful fat cat of mine anyway?"

“Last I checked he was eating his breakfast...and lunch in the kitchen doorway per the usual sir."

“Ah yes... but come now how could you expect--"

“I have already taken the liberty sir in putting an advertisement in the paper." He replied sharply, his nostril flaring in frustration at the goblin's absentmindedness. “Perhaps you will find someone to your liking?" He said, handing the goblin a newspaper opened to the personals column, featuring his ad in the largest font available for such a placement:

“Wanted - Eccentric goblin inventor seeks assistant in daily tasks and routines; must be versed in the proper mannerisms of butlering, cooking may be necessary, must be well kept, well groomed and respectfully honor each request provided as part of the tasks of employment. Salary is negotiable, but begins depending on expertise within a one-hundred-ten thousand yearly salary (May increase with experience). Cooking, cleaning, yardwork and petcare (feline) is required, along with answering house calls and guests as needed. Please contact Lewis Frizzle for appointments request; availability to start immediately is a must."

“Oh come on, Doris you know that's not me!"

Gideon Graham groaned as he put the paper down and started at the woman on the short-order grill. “I mean...me? A --...a man servant?"

Gideon was a chubby young man who had been out official work for years. He groaned, his fingers brushing through his thick, brown, shoulder length hair before planting his forehead on the counter. Doris, a forty-something woman scoffed before brushing her hand at the top of his head. “Hey. Hey now, get off." She said as she made him sit upright. “You can't get picky Gid. You haven't worked in months, do you expect me to keep giving you scraps? Half-ass cleaning tables for a quick lunch or dinner? No."

“Then hire me already!"

“Sweetie, you're a worse cook than busser, and I've got plenty of people to do that. Just look into it. I hear this guy is pretty well off, maybe he'll pay you top dollar to wipe his ass or...whatever butlers do."

“I think the term is buttle. And I don't know." He groaned. “I mean look at me, do I look like I come with English subtitles or something? What if he's expecting something more...refined?"

Doris stared at him for a moment before responding. “If he was expecting something “refined" honey, you probably wouldn't have heard about it to start with. Now come on, get your butt off my stool and go apply."

Gideon breathed through his nostrils and sighed, before grabbing his last piece of toast off his plate. “Fine. But if this backfires I'm coming back."

The afternoon sun was still burning high in the sky as Gideon arrived at the address on the advertisement; a lavish mansion that he'd seen hundreds of times over the last twenty years he'd lived in the city, he had barely made it to middle school by the time his family moved here and despite his desperate attempts to go someplace else, even for college he simply could not escape its entrapment. Approaching the large wrought-iron gate he couldn't help but remember how he and his friends once thought this place was haunted. He'd never seen anyone enter or leave, but as he approached the gate the guard seated in the alcove just out of sight of the street proved him wrong. He had a lump form in his throat as he stepped up to the man, who stared at him with a cold, blank gaze. His eyes looking him up and down.

It was then that Gideon realized he was probably not dressed his best for a possible job interview; black slacks and matching sneakers, a half-tucked button up white dress shirt that displayed his fairly pudgy body-type underneath. He quickly tucked his shirt in and brought his hair back with a confident sigh before resting an arm on the window. “Hello, I believe we spoke over the phone? I am here for an interview with Mister..." he examined the advertisement he'd used to call. “Lewis?"

The man stared at Gideon with all the disdain in the world, his eyes practically rolling back in his head. “I"m sorry, sir but the master simply doesn't have time for--"

“Oh cute kitty!" Gideon replied in surprise as an orange cat appeared atop the guard house, it stared at him with vivid green eyes; curiously watching as he took a step back and clicked his tongue. “Come here cutie... come on..." A moment later, the cat mewed and hopped down, landing on Gideon's extended hand. He purred gently as Gideon scritched his chin. “Aren't you a sweetie? I love cats--" Gid paused as he looked at the guard's station only to find the man had disappeared and the gate was open. “What the..." He frowned in his surprise before checking the cat's collar to read the name labeled on it. “Duncan? Huh. Well isn't that a cute name...let's see if this guy belongs to you, huh?" He said as he headed in through the gates that immediately closed behind him.

