Saturday, May 10, 2008

Running With The Bulls - Part 5

Incredible sex with an endless parade of Walden’s muscle monsters continued unabated. Just when Guy, a giant horn dog when it came to outrageous muscle, thought that he might become numb to the ubiquity of hyper masculinity, he met some new variation on the theme, or traded glances across an orgy with a man hotter than any of the many others he’d fucked with.
Far more transformative than the sex was the casual camaraderie with men he aspired to be like. Although he had not yet seen Aiden, he felt enveloped in the quintessence of what he had felt from Aiden. The love and kindness of so many strong, virile men was not an experience he would ever forget. It was more beguiling than love, more transformative than religious experience, and more self-affirming than family.
But like a ghost glimpsed in a mirror, the metamorphosis Hadad had described that first night was casually mentioned again and again by the men he met. As intensely erotic as his experiences had been so far, Guy lusted for what was to come, and his anxious anticipation heightened his sexual arousal with every man he fucked.
The camp was chaotic in general. Meals and entertainment happened spontaneously on no particular schedule. If one group rose at dawn, others rose at noon. The mess hall was constantly active and alive with the smells of dozens of meals prepared for one or one hundred by volunteers, and cleaned by other volunteers. Guy marveled that everything functioned so smoothly and that no one took advantage of the disorder to slack off and avoid pulling their own weight. Sometimes the large meeting tent was full to bursting during the afternoon and almost empty at night and sometimes it was the reverse. If there was a program for anything, no one spoke of it.
On the afternoon of his fourth day at camp, after a few hours spent swimming and fucking around near the river, Guy walked leisurely back to the camp and noticed the tent was crowded and he heard sporadic deep throated masculine cheers like men watching a sporting event.
Guy walked quickly into the tent and pushed past the men at the edge of the crowd. On the stage at the center Guy saw what had drawn the crowd. A man far larger than any he had seen at the camp sat on huge throne. At his feet were three young men, one of them not even as large as Guy, lapping and loving the largest erect phallus that Guy had ever seen.
The man on the throne was not only large, every inch of his body was hairy, and from his forehead sprouted two thick horns that curved back and then forward again. Neither his thick dark fuzz peppered with gray nor his dark skin could obscure the deep definition of his impossibly immense muscularity. His chest was a yard wide and hung with pectorals that billowed up and out. At the outer edges were nipples as thick as the end of a finger, surrounded by nipple skin the size of a silver dollar. Supporting that chest were abdominals like twin totems of rock. But as wide as his chest was, his shoulders and arms seemed disproportionately larger. Each upper arm was almost as wide as his chest, and his hands were the size of a normal man’s head.
The phallus that rose straight up from his groin, and occasionally spewed pre-cum like an active volcano belches lava, reached up past the top of this head, and not all three of the handsome young men together could do justice by it. But it didn’t stop them from lathering it with their tongues, worshiping it with their hands, or rubbing it between the pecs of their muscular chests.
When one could concentrate on anything below the man’s groin, one could see his lower body was just as extraordinary as the upper body. His thighs rivaled his chest for girth, and his calves were truly worthy of that name.
As Guy got closer, and he was uncontrollably drawn to the scene, he interrupted the stares of the men near him to ask what was going on.
“It’s the Founder,” said one, without looking away from the spectacle. “And the initiates,” added another nearby him.
‘Initiates?’ Guy echoed inside his head. ‘Wasn’t HE an initiate?’
As Guy reached the edge of the stage he saw others the size of the ones at the giant’s feet milling around the base of it, more deeply enthralled than the other men, naked, hard, eagerly waiting their turn. The closer he got, the dizzier Guy felt. His thoughts became muddled. His breath heaved. He felt an uncontrollable urge to undress, and barely noticed as he shed his clothes that he laid them on a heap with the clothes of the others who pressed as tightly against each other as they pressed against the edge of the stage. Although they were sandwiched together they paid no attention to the flesh of the men next to them. They only had eyes for the man enthroned on the stage.
Guy pressed through them and reached with both hands toward the Founder, like a groupie for a rock star. The eyes of the Founder met his and Guy was overtaken by an uncontrollable shiver of lust. His mouth was dry. His skin tingled and his purple prick dribbled pre-cum. He felt the eyes bidding him to come on stage. He lifted himself up and ambled into the scene, easily the most gorgeous of the men attending the center of their attention. The Founder raised his hand from the arm of the throne and bade him to come closer. Guy’s heart pounded inside his chest. The giant’s hand rested on Guy’s muscular shoulders and his deep set eyes stared into Guy’s soul. Guy could barely stand, but he rubbed his body against the spit slick phallus and lapped at it like a cat. A groan erupted from the lips of the giant and Guy felt ecstatic to have been the catalyst. He hugged it with his arms and then did something he hadn’t seen anyone else do. He turned his back to it and rubbed the crack of his huge, round muscle butt against the thick vein that ran underneath it.
The Founder reached for him and held him still as he thrust against him, his enormous balls bouncing into Guy’s ass. The Founder screamed and a thick froth of cum exploded over Guy’s head and showered him in pellets of cream. Guy grabbed himself and jerked furiously, scrunching his eyes and rubbing harder against the Founder’s phallus as he tore an orgasm from inside himself.
After cumming the Founder’s phallus softened and dropped to the ground. As the other men stood around him as close as they could get, the Founder encouraged Guy to sit on his leg. He stroked his blond hair with his huge hands. He guided Guy’s lips to his and as they kissed, his long, fat tongue wound deep into Guy’s mouth. Guy felt the Founder’s phallus thicken and start to rise. When he released him it stood as straight and tall as before. The other men began to attend it again, and Guy recognized that he had been dismissed.
As badly as he wanted to stay with the giant and attend him forever, he knew there were others more desperate than he was to have their turn, but he hoped that he would have many other opportunities.

