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Cramped within the confines of his bedroom, Patton's experiencing stress in the sheerest form. That form being one that resembles a frog-man hybrid.
He had tried heavily to keep himself calm and level-headed, but it took one minor inconvenience for him to burst into tears and leave him growing rapidly, until his green body clad in shredded clothes took up most of his room. His head uncomfortably pushes into the ceiling, and his knees are bent, with his toes pressed against the wall across from him. If he were to fully stretch out, his legs would no doubt go through the wall. And with the cracks already forming in the structures around him, he really didn't want to cause a complete collapse.
He tries talking himself through his feelings. He's stressed! What does he normally do when he's stressed? Well, he enjoys baking. Watching television. Sewing up holes in his shirts or socks...
What he doesn't like is thinking about his negative feelings. Dealing with them.
He shifts uncomfortably where he sits, attempting to repress his stress and sadness. He doesn't want to think about how uncomfortable he is crammed into his room, or how nobody's come to check on him.
He bites his inner cheek. Nobody's come to check on him because they're all busy, of course.
Roman's practicing a play he's writing: a one man show with a lot of meaning. Virgil and Logan have been fawning over Thomas's upcoming schedule, making sure everything was perfect. Janus was making sure everyone was still getting a proper diet and sleeping well despite their focuses being elsewhere. And Remus?
Well...
Patton's thoughts are interrupted by a loud knock on his door, and a shrill, dramatic voice calling "oh, Patton! I can smell your repression from a mile away!" He makes dramatic smelling sounds from outside the door, reminding Patton that he can't hide anything. Not with the embodiment of intrusive thoughts lurking around.
Of course, out of everybody who could have possibly came to check on him, it had to be Remus.
Patton's heart sinks. None of the others are available, surely, otherwise they would have come to check on him, but Remus is just going to make his bad feelings worse!
Remus is horrible at focusing on the positive, so he's convinced that Remus is just going to stress him out further. In a slight moment of frustration and panic, Patton reaches forward and grabs his doorknob with his fingers - as gently as he can manage, with his large, green fingers - and uses his size and strength in order to make sure the door stays tightly shut.
"I'm- I'm fine, Remus! I just uh..." Patton sucks in a sharp breath and quickly looks about the room, trying to find anything that could help him come up with a harmless lie. He spots a pair of pants with a hole in them, and quickly licks his lips, though his long, uncontrollable tongue does so rather sloppily. "I pricked my finger while sewing, and I was trying not to think about it!"
It's nothing gory enough for Remus to want to see the blood, but still explains why Patton wouldn't want to think about it! It's a perfect lie.
Or it would be, if Remus didn't spend hours upon hours by Janus's side.
"That was a terrible lie," he hears Remus scoff through the door, rather judgmentally which makes Patton feel embarrassed. "You do realize your voice gets all high-pitched when you lie, right?" The banging on the other side of the door gets louder, as Remus's curiosity is only amplified by Patton's willingness to lie. "Come on! Open up!"
Patton holds the door tighter, assured that at the very least, Remus can't pull it open if he's holding it firm.
However, Remus neither has an affinity for privacy nor conventional methods, and so after a few moments of harassing the doorhandle, Remus lets go. He whines and pouts from the other end about Patton's literal refusal to open up, before Patton hears footsteps recede. Which would be a good thing, if Patton didn't immediately hear those heavy footsteps run up to his door, accompanied by a shriek of delight and then a crash as Remus's morningstar comes bashing through Patton's door, knocking it down until it's just crumbled wood laying sadly on the ground.
"Geez, Patton, what's got your panties in such a twist... oh."
Patton freezes in fear as Remus's eyes meet his, before scanning him up and down. From what Patton can tell, he doesn't look scared or uncomfortable by Patton's presence as a giant frog-man hybrid, but being seen like this makes Patton feel like a monster.
His eyes tear up, and he immediately moves to apologize, but Remus cuts him off first.