Gideon turned back to see the gate close, and to his surprise there was a slight fog on the other side, now obscuring the street. He turned back to Duncan, who had lightly jumped down from his arm and was now making his way quickly toward the mansion doors. Gid tried to keep up, but quickly lost sight of the cat as a gentle rain started drizzling down around him. The closer he got to the mansion the more intense the rain got until it had turned into a torrent of rain by the time he reached the door. “Hey! Hey! Is anyone there?" Gideon shouted over the sound of the rain and loud booming of thunder overhead as he pounded on the door. “Hey!'

He noticed a knocker, bold and brass in the center. Reaching up, he grabbed the knocker and brought it back. For a brief second his hand and his arm looked much, much larger. Almost beastly in size with a thick forearm and massive hand. In a panic, he dropped the knocker and pulled his hand back to see that it appeared normal all of a sudden. As the knocker struck the wood of the door though, he felt something else. Gravity. A strange, trap door had dropped open under his feet and suddenly the rainy, cloudy sky shrank from view as he fell. His screams echoed as is back met a smooth, metal surface, guiding him further down and deeper under the ground. Lights flashed around Gideon as he fell, greens and yellows, reds and blues all correlating with how far he'd fallen, he'd only realized he'd been falling for more than a minute by the time his screaming stopped and instantly; as if on cue, he was out of the strange dropping tunnel and sliding along the floor looking up at an incredibly...impossibly tall basement ceiling glowing overhead. Gideon's mouth was open as he stared up, somehow the ceiling looked almost celestial, like the sun and moon were looming overhead with many smaller stars also circling them in a dazzling display of light.

“C-careful!" A higher pitched voice made Gideon jump as he looked down to see a desk he'd been approaching, a glistening array of multi-colored vials wobbling from him nearly knocking into them. “These are very volatile chemicals."

Gideon had to look down further to see the man standing by the desk; he was a goblin, roughly four and a half feet in height, small even by Gideon's five foot eight inches. He had a bushel of hair on top of his head, slicked back in a refined manner, a pair of goggles over his eyes, accentuating his blue eyes and making them three or four times larger than normal. A thick bushy mustache that dangled over his lips even while groomed. As he smiled the man's whiskers curled up. “And who are you, dear boy?" He asked curiously as his hands brushed along the apron he wore. “Are you here for the interview?"

“Y-yes... I... I mean..." Gideon looked around in awe. “What is this place?"

“Oh this? It's simply my workshop." He replied as he turned off a switch and all of a sudden the overhead lights went out leaving them in what would otherwise be a distinctly average cellar. “Come now, we've got much to do today, I assume you've never performed a butler's duty before?"

“Y-you mean...I've got the job? But we haven't even had an interview yet!"

Lewis hummed in amusement as he looked Gideon over. “Oh you'll do, I am obviously not a stickler for being picky about those who would help me." He smiled as he approached the staircase, a familiar looking cat perched at the end of the banister, who meowed and rubbed his cheek on the goblin's finger as he passed and gave him a pet. “Besides, you've already completed the interview that matters." He said with a bemused expression. “You have no idea how many people just don't like or pay attention to cats. Duncan seemed to grow a liking to you, so I have no doubt that I too will." He gave a chuckle and had a bit of a hop to his step that Gideon couldn't help but smile at, finding the older goblin rather endearing.

As they exited the basement, Gideon was again taken aback by the sights of the house's interior. It was literally a mansion of what seemed like endless shelves of books filled to the brim that were also spilling out into the floor so that very little of the flooring could be seen as they walked along the arching walls and high ceilings made it look much like the cellar looked with its ceiling illusion turned on.

“As you can see, my friend. I am in some desperate need for assistance around here, I often get so wound into my work that I tend to forget the important things like...sleeping, or eating. I need someone to assist in cleaning, lift heavy shelves, tidy up the books. That sort of thing--you do do some heavy lifting I assume?"

Gideon avoided answering the question directly; how could a small chubby guy like him, after all be such a weakling when it came to things like this?

As they made their way through the house though, Gideon did feel a distinctive chill in the ends of his extremities. He brushed a hand over his arm, it must have been cold in the house because he could feel his bicep tensed up and it felt a little tighter than he expected. They made their way up the spiral staircase to the second floor and continued down the halls; more laden with more shelves and more books, it was astounding. “Have you read all these books?" He asked.

“Yes, lad. Every one of them." Lewis said unabashedly. “Being a scholar I feel that it's in my duty to pour myself into my studies. Now, this is your room..." He added as they approached a large arched wooden door about halfway down the hall.