Caribbean Cruise - Part Two

In a clearing invisible to the beaches we came to a village made of the same small huts on his property. Between the huts I saw a few men, walking, working and standing. They weren’t Native American or African. They were all races and colors. The only thing they had in common was their size. Compared to them, my new friend was average. That none of them wore shirts made their mass all the more evident. I snapped half a dozen shots as we walked closer.
“Welcome to paradise, my friend,” he said to me, beaming.
As we walked through the village I was inclined to agree with the characterization.
A tall blond man looked at us as we approached.
“Matt, you have brought a new friend. What is his name?”
To spare Matt the embarrassment of admitting we hadn’t exchanged names I introduced myself. The blond called himself Logan.
“Have you introduced him to the weed?” Logan asked Matt.
“Only a puff,” he said, “but I can tell he will like it.”
“Then I don’t see why he should wait any longer,” Logan said. Behind him a small group of the men were sorting stacks of a large, dried, crumbled leaf and rolling it inside other dried leaves into fat, twisted cigars. Logan took one from their working pile, bit off the end, held it to a small campfire until it smoked, and then took a deep puff. He handed it to Matt, who took one too and then handed it to me.
Logan motioned for me to sit. Then he turned to Matt and gave him a deep kiss. Their thick ropy dicks expanded, and since neither of them were wearing pants, they were free to rise unfettered between their bodies, rubbing erotically against each others thighs, waist and then joining against each other, sandwiched between their taut tummies. I realized I was still holding my camera and snapped a few pictures, some close-ups of their moist faces as they devoured each other’s lips and some close-ups of their enormous wrestling cocks.
Logan broke their kiss and stepped back. He wrapped the fingers of one hand as far around Matt’s cock as he could. Matt reciprocated and the two of them continued their deep mouthed kiss as they yanked and jerked at each other’s cocks. Logan grasped Matt’s tightly muscled waist and turned him around. Matt arced his back to present his round, muscular butt to him. Logan dribbled spit on his two foot cock, spread the slippery fluid around the head, and squatted low enough to position it between Matt’s ass cheeks as I continued to capture the whole scene with my camera. I hoped that I wouldn’t run out of space on my memory card or batteries before I could capture their looks of intense ecstasy as they came.
Logan put both his hands on Matt’s broadly muscled shoulders and pulled him back into his cock. Without a hint of pain, Logan’s cock slowly slid deep inside Matt’s ass, and Matt’s foot and a half dick bobbed and throbbed in appreciation of the conquest.
After I’d covered the fucking with enough shots to capture the scene, I set the camera down beside me and took a deep draw from the cigar as I watched the show. The instant the smoke hit my lungs the disjointed feelings returned and I worried I wouldn’t be able to continue taking pictures. But with my second puff I started to feel something new: a feeling I can only describe as solidity deep in my chest and radiating outward to my toes and fingertips, making my muscles feel both heavy, like lead, and curiously light. The skin around my chest, shoulders, upper arms and thighs began to feel tight, as if my whole body were drawing a deep breath and expanding. My muscles stretched larger with each long, slow beat of my heart, and I heard a sound like a rubber balloon expanding as my skin stretched to accommodate my new size. I heard muscle and cartilage crackling as the fibers swelled and expanded. A feeling of immense strength flooded my body with such intensity that I couldn’t resist tensing and flexing my muscles, one group at a time. Each time I did they swelled even larger and the stretching and crackling noises grew louder.