"Aw, sweet!" he exclaims, flapping his hands up and down. "I didn't get to see this in person last time! I had to deal with Janus blabbering all about it, tortured by the fact I missed such a sick thing!" Remus moves closer, tightly grabbing one of Patton's frog fingers. "It was actually pretty unfair. The others even got to see you standing! And yet I'm reduced to seeing you curled up in a ball, completely masking your entirety! That's kind of lame of you, you know. I deserve to see my big frog daddy in his full glory!"
Patton cringes at the title Remus gives him while watching the much smaller side bounce up and down on his feet. He hardly gets the chance to reply before Remus is squeezing his eyes shut and concentrating for a moment, before the room around the two of them grows. Well, at least the interior does.
The walls and ceiling are pushed away from Patton, giving him ample room to sit up, and even stand without causing any harm to the structure.
The newfound largeness of the room makes Remus look tiny in comparison, but he doesn't seem to mind all that much.
Patton would be half-tempted to thank Remus if he wasn't sure that Remus did it for his own benefit in one way or another. But he can tell by that wide grin on Remus's face that he most likely does want to see him in his "full glory."
"There!" Remus proudly proclaims, setting his hands on his hips. "Now you have much more space to stand!"
He says it as though he expects Patton to do so immediately, and when Patton doesn't, Remus's smile immediately falls into a deep frown.
"Oh, come on!" Remus pouts, stomping his foot. "I make your room big enough for you to stretch out in and you don't even let me peek at your crotch? I'm dying of curiosity here!"
Patton flushes, but it's impossible to notice on his newfound green skin. "Remus!"
"What?" Remus whines, jutting his bottom lip out. "At least I'm being honest!" He tugs on Patton's finger again, as though trying to pull him up. "And I'm trying to help!"
"In what way is this helping?!"
Remus smiles wide, as though Patton just asked the million-dollar question. "Well, if you're thinking about me, then you're not focusing on you. I'm helping you directly avoid the problem!"
That's mostly what Patton was trying to do, and it wasn't working at all. So, Patton frowns, and instead of admitting that he'd already been trying - hence why Remus could sense his repression - he instead refutes Remus's idea with a very simple "ignoring the problem doesn't make it go away."
It's good advice, and advice he was actively choosing not to follow. But Remus just rolls his eyes.
"I know that. Everybody knows that. Except you, apparently." Remus winks, though Patton only feels worse at the jab. "I more so meant we distract you momentarily, and then after you've fucked out your feelings, you can better put them into words!"
Patton basically squeals at the proposition. "That's inappropriate!"
"It'd work though," Remus replies, smiling wide, as though attempting to entice Patton to consider. "Probably. And even if it doesn't, at least you'll know a bit more about your frog body."
Remus shimmies as he speaks, running his hands sensually over his own body, before licking his lips. He wants Patton more than the other way around, but Patton supposes he really doesn't have a better solution. And what Remus is saying makes sense, at least to some degree.
So, with a sigh, he relents.
"Fine. But- but we're going at my pace! I'm not as quick as you kiddos are so I need things to be acclimated to me." It's a firm declaration, and one Remus doesn't bother refuting, instead just offering a thumbs-up of acknowledgement, and then taking a few excited steps back in order to give Patton the space to stand.
Instinctively, part of Patton can't help but feel a little ashamed as he stands. It's a reminder of how big he is, and just how big his feelings are. Though, it's admittedly a bit hard to stay focused on his negativity when Remus is almost immediately waving his hands back and forth, whipping both of their clothes off through the power of creativity.
It has Patton stumbling as he's suddenly stripped down to his boxers - just as stretched and torn as the rest of his clothing was - making him stomp his feet as he attempts to ground himself.
"I thought we were going at my pace!" Patton shouts without intending to. He doesn't sound angry or uncomfortable; he just sounds surprised, but his hands still push over his mouth at the impulsively loud tone, and looks away from Remus as he tries to take a deep breath.
"We are!" Remus protests, huffing. "Well, for the most part. You know I don't have much patience." Remus giggles nasally at his own words, as he rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet. "You should be lucky I left you with those boxers on, though they look like they're hanging by a thread anyway."
Remus waves his hand dismissively, before he turns to show off his own carelessly nude body.