“My room?"

“Y-yes, these are the assigned butler's quarters, I believe they've left in a list of duties as well...were you not planning on staying?"

Gideon shrugged a bit. “I wasn't even sure I would get the job."

Lewis smiled brightly and with a grunt, pushed the door open into the massive, spacious room. As they walked in, Gideon could have sworn his last apartment was smaller in size, a great stained glass archway window covered the other side of the room with a little moon port in the top of it that looked up into the afternoon sky. A plush bed rested nearby with a large tuxedo draped across it, a crimson-red bowtie laid out across the collar. “And this is the mantle of the butler; suits like these have been custom made for any servants that I have hired on. Unfortunately they didn't seem to have that gumption I need in a companion."

Gideon picked up a sleeve of the tuxedo and his expression twisted in confusion. “This is way too big for me."

“Really? Are you sure?" Lewis asked, not really paying attention before his gaze snapped. “Huh, how strange that's never happened before, my tailor has never been wrong."

“Yeah...I mean for something like this I'd have to be at least..." He looked again, his heart began to pound in his chest at the insinuation. “Eight feet tall?"

“Oh bother. Well then, I suppose we will have to commission you another suit, for now I suppose your current outfit will do."

“You're wanting me to start now?"

“No time like the present my boy. I think the most glaring concern are these stacks of books. If you could organize the shelves, move any that have slanted out into the hallway inward and out of the paths and dust. Dust like the devil himself, I think that would be a good start." He plucked a small pocket watch out of his pocket. “I-I'll pay you for the full day of course, and if you'd like to commission ahead of time I could pay you for a full year of your services, money is of little matter to me so long as you get the work done."

“I--I..."

“No need to fret about it immediately, Gideon. I have some business in my lab upstairs that I must attend to. Please do make yourself at home and begin when you are ready. Dinner is usually promptly at five-thirty, if you can bring it up by then I should be ready."

Gideon nodded and smiled. “Yessir. Of course."

“And please no need to be so formal with me. Lewis will do fine, 'sir' was my father." As he started to walk away he paused. “Oh, and it would probably be best to work your way from the top down. It is a bit more cluttered up there, coming down will rely more on the moving of the furniture." He smiled and nodded “Have fun! And do feel free to ask for help if you need it." He said with a chipper humming as he headed out of the room, leaving Gideon alone.

The highest point in the house was the attic, and it definitely was a cluster of discarded books and paperwork, as he pulled back the drapes and brought up the shutters, visible piles of dirt wafted through the room, making him cough. As he began to dust he soon worked up a groove, which he would empty a shelf of books, dust them and he would put them back. He was being careful and trying to keep the books in an alphabetical order. He would dust clean and replace the books. Starting at one at a time, he soon grew comfortable replacing two tomes at a time, then four. These books were heavy at first, but as he grew used to their heft, it became easier and easier to move them. It became somewhat cathartic to see the end results of his organization, moving from shelf to shelf, getting faster and more confident with how the books were organized. He then got to a point where he would lift an entire stack of books to slide them into the newly cleaned shelves. Something felt good about this, he began to thoroughly enjoy this, the surge of energy coursing through him was getting more and more intense. He could feel his arms getting tighter within the confines of his shirt and by the time he moved down to the third floor of the house to continue his work, his shoulders and his chest felt constricted under his shirt. He didn't mind it though, to him, this felt like a natural progression as he grew more confident in doing his tasks.

The third floor was much more of a mess, the shelves were less dusty but he still felt the urge to pull the books down and to clean them. But several of them were crooked, to the point that even Gideon noticed them. He would push the shelves flush against the wall, with considerable exertion of his strength he could move the books, straighten the shelves and clean them off, then put the books back. He hadn't even realized he'd begun to sweat until his hands slipped on a particularly slick part of the shelf. He looked down to see that his pectoral muscles had grown and were now pushing hard against the fabric of his shirt. He lifted his shirt up and off his body before admiring his newer shape. “That's weird..." He thought to himself, he'd never seen muscle grow that fast before. As he walked past Lewis' office he raised his hand to knock, but thought about it. “No, no I don't want to distract him from his work. I'm just going crazy that's all..."

“Mrow?"