My arms and shoulders were full and hard. My chest was pulling at the buttons down the front. Under my arms my swelling lats were starting to make the stitches of my shirt pop. Even my loose fitting shorts were tight around my thighs. I took a deep breath and the buttons on my shirt popped. I flexed my chest, shoulders and arms in a “most muscular”. My sleeves tore free. I flexed my arms in a “double biceps” and felt the upper arms of my shirt shred. I picked up my camera and turned it back at myself, set the lens at wide angle and took a few shots, grinning like an idiot.
Logan looked up from Matt’s broad muscular backside and big tight butt to watch me flex and grow. Matt, lost in the rapture of getting fucked, needed Logan to nudge his chin before he turned to look at me and smiled. The sight of me bursting out of my skin turned him on even more. He tightened his ass grip on Logan’s two foot cock and drove himself back on it two or three times. His giant, club-sized cock arced up and fired three times on his face and chest. The veins in Logan’s neck popped. His face got red. He pounded his dick deep and hard inside Matt’s ass as he emptied his load, then buried himself to the hilt and ground into his ass with all his prodigious strength, relishing his penetration of Matt’s ass.
I began to feel the tightening of my muscles subside, but not my hunger for muscle. As much as I had grown, I wasn't half as large as Logan. I drew a deep drag from the cigar that was still balanced between my lips, held the swirling smoke inside my lungs as long as I could, exhaled, and drew deeply two or three more times. Immediately I felt the blood rush through my veins, creating an insane muscle pump, kick-starting the growth again. I arched my broadly muscled back, straightened my arms and twisted my fists, watching the thick cords of muscle on my forearms form deep crevices between the muscles. I pulled apart the remains of my shirt and rubbed my shoulders, arms and chest appreciatively, though they were still smaller than those of the men around me.
I heard a shutter fire. Matt had picked up my camera and was taking MY picture now. I didn’t care. I was proud.
I took another long drag on the thick cigar. Smoke curled around my head as I held some deep in my lungs. My blood pounded hard inside my veins. My muscles, swollen to near bursting, as hard as rock, expanded yet again.
I savored the sensation and smiled as I flexed my arm and watched my bicep bunch up like a cantaloupe. My entire upper body was like armor. As Matt continued taking pictures, Logan knelt in front of me and pulled my shorts down over his wide thighs. My stiff penis, thick and long as a prize cucumber bobbed and swung free, then slowly levitated higher, pointing upwards in the deep crevice between the twin building blocks of my abdominals. The weight of it pulled on my groin. I looked down and saw it had gotten longer and much thicker. My balls were bigger too, stretching my sack as they bounced inside, excited at the attention I was attracting.
Logan opened his mouth wide and wrapped his thick lips around it, sliding slowly, but forcefully down, stuffing inch after inch deep into this throat. Logan grasped my lemon-sized testicles one in each hand and twisted and tugged at them. I heard the shutter fire more rapidly as Matt captured Logan’s conquest of my prick and the elation on my face. The incredible hulk that knelt between my legs was enthusiastically priming my penis pump, his lips clamped tight.
The cigar still clung to my dry lips. I sucked the smoke deeper still. Between my ears my blood pounded harder. With each breath my muscles expanded, and I knew I was still no where near the size of Logan or even Matt. When I could tear my eyes from the sight of Logan sucking my cock, I marveled at the thick tear drops of muscle taking shape on either side of my legs and the deep separation between them and the other muscles of my quadriceps. Twin mounds of chest power were forming between my shoulders and only the deep valley between them that allowed me to see below.
Matt handed me my camera, and I began to photograph my view from above, even as I felt the cum in my balls pressing upward toward release. Somehow I managed to hold on to the camera and keep firing as Logan dove down on my thick cock and the cream poured into his throat. I even caught the instant he let it spring free from his mouth and it bounced upward, ejaculating into the air.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