"I'm all naked though, generously sparing you the tedious work of stripping me down..." Remus slides his hands up and down his body, and Patton gulps as his eyes are seemingly drawn back to Remus every time he tries to look away. "I'm just dying to know what those froggy fingers feel like on my skin. Won't you give me the pleasure?"
He emphasizes the word, as though mere touch will help spur on Remus's arousal, and knowing Remus, the slimy skin of Patton's frog-like fingers just might! Who knows what gets him off?
Patton exhales, trying to calm himself as he bends down to grab Remus, before straightening himself back up, flushing when Remus immediately starts wiggling around in his hand, as if trying to grind against Patton's moist fingers.
"Mmm," Remus moans, dramatically, "I could get used to this! If you ever need someone to fuck your emotions out on, I will be your long-term booty call!"
Patton cringes at Remus's words, attempting to shut him up by shushing him softly, but Remus just wont stop talking.
He stares shamelessly at Patton's chest, pleased with himself for having previously stripped Patton down. "So... what's first on the list? Pushing me in between your tits? Swallowing me down? Or do you want to get right into the sex?"
Patton flushes as he repeatedly blinks in order to process Remus's usual quick-paced nature, shaking his head after a moment.
"Well... uhm... first things first, I need to get fully naked. Obviously." He sounds more as though he's talking to himself than Remus, giving himself the motivation to use his other hand to try and pull his boxers off.
He tugs at the waistband, but doesn't want to break them, so he pauses for a moment as he looks at the hand that's holding Remus and thinks for a second. He needs both of his hands, but he knows Remus will just whine and pout if he sets him down. So, his long tongue shoots out of his mouth and, with surprising precision, wraps around Remus's midsection.
And Patton's just fine with it. Though it's a little weird holding something with his tongue, it's not like it hurts or is uncomfortable. And Remus squeals with delight.
"This is so cool!" Remus exclaims, kicking his feet happily as Patton's tongue pulsates around him, saliva leaking over his chest and dripping from the muscle. It'd be gross under different circumstances, but Remus loves gross things, and Patton would rather not think about how weird this is right now.
With Remus now held firmly, Patton's able to slide both of his hands down to his waistband, and he attempts to pull his boxers off.
They rip immediately.
Patton frowns, though he's unsure of whether the torn fabric was a result of his strength or the already tattered state of the clothes. Sighing, Patton decides to drop the useless material, now believing it useless he even tried to be careful at all.
But Remus seems to enjoy being suspended by Patton's tongue, as he's held horizontal as though he's laying down, and Patton realizes that his tongue is long enough to keep Remus hanging right in front of his cock.
Patton flushes, though it's not visible, as he sort of freezes.
The idea of fucking into Remus while leaving him suspended by his tongue is strange, but one that plagues his mind. He could plant his hands on Remus's hips or thighs to pull him closer, but keep his center held by the long, twisting muscle. It's not like Remus would mind, right?
As Remus opens his mouth to complain about Patton not moving to do anything, he suddenly feels Patton's slimy cock poking at his ass, running between his cheeks. It makes him writhe in delight, as he happily gasps "of course! Your cock has it's own slick! Good thing, too, as I can't really use my arms to summon lube."
Patton would bite his lip if he had any teeth in this form.
His tongue keeps Remus's arms pinned to his sides, and flexes as Remus continues to squirm. It's a bit difficult to control, but with a little bit of thinking, and the use of one of his large hands wrapping around Remus's midsection and his tongue (squishing them against each other), he's able to properly move Remus closer to his cock, groaning as the mere tip starts to stretch Remus open.
Immediately, Remus cries out in pleasure. With how much he's moving, Patton would normally be worried, but as of right now he just tightens his grip on Remus with both his fingers and his tongue to hold him still, though quickly realizes he has to loosen it a bit as his monstrous cock slides deeper into Remus's ass due to the massive size difference between them. The sheer size of his cock makes Remus's stomach bulge to a considerable degree, and if they weren't quite literally imaginary, Patton would worry about hurting him.