Gideon jumped before noticing that Duncan had joined him in the hall. He gave a sigh of relief. “Oh, hey kitty..." He answered with a sweet tone, scratching the willing cat's head as he leaned into his pets. “Do you know what's going on?" For a brief moment after asking that, he could have sworn he saw Duncan nod. But the lazy orange cat simply purred and stretched before slinking his way off again. Leaving Gideon even more confused. After a moment, he forgot about knocking on Lewis' door and went back to the tasks at hand. It took nearly two hours but Gideon managed to finish up his chores on the third floor, eventually finding it easier to move the shelves one-handed even though they were stacked with books, he found that he was moving them effortlessly. He moved to the second floor, which was far less dusty, but the book shelves were in need of reorganizing and moving around even more at this level. He moved from room to room, effortlessly lifting and moving shelves with ease from one side of a room to another. He would lift them to dump the contents and then organize the books, then lift them easily to fill each shelf. Each time he could feel himself getting stronger, his body tingling even more now he could feel his calves and his glutes flex every time he would bend down and stand up again. He started to move these shelves one handed, lifting them into the air and placing them into their collective places. He was dripping sweat on the floor, leaving a little trail behind him that he would then go back and correct. Something was very strange here because the shelves on this floor seemed quite a bit shorter, Gideon's face was at level with the top shelves, allowing him to see over them easier whereas before he had to stand on his toes just to dust the top shelf Them getting shorter had to be the only possible explanation.

Gideon dabbed his forehead off with a cloth he'd found, but it smelled familiar, as he turned it over he realized that he was actually using his shirt as a sweat cloth. He flapped it out thoroughly, wrung it dry and then went to put it on. This time it was incredibly tight and as he put his head, and his arms through them, he could hear the fabric start to tear. This would have frustrated him, but the feeling of warmth spreading through his body was enough to distract him. He passed by another type of shelf on this floor, this one with glass doors on the front, and not only did he catch himself looking at his reflection which looked completely different... “That's just some trick of the light, no way I'm that big..." But also he noticed a fairly obvious and strange patch on top of his head. As he touched it, he could feel a strange tingle, he could feel a bristling sensation across his scalp and as he drew the hair back he shrieked in surprise at the follicles of hair beginning to drift down over his face. “And...I'm not balding, I can't be balding!" He exclaimed in panic as he turned completely toward the glass and began to thumb through his hair. The more he messed with it, though the more it seemed to respond and the more hair seemed to drift away from his fingertips. “AHH! What's happening?!" He exclaimed at this realization. His heart racing the more he examined himself, his features and--he put a finger on his upper lip to look in close. Was that a mustache suddenly beginning to form under his nose?

Gideon grasped the shelf he had been working with and lifted it to move it to the corner before realizing that it was still full of books. He then thought how strange it was that he had been lifting hundreds of points without exerting himself, and yet he was still sweating so profusely that his pectoral muscles were dripping through his shirt. As he sat down to collect himself, he heard a distinctive, long and impressively loud rip as his pants split down the middle and along the inseams if his legs.He reached down instinctively to grab his pants and that caused the shoulders of his shirt to do the same thing. He shrieked in shock and clambered to his feet. He was huge! He bumped his head against the overhanging lantern and grabbed his head. The underside of his shirt arms ripped and he wheeled around in a blind panic before running toward the staircase. This started when he got here, he had to get out of here... he had to get out now!

As he hit the bottom of the stairs he ran toward the door, and was nearly there when he heard; “Gideon? Are you leaving already?"

Gideon turned to see Lewis standing on the second floor landing looking at him, a curious expression on his face. “What-what's happening to me Lewis? I'm huge! How did I... how did this happen?"

“Oh dear. I'm so sorry to tell you this, but it seems you've been chosen by this house to become my new butler." He descended the staircase with a cheerful demeanor. “I mean even if I hadn't already decided, the house...this place I've built with my intuition and magic has chosen for me. And your body has been made suited to the task it seems."

“So being a big...hulking brute is this house's way of saying...it likes me?"

“Indeed." Lewis said with a nod. “And might I say you are looking quite dapper with that mustache now..."

As Lewis pointed it out, Gideon ran his fingers along his face, only to find a thick handlebar mustache now along his face, having grown in thicker and bushier in the last few minutes than he'd ever seen before. “But--But Lewis I..."