One Hundred and One - The Lone Wolf

A few weeks ago I posted a story to Muscle Growth bulletin board in the Continuing Story section. The idea of that section is that someone starts a story and then anyone else can pick it up and take it in any direction they want. I wrote a story about an intern at a college health clinic who brings together a group of big guys who, unknown to them, have received an experimental drug that causes outrageous muscle growth. He fesses up to them and leaves. They form a support group to tell each other their stories. I called the story "One Hundred and One" because there were one hundred and one guys. I had in mind the Arabian Nights story "One thousand and One..." A few people were inspired enough to write subsequent chapters. None of them followed the form I had in mind, which was that the stories would all be told by one of the guys to the group in their regular meetings. I didn't really care, because the freedom of the next author to take the story in any direction they chose is the whole point of a round-robin story form. However I had one more chapter to this story inside my head. What follows is my own contribution to the continuing story. I have also posted this to the bulletin board. If you read this blog and you haven't read the bulletin board, I suggest you follow the link to the right and check it out. There's a whole universe of muscle growth stories waiting for you.

The Lone Wolf
He stood. Although he must have been almost three hundred pounds, he was only five and a half feet tall. From under his tight Wolverine t-shirt collar tufts of black hair curled up. In fact every inch of skin he exposed was hairy. His forearms, his triceps, the back of his hands, even his knuckles. His face was darkened by a beard that although recently shaved was still black. The hair on his head was thick, wavy and unkempt. When he smiled at the rest of them, he revealed a set of perfect teeth as white as pearls.
“Hi, I’m Cal. I’m a sophomore. I guess you can tell from the way I’m dressed that I read comics. I started in high school. Wolverine is my favorite character. I guess because I’m short like he is, and even though I got bullied, Wolverine never had to take shit from anybody. I’ve always been a little hairy too.
“I was a scrawny kid all my life. Never weighed much more than a hundred pounds. That’s probably why I got off on comics, especially the ones with outrageously muscular guys, like the Hulk or Thor. I drew my own characters too. I drew them even bigger than the guys I saw in the comics.
“Last fall I went to the campus health clinic like the rest of you. I had a cold. The doctor gave me a shot, which I thought was odd at the time, because usually they just send you home with aspirin and Sudafed, but what the hell, right?
“A couple weeks later I started to feel different. My clothes felt tight. At first I thought I’d washed them in hot water by mistake or something, but it got worse the week after. One morning I stepped out of the shower and when I saw myself in the mirror I did a double take. All of a sudden I had muscles. Not very big, but firm and well defined. Not only that, but I noticed something else. My dick seemed bigger.
“I thought it was some kind of late adolescent thing at first, but every week I grew a little more, until finally I looked like a completely different guy. I mean I had fucking biceps, a chest that filled out my shirts, and an honest to god package in my pants. Girls started staring at me. I lost my fear of talking to them. Even went on a few dates. Before spring semester I had a steady girl friend, and it was sweet. She loved sex. I mean who doesn’t when they can get it, right? She had these huge knockers, you know, like from some sex magazine – big, round, tight ones like cantaloupes. We had a real good thing, the two of us.
“By that time I was getting kind of big. I weighed around 190. For a guy my height that’s large. Abby thought I was a little too big, you know. She was only five foot three, and I had to be careful not to crush her when I fucked her on top. That wasn’t the only way I was too big for her. My dick was almost ten inches long and really thick. When we got going, if I fucked her extra hard, it started to hurt her.
“When I reached 200 pounds she broke up with me. When life closes a window it opens a door. One day my physics professor asks me stay after class. He closes the door behind the last student and stands up close to me, his thickly muscled chest in my face. He was the Clark Kent type. Always in dress shirt and a tie to class, but you could see he was really well built anyway.
“’You’ve been putting on some size,’ he says, ‘Cal.’ He puts his hand on my crotch then and squeezes. ‘Even this seems like it’s getting bigger.’ He’s got my cock out in an instant and I’m so horny without my girl friend, I’m at full mast with two tugs. He puts my hand on his crotch and he’s pretty big and he’s not even stiff. He pushes me down and hauls it out. It’s the biggest I’d ever seen, besides mine. I’m so delirious with lust by then I want to suck his cock just to feel it get hard inside of me.
