Lizard Noises Large glass of mocha, large briefcase with research documents, and large pants to contain his second “package.” Fabric strained and groaned, stretching around his biceps. Monroe had to be careful not to flex to rapidly, lest he tear holes in his sleeves thanks to the bowling balls that were his biceps. Meanwhile, string frayed, and a button popped over the basketballs that were his pecs. Giant, beefy barrels that they were, the common collared lizard rolled his eyes. Soft-spoken and calm, he muttered, “Welp. There goes another one.” Rubbing over the smooth, bright yellow scales and deep Dijon mustard yellow scales dotting his head, Monroe had a conundrum on his paws. What to do about the shirt? He couldn’t afford to drive back and pick out another, it was an early day for him. Brainiac that he is, plenty of colleagues were waiting to hear his speech from his recent neuroscience study. What were the odds that one button would be unprofessional? Besides, it was chic to let things loose, right? Considering his muscle mass, most would excuse it as an understandable wardrobe malfunction, and others…well, they’d enjoy the sight of the reptilian Adonis’ figure. Downing the last of his glass with a loud ‘glup’, the lizard scooped up his briefcase with one paw and made a hasty exit from the café. Chiming bells echoed in his eardrums as the door swung open and shut. Dawn had only broken an hour ago with mist still thick in the air, cold condensation dampening his skin as his powerful thighs propelled him to the hourly trolley car. [b]BANG![/b] Steel whined under his weight as his shoe landed on the first step. If he hadn’t be so focused on catching the ride, he would have seen the entire car rattle from his weight. Monroe ducked underneath the roof and carefully shimmied his way to the back seats. It had become common courtesy for macros to take the far seats to make room for micros and normal sized furs. Thankfully, nary a soul could be seen besides the trolley driver at this hour. Even the odd vagabond or graveyard shift worker couldn’t be found this time. Perfect. Claiming a wider seat between two poles, Monroe got himself comfortable, putting his briefcase on a free seat to his right, leaning back in his seat, and giving his legs and enormous bulge their own space to reign over. Cambridge was only a few kilos away. Bobbing his head to an inaudible tune, Monroe started to recall all his bullet points, talking notes, and favorite dad jokes for ice breakers. While the trolley’s wheels screeched to a halt, the lizard bounced out of his seat with startling speed. Dexterous use of his tail allowed him to flip the briefcase to a standing position for easy grabbing. Amazing what training muscle control in addition to bodybuilding can do. Dipping his claws into his back pocket, he tugged out his smartphone. Eyes widening, he noticed the time. Two minutes late! Grunting, the reptile shoved the device into the pocket covering his firm bubble butt. Charging down the stone path, the rush of air he created as he ran was enough to disturb the morning dew on the blades of grass flanking the walkway. Each step generated a rumble that shook gravel. Each stride put his massive, muscular physique to use. Each leap and bound strained his clothes, one button at a time. [b]BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Riiiiip.[/b] Finally, Monroe could hear a part of his garb give under the strain. He could feel it too, as his bulge went from carefully packed between his legs to swinging hard enough it could trick a seismograph! “Hmmmm…damn. Guess the button at the café was a jinx”, Monroe murmured. Halting himself, the lizard leaned forward to get a good view over his pecs. Fabric still covered his groin adequately, but it had gone from looking well endowed, to showing his real size. Monroe’s legs were covered entirely by the outline of his nuts while a distinct, long, wide length traveled down between the balls. Looking between the imposing building towering in front of him, and back down the lane he raced through, Monroe sighed. Trudging forward, each leg effortlessly pushed his hyper genitalia forward as he searched for his stage. Rhinoceros men in tuxedos, elephant women in dresses, wolves in button-downs, otters in blazers, and more were slowly seating themselves in the amphitheater. Chairs were filled, chatter commenced, and people stared as the large lizard took the stage. Many affixed their gaze to the large package he hauled with his legs. Confidence is key. Letting his dick get in the way would be the only way this conference would end in failure. Poker face holding, Monroe performed one last mic test and cleared his