Suddenly, from above, Gideon noticed a brilliant and massive chandelier hanging overhead as his ears picked up on the supports break away and heard the massive crystalline object drop, quickly closing the gap between its secured hooks on the ceiling and the small goblin standing below. “Lewis!" He shouted in warning, reaching his arm out and deftly catching the chandelier like catching a baseball with a catcher's mitt, only three inches above Lewis' head.

“Wh-why, my boy!" Lewis exclaimed in surprise as he looked the man over. “I-I do believe you've just saved my life! Incredible!" He breathed a sigh of relief as Gideon put the massive five-hundred pound decoration gently to the floor. “Well I must say this calls fo ra celebration! I will go get cleaned up, I think it's time we used my dining room for its intended purpose. Why not change into something a little more...dapper and join me for this evening? I'm sure you are hungry after such a trying day."

As Lewis turned to leave, a sudden urge overwhelmed Gideon has he watched the goblin's butt move in that fairly tight pair of dark pants he was wearing, a sudden stirring within him suddenly ramped up as he watched. His breath hitched as somewhere inside him he let out a deep rumble before he tore his gaze away and exhaled sharply. Finally he started up the stairs, heading toward the butler's quarters as well, peeling off the remainder of his clothes as he made his way to the room. Closing the door behind him, he ran his fingers over his face, he was almost unable to control the lust inside. As he looked back toward the bed he saw the suit; the closer he got to it the more he realized... “A perfect fit..."

Night had fallen by the time Lewis entered the large dining room; the staff had gone to their own quarters by the time he had arrived, but the food on the table was still piping hot. He seated himself beside a dome containing a meal just for him. And one across for someone else, he was dressed in a soft silk robe, his house pants and a loose shirt underneath. His eyes widened as the door opened and Gideon walked into the room.

Gideon was completely unrecognizable from when he first came in. He stood like a massive golem in the doorway, around eight feet if not a little taller, his hair had a bit of a horseshoe pattern in it, leaving mostly the sides and back in tact with a trickle left along the center slightly darkening most of his scalp from the gleam of lights reflecting off the sheener parts. Lewis swallowed hard.

“Is...that you, dear boy? I barely recognized you by the shape of your mustache.

Gideon said nothing for a moment, he simply walked across the room, his tuxedo tight against his body, black with a dash of color across his neck, his red bowtie a sharp contrast to the rest of the outfit. Shiny, well polished shoes. And as he approached, he noticed Gideon's massive bulge pressed tight against his pants, he closed the gap and placed a hand on Lewis' robe. Lewis' eyes looked down at it and he stammered. “Oh--so you like it? It's made custom from--NNHH?"

Without warning, Gideon's lips met Lewis' drowning out any sounds of objection by driving his tongue clear into the goblin's mouth and deep into his throat. Lewis' fingers gripped the suit, his nails scratching along the fine felt fabric as he inhaled sharply, surrendering his own control to the other man's lustful want. Gideon started to move, carrying Lewis effortlessly as he continued to kiss him. The goblin's toes curling in his slippers caused his slippers to fall off. His hands moving from Gideon's shoulders to his chest, grabbing at the jacket as he was taken upstairs and they entered the butler's chambers. The moonlight coming through the massive windows creating an amazing ambient glow and just as sudden, he found himself thrown down onto the bed. Lewis reacted with a grunt as he bounced, but Gideon didn't let him land before pushing his robe back over his shoulders and with a forceful grunt he tore the shirt right down the middle, exposing the goblin's dark green torso and with a growl of pleasure, Gideon plunged his face into it. He dragged his tongue over Lewis' nipples, saliva drizzling over his skin and chest hair as he eagerly moved from one to the other. Lewis moaned loudly, feeling the man's mustache tickle his skin, his tongue plunging into his arm pits, one and then the other, adding them to his exploration of his chest and nipples. He grabbed Lewis' waistband and slowly drew down his pants, feeling Lewis' flesh spring out, slapping against his torso the lower he fell.

“Ahh s-slow...slow down!" Lewis begged breathlessly as his hands grabbed Gideon's balding head, feeling the follicles separate and bounce back as his nails slid over the hair. He wanted him more, but he didn't want to appear-- “Ahh... f-fuck..." His tongue stopped his objections and Gideon knew it.