“’Line up your mouth with your throat, Cal,’ he tilts my head and stuffs my throat with his rubbery cock. I cough, but it feels good sliding down my throat. It’s the other side of the coin from getting blown, and it makes me hot knowing I’m taking his whole bat down because it makes me think what it would feel like to get my big cock swallowed. My girl could barely get the head in her mouth.
“He pulls out, though. Pulls my pants down to my ankles and bends me over his desk. He tugs my cock down between my legs and slurps it up. I don’t need to think about what it might feel like. I start jerking and squirting the minute he reaches the root. He yanks the base with his hand then to drain me as he aims my squirts into his open mouth. Then he slurps the whole cum coated length of it as it gets even harder. He’s worked a few fingers inside my anus by then, and I realize I’m about to lose my cherry.
“He’s not particularly gentle about it, either. He just rams inside me, but even though I’d always thought getting fucked would hurt, it didn’t hurt me at all, and once he started pushing in and out it started to feel real good. He kept playing with my cock and eventually I shot again, just as he was cumming inside of me.
“And that began my life as a muscle bottom. It seemed like I just couldn’t get enough of getting fucked. I met a lot of guys at the Gay Student Union. My new friends took me out and I was an instant hit. I fucked around with new guys every week. Sometime four or five at a time!
“Meanwhile I was still getting bigger. By spring quarter I hit 250. I know that sitting there across the room looking at me you can tell how much bigger I am than that now, and you’re probably thinking, 250 is no big deal, but it was. I couldn’t get clothes in my size because I’m so short. I had to buy tall guys pants and roll up the legs and buy big guys shirts, only I could only buy short sleeve shirts.
“The sex dried up too. Even gay guys have their limits. Two fifty on a five foot five frame is freaky. And if they could get around that, there was my freaky dick. It was 14 inches, almost as long as my thigh.
“At the end of the spring quarter I began to get worried. What if it didn’t stop? What if I ended up some muscle bound Jabba the Hutt? So I went back to the health clinic. Ironically I ended up seeing the same intern who gave me my shot that fall.
“When he walked in the exam room he looked at me and smiled slyly, like he was enjoying a private joke. I told him my problem. He scribbled notes in my file. Then he asked me to disrobe so he could examine me. As I unbuttoned my shirt his eyes bulged and he must have lost it a little because I could hear him make a low whistling sound. When I stepped out of my underwear and my big, fat floppy dick came into view I heard him swallow.
“As he listened to my heart with his stethoscope, the front of his pants tented a bit and his breathing grew irregular. I wondered whether he could even concentrate on hearing my lungs and heart beat. It seemed like the exam was just a rouse to keep me undressed. He tapped my knees with the little rubber mallet to check my reflexes. He felt my glands. But when he put his finger under my scrotum and told me to cough, well, I couldn’t help myself. He was really handsome. My giant dick started to stretch and straighten and in a few heart beats it was at full mast. It didn’t help that it had been several weeks since I’d had a sex partner.
“He wrapped his hand around it and tugged a little. ‘I can see this reflex is fine too,’ he said with a touch of humor to break the tension between us. I told him it worked too well, and that was another part of my problem. He looked me in the eyes, stoically, staring. I wanted him to go down on me, but he didn’t. He just started working it with his hand. Then with both hands, as he locked eyes with me and my mouth went slack. Eventually I let loose a fountain of cum. He wiped me clean with paper towels and told me to get dressed.
“He said he thought it was the shot he gave me last fall. He didn’t say much about how it could have had the effect it had or why, but he said I wasn’t the first guy it had had this effect on. He’d started seeing other guys come back a few months ago.
“I asked him what I could do. He said enjoy it. He said he planned to. I thought he meant with his patients, but I guess from our meeting last week that he meant he was trying it on himself.
“I was supposed to go home and stay with my parents last summer, but instead I hitch-hiked around the country. I visited New York, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Miami. Some of the guys I met steered me towards some other guys who made movies. I made some money that way.
“By the end of the summer I had reached my current weight, two ninety-four. Arms twenty-eight, chest sixty, and legs thirty-six. Dick…well…let’s just say it’s kept pace.
“You guys know the rest – how we were invited to the meeting last week – told we’d been used as guinea pigs by the Doc, and decided to form this support group.”