throat. Unlocking the briefcase with two nearly silent ‘click’s revealed a cache of knowledge. [i]Studies of Serotonin Production and Use in ‘Hyper’ Individuals Nervous Systems[/i], his recently published article, got a rise out him. How oddly well timed. He just had to hope that he would have enough in his system to avoid embarrassing himself on during his speech. Questions were answered, minds buzzed with activity, and Monroe caught more than one person shifting in their seats to avoid having their arousal detected. Giving a bow where he pressed his snout to his balls upon completing the speech, applause erupted from the aisles. Some furs clapped more vigorously than others, but it was always appreciated, the staring too. Descending from the stage, he caught one wolf in particular gazing particularly hard. Politely nodding, the reptile began to haul beefy, voluptuous ass (and enormous balls) back to the trolley stop. With the presentation going overtime too, he’d have to remember to give some courteous apologies to all his coworkers back at the lab, but such is life. Climbing aboard the trolley once more, he crouched down, and carefully strolled to the back seats. Behind him, he could hear the clicking of claws on the metallic floor. Glancing over his shoulder, his curiosity showed him that same wolf he had nodded to. “Uh…brilliant speech today, sir”, the canine spoke in a soft, meek voice. He didn’t raise his head up, preferring to stare at the ground. Tail docked and ears flat, the tan fur on his back and creamy fur on his underside seemed to be well groomed. A student, perhaps? Sitting down with a loud ‘thump’, Monroe reclined in his seat. “Thank you. Hope it was insightful.” Cheer in his voice, the lizard flashed a smile, showing the sharp teeth he had in a friendly way. Noticing the wolf shuffling his feet around, Monroe tapped a seat beside him. “T-Thank you”, the shy wolf whispered. Sitting with a significantly softer ‘thump’, the wolf slid next to Monroe, being mindful of the large nuts. “You headed to the inner city too?”, Monroe asked. The uniform the wolf was wearing wasn’t Cambridge, or anything nearby. “Yes…I was actually headed to your offices, Mr. Lehner.” “Oh? Needed to see me?” “Indeed. I wanted to ask for permission to study your papers. My university doesn’t have access to any databases with your papers available.” Chuckling, the lizard patted the smaller wolf’s head. “I’m flattered. You could simply email me though.” “Well…and I, uh…”, the wolf stammered. Squirming in his seat, he awkwardly wagged. In response to the pets or discomfort, Monroe couldn’t tell. “Wanted to meet privately?” “Yes! Indeed!” Those were some of the first words the canine spoke clearly. Diminutive stature carried over to his personality. He seemed too timid to answer directly. “Alright. Well, we’ll have some time when we arrive to discuss anything you need, mister…”, Monroe held out his paw, prompting for a name. “Uh, oh! Titus! I’m Titus.” Silently riding from there, only the sounds of the trolley hit Monroe’s eardrums. Occasionally, he caught Titus staring at anything between his biceps, balls, thighs, or pecs. [i]“Hmph. Pretty cute wolf.”[/i], Monroe thought to himself. Titus’ mannerisms and shy disposition gave him a positive impression of the wolf. Quite the dichotomy, canine fidgeting in his seat, reptile calmly taking in the ride. They only shifted once their stop appeared. Bustling streets, buildings only three or four stories high, and a sidewalk now completely taken because of Monroe’s balls. It was a short walk to the office building around the corner, the longest part of the travel being the need to climb the stairs since the elevator car couldn’t contain all the lizard. Key in paw, Monroe opened the door to his office. Bookshelves on the right filled with numerous neuroscience texts, a solid oak desk finished with a dark varnish, two small chairs placed parallel to a coffee table in the center atop a yellow, floral rug, and a potted fern at the back, near the windows. A typical office, now filled with a macro, hyper lizard. Grabbing one seat beside the coffee table, he gestured to Titus to take the other. [b]Click.