Gideon eagerly pulled Lewis' pants completely free and he spread the goblins cheeks apart and he immediately felt his tongue coat his lips before driving his tongue deep into Lewis' gaping hole. Lewis howled out in pleasure, his hands moving from Gideon's scalp to grapple on the sheets under him, practically tearing them apart as the massive man pushed him forward, lifting his legs as he inhaled the goblin's scent. His body was still wet under his suit, increasing his own musk as he loomed in over him his green eyes practically gleaming with lust as they struck a beam of moonlight looking at him.

“Ahh! Y-yes! Yes!" Lewis' eyes rolled back as he arched his spine upward, providing a lift for an eager Gideon to drive his tongue into him even harder.

Gideon smiled, slowly retracting his tongue for a moment. “Well, you did hire me to... buttle for you." He said smartly as he continued his work, his tongue driving in, twisting deep within before slowly letting it sliver along the remainder of Lewis' taint inhaling the musk, tasting the sweat, tightening his lips around Lewis' balls and creating a long streak of precum to start to drip from him. He continued up now, wrapping his lips around the goblin's taut, throbbing shaft, pushing back his foreskin with his tongue and moaning to the taste. Wet, loud slurps filled the room as he held Lewis aloft, bringing his lips all the way to the base and bringing it back. He tasted him, he inhaled him and began to work and twist his maw around it.

“Y-you... ahh... I'm g-gonna..." Lewis paused as he felt Gideon's finger on his lips, stopping him from speaking, which instantly drove him to the edge. “Ahhhh!!!" He cried out suddenly as floods of seed began to wash over Gideon's tongue, filling his mouth, making his lips glisten in white as it spilled out. He didn't even break a moment, he swallowed, then encased Lewis' mouth again with his lips, meshing his own flavors as their tongues tangled again.

Gideon reached down and used his free hand to separate his belt, he unfastened his pants and dragged his zipper down, releasing his own gargantuan member, already glistening and throbbing. It was almost as big as Lewis' thigh and Lewis looked at it with more than a little trepidation. He pressed the tip to the goblin's hole and sheathed it slowly at first, feeling the entrance work around his invading flesh before he pushed in with a grunt. Lewis let out a loud cry of pleasure and pain as his body was suddenly stretched to its limits and beyond, His mouth was again occupied with Gideon's as his muffled screams vanished between them. Lewis' hands wrapped around Gideon's massive frame, his legs impossibly split as the butler began to drive into him again and again, fitting into him like a cock sleeve spreading him hard and diving into him deep as his rhythm grew faster and faster. Lewis felt himself getting hard again, his cock sliding along that butler's coat. Eagerly, he began to work at the buttons of Gideon's jacket and his dress shirt, spreading them apart to reveal his thick, muscular body the warmth of his flesh sandwiching his cock between his bulging stomach and Gideon's muscular abdomen. He was close to climaxing again, he couldn't believe it. As his eyes rolled back and his nails dug into Gideon's arms he came again soaking the space between them with his own thick scent of sex.

This seemed to be enough for Gideon, who growled in pleasure and then thrust in as far to the hilt as the goblin's body would let him and he came with a roar, lifting his head to cry his climax to the room. Geyser after geyser shot deep into Lewis, who held on for dear life. It was as if a fire hydrant had gone off in him, almost pushing him away with every powerful pulse, flooding him, causing him to fill almost to breaking point until the seed began to explode from his hole, soaking Gideon's balls, sending cascades of white down into the linens under them as they wrestled in glistening, lustful glory.

Lewis wasn't sure if he'd simply passed out, or fell asleep in Gideon's arms, but the next thing he realized was that the dawn was peering in through the window. He breathed in deep and let out a sigh, feeling his body had been stretched to its limits and was slowly returning to normal. Looking back over his shoulder he noticed Gideon was still there, still half dressed in his butler suit and snoozing with one massive muscular arm draped over him. He felt Gideon's flesh, still half-hard against his ass, his robe was gone and Gideon's face was planted hard into his neck. “Oh dear..." He said feeling Gideon rouse. He smirked at the man, his hand groping Gideon's ass through his tight dress pants, making him push forward against him. “You--you've turned out far better than I would have expected, my boy." He said.

“I thought you may have liked that." Gideon said before looking at his own body. “Is...this a permanent thing? I mean I..." He thought. “I feel good."

Lewis grinned at the subtly dull reaction to the magics in play, as he turned to see that Duncan had come to pay them a visit and was again leaving the room, the cat's curly tail vanishing past the door. “Well...I'd say as long as you want it it's yours."

THE END?