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Running With The Bulls - Part 4

Earlier parts of this story have been posted here on this blog. Check the Archives to the right of the page to find them.

As Guy caught his breath, one of the tall twins who had held him up lay down on the rough floor boards, his immense prick rock hard against his deeply etched abs. The other twin lowered Guy’s wilted weight down as his friend on the floor pointed his prick straight up. The weight of Guy’s body as he lowered himself to the floor forced it deep inside of him, and as it slid in Guy felt his cock stiffen and stretch again. Guy propped himself up with his hands on the floor and rocked on the cock, rubbing it deep inside him, exciting himself again.

Behind him the other twin knelt. He pushed Guy’s shoulders lower, lifting his butt higher as his friend repositioned himself to keep inside Guy’s ass. Then he slowly, but surely forced his own stiff cock, as long as his twin’s but even thicker, inside Guy’s ass, the two of them stretching Guy even more as they rubbed against his insides and against each other.

The instant they were both even half inside, Guy felt his cock get rock hard. He shivered all over with ecstasy and his cock jerked and fired into the air, covering the chest of the twin on the floor in milky cum.

As Hadad watched and smiled, one his other cabin mates knelt at Guy’s face and poked his hard, heavy cock at Guy’s lips. Guy was so hungry for cock he sucked it into his mouth without coaxing, but the man grabbed Guy’s head anyway and fucked his face.

“Oh, my young friend,” Hadad said as he massaged his long, hard cock, enjoying the sight of Guy’s further initiation, “wait until you visit the springs. If you are this horny now, you will go crazy when you drink the waters.”

Through the elated haze of being double fucked up his ass and sucking frantically on a cock almost a foot an a half long, Guy listened as intently as he could to Hadad’s voice. It tethered him to the world, and intrigued him.

“The first time you swallow, you can