But as Remus feels himself be filled up slowly, and sees how Patton's fingers and tongue have to adjust themselves to adapt to his expanding midsection, he can't help but moan!
Despite being in a more distorted form, Patton still does have a soft, caring side to him.
Sure, there's a part of him that wants nothing more than to carelessly use Remus. The latter's smaller body feels amazingly tight around his large cock! But another, stronger part of him wants to make sure that Remus is still okay. So once he's all the way pushed inside, he forces himself to hold Remus still, feeling hot when he looks down and realizes how insanely bulged he's making Remus's stomach!
He knew it would make a difference, obviously, but he didn't expect it to be this intense!
Patton gives himself a moment to familiarize himself to the tight, wet heat, desperately resisting his urges to just use Remus like he's nothing more than a sex doll. He checks on Remus instead.
"Remus... you look really, really full. Are you okay?" Patton's voice is strained with the effort of of restraint, along with being the slightest bit muffled as he speaks due to his tongue hanging out of his mouth. But it's painfully obvious that he's only asking out of formality; he's just trying to be kind, and it's clear Patton's desperate to get right to the sex.
Without any hesitation, Remus lets out a strained moan from the pressure of being so achingly full. "Yes!" Remus cries, as he squirms. "More than okay!"
Remus is panting through labored breaths and shaky moans, shamelessly trying to squirm and fuck himself down on Patton's cock. He enjoys being pushed far past his limits, and in this situation he's more turned on than he's ever been in his life!
"Why are you holding back?" Remus whines, after a minute. It's loud and desperate, and makes something click in Patton, encouraging him immediately to squeeze Remus (and groan as his cock is massaged from the outside). He uses his tongue and hand to pull Remus off his cock just enough so the tip is the only thing forced inside, before pulling Remus against him hard and impulsively.
Spit soaks over Remus's body, mixing in with sweat as Patton pumps his body up and down on his girthy cock, setting a fast and ruthless pace immediately. With the noises Patton's making, he sounds like a pure animal, grunting and groaning as he uses Remus like the fleshlight he is.
His cock visibly slides in and out of Remus, stretching him open and giving him mere seconds of respite before he's being fucked hard again. His organs are displaced. His stomach is stretched open. Remus would love to see himself after such a ruthless fuck; he's sure he'll look like nothing but an abused toy when Patton's done!
All of Patton's internalized frustration, upset, and general anger comes out in his hard thrusts. At some point, he wraps his other hand around Remus as well. His tongue eases up on it's grip as Patton's large fingers are now doing a majority of the grabbing, but it still glides over Remus's chest, subjecting his nipples to Patton's slick tongue, and his cock just the same.
Remus is a writhing mess of pleasure, trembling and shaking as he desperately holds back his orgasm.
Usually, he's the last to come, but Patton doesn't look like he's stopping anytime soon. He's needy, and Remus knows that he's going to fuck all of his anger out on him.
"Pa-Patton!" Remus cries, as Patton's tongue slowly slides over his body, wiggling around his neck and coiling around him as it cuts off his blood flow, causing his eyes to roll back into his head. Patton doesn't even notice what he's doing, and frankly he doesn't care. Remus loves it, and Patton knows that Remus loves it.
Patton groans as pre spills into Remus, almost immediately being fucked out of him in large globs.
The idea of Patton filling him to the point of bursting when he comes has Remus trembling, though he was already shaking with overstimulation anyway.
Every sensitive area on his body is assaulted by some form of friction. Some moist pleasure rubbing or squeezing him in ways Remus has never been touched before.
Remus feels absolutely defiled in the greatest way as Patton lets himself be controlled by his instincts and his emotions, leading to rough, intense thrusts matched to Patton's hands pulling Remus's body down, making sure he's fucked full each and every time.
Remus's prostate is thoroughly assaulted, being hit or rubbed constantly, leading to waves of pleasure to crash over him with mere seconds in between. It happens so frequently that he has no time to catch his breath, leading to him gasping as he tries to stay conscious.
"Pat..." Remus chokes out, straining to say Patton's full name. The barely audible croak has Patton finally peeking an eye open, and sort of sighing as he sees Remus.