[/b] Closing the door behind him, Titus began to skip to the seat. Dusting himself off, he cleared his throat. “So, um, in addition to those papers I wanted to read, I also did want to discuss, um, a…study of dopamine I discovered.” “You don’t need to hide anything”, Monroe winked. Sealed in a room, the scent of Titus’ heat was obvious. On cue, his dick pulsed in his pants, the fabric barely concealing any details at this point. Laughing nervously, “Uh…um, I…I’m sorry”, Titus stuttered. A dark stain began to spread from his groin. “Naaah. Don’t be. Remember, I’m a neuroscientist. I know how these things work.” Flexing his cock, the massive, meaty shaft burst through his clothing. Sky blue dick now free, it began to harden, a pink head poking out of the foreskin. If the scent of Titus’ heat was obvious before, it was buried under the musk Monroe made. “O-Oh!”, the wolf exclaimed while covering his eyes. Poor acting gave him away, as the rapidly wagging tail revealed his true thoughts. Putting his paws underneath his sac, Monroe began to tease the wolf. Lifting his planetary nuts up and down gently, a dollop of pre began to drip out of his rod. “No need to be shy.” Shaky legs held the wolf up. Leaping over the coffee table, he immediately shoved his face into Monroe’s balls. Sniffing deeply, the muscular lizard’s musk melted his brain. “Aaaaaah~ Thank you.” Eagerly stripping himself of his clothing, Titus fell deeper into the gravity of the reptile’s orbs. Shutting his eyes, Monroe basked in the attention. When was the last time he had been able to enjoy this? Lightbulbs went off in his mind while his dick began to poke the ceiling. Happy rumbling in his chest, he adjusted his position while the testosterone fueled his desire. “I could use some help here too, if you don’t mind.” “Not at all, Mr. Lehner! Happy to help however I can!”, Titus exclaimed before returning to nuzzling lizard nuts. “Just call me Monroe.” Pushing down on his dick, the rock-hard rod eventually touched the floor. Tugging the foreskin back, Monroe clarified, “Mind climbing inside? Been having a hard time with this all day.” “W-What?”, the wolf shouted, confused. Leaning down, Monroe locked eyes with the canine. Blinking, green spirals of different hues intermingled in his eyes. It was so cute, seeing Titus’ bewildered expression soften into a dull, mindless one. “Don’t worry. It’ll be fine. You’ll love this”, seductive tones creeping into the reptile’s voice. “Uuuuuh… Love it”, the wolf said absently. Sparks fading from his eyes, the timid wolf let his inhibitions drop. “Yeah. Climb into my balls”, Monroe teased, tapping his balls with one paw at the same time. Not needing to be told twice, the nude wolf hopped over the head of scientist’s dick. Clear, thick pre formed a bead over the urethra. Planting one paw on each side of the massive prick, Titus began to shove his face into the hole before him. Musk may have tantalized the wolf, but the earthy taste and smell of the pre frenzied him. Monroe’s composure broke when the wolf shoved his snout down his shaft. Grunting, he began to rub over the entire length. “Deeper”, was all he would say. Message delivered, Titus easily shoved his entire head within the head. Size and arousal had worked in their favor, making Titus’ passage easy. Nothing remained in the wolf’s brain to stop him. Wood groaned and the chairs squeaked. One solid thrust allowed Monroe to swallow Titus with his dick. A large, lewd bulge in his urethra contained most of the wolf. Only the legs and tail were left. Reclining in his seat, Monroe interlocked his fingers behind his head and grinned, watching his dick point to the ceiling while Titus made his way down. Dark, warm, wet walls of muscle and tissue encircled the canine. Pre coated all parts of the canine from snout to claw. It was impossible to tell how much his own horniness was making him wet with how productive Monroe is. Tingling spread from his clit and vulva, a reward for obedience. Haze blanketing his mind, the wolf smiled as he excitedly approached his new home. Further, further, and further down the bulge traveled down the narrow tunnel. Deeper, deeper, and deeper still Titus sank. A minute later, he reached the base. A second later, he disappeared into Monroe’s groin. While there was no noise, there was a tactile, sensual feeling in Monroe’s balls. Titus landed safely, rubbing up against his balls pleasurably. Monroe didn’t need an MRI to know what his brain was doing now. Immense testosterone from his family jewels and rising norepinephrine and epinephrine levels from stimulation meant one thing: orgasm. Closing his eyes, Monroe grunted as he felt seed surge through his cock. Each pulse brought with it a hefty load of lizard spunk. The cleaning bill would be costly but getting a new cock companion was worth the trouble. Pulling his smartphone out once more, the lizard found his boss’ number. “Salutations. The meeting is running long. I’ll be a bit late.” “…” “…” “Very well. Just get the work done.” Patting his filled balls, the lizard ran a paw over his cock slowly. It’d take time for his girth to go down and to make himself presentable in professional company…Time enough to rub one more out.