Immediately, his tongue loosens around Remus's neck, allowing him to suck in some much needed air. Following immediately after is a pathetically loud cry, needy and desperate. It only spurs Patton to be rougher with him, delighted when Remus comes with just a few more thrusts.
The taste of his come slathers along Patton's tongue, as it drags over Remus's cock.
Immediately, Remus is whining and his writhing starts back up as Patton continues using him. He's not trying to get away; his body involuntarily is trying to lessen the stimulation he's experiencing. It doesn't help that Patton's tongue continues to squeeze and rub against his body, unwavering in its pulses, and Patton's hands just further squish his tongue against Remus's sensitive bits.
Luckily, Patton seems to be getting sloppier. His animalistic noises increase in volume and frequency, letting out desperate grunts or groans with each pump of Remus on his cock.
His own orgasm is unannounced, giving Remus little time to prepare.
Patton's pulls Remus down hard against his cock, shoved into him all the way to the base. Remus is properly stretched out, only to be filled further as Patton comes.
Streams of semen pour into Remus's body, stretching his midsection until it can't expand further. Then, come begins spilling out of Remus's hole, drenching Patton's legs and the floor beneath them. Remus keeps expecting him tp finish fully, only for more and more to come spilling out of Patton. His orgasm seems to be endless, and Remus's head falls back in a loud, strained moan as Patton does the same.
He's held firmly as Patton pants, and both of them stay like that for minutes before Remus feels Patton's tongue retracting.
He thinka nothing off it until his back suddenly hits the moist ground, which has him finally looking towards Patton.
His previously giant form had shrunk back into his soft, chubby human form. His hands are still on Remus's waist, but they aren't enveloping it anymore.
Remus's stomach still bulges from the amount of come pumped inside of him, but significantly less so due to Patton's cock shrinking along with the rest of his body (much to Remus's disappointment, admittedly).
Patton's face is noticeably flushed, red, covered in sweat. He's even trembling!
Remus cant stifle his laugh, which has Patton fully processing his surroundings and flushing darker, pulling out of Remus and cringing at the flood of semen that comes spilling out afterwards. As he takes a step back, he steps into more, as it drenches the floor, making him whine.
This has Remus scoffing. "Quit whining," he pants, and watches as Patton fully realizes Remus is on the ground.
Sweet as ever, Patton kneels down in their mess to help Remus up, who's shaky on his legs. Having achieved such a feat, Patton can't help but feel a little proud.
He helps keep Remus standing, and manages to guide them both to the bathroom. As he starts a bath, Remus shakily snaps his fingers.
"Boom. Now your room's clean. And small again, if you want to go look at it," Remus says, and Patton notes the quiver in his voice.
Patton smiles in thanks, but doesn't say anything as he helps Remus into the water, and then steps in himself. It has Remus looking confused.
"You... why are you bathing with me?"
Patton gently cups a handful of water, and pours it over Remus's head. "Do you not want me to?"
"I don't mind," comes Remus's immediate response. He sets his hands on Patton's squishy chest. "It's more time I get to see you naked." He keeps his eyes wide open as Patton continues to run water through his sweaty hair. A few beads drip into Remus's eyes, but he doesn't even blink. "I just thought you'd want to feel better and then see me off!"
Patton smiles softly, shaking his head. "Think of this as a thanks."
He helps Remus wipe down with hot water, and Patton only washes himself off with soap after Remus has stepped out of the bath and shaken himself off to dry.
Patton dries them both off with a towel, but doesn't expect Remus to follow him back to his room. He doesn't stop Remus either.
His room is much smaller, suited to his current size. It's just as clean as Remus said it would be, which has Patton sighing happily. He's ready to deal with his feelings, but as Remus flops facedown on his bed, Patton decides they can take a short detour first.
He crawls into his bed after Remus, pulling the blankets off around them, and hears a loud snore that makes him chuckle as he pulls Remus's head against his soft chest, cradling him softly as they rest for a bit. And Patton promises he'll work through his feelings as soon as he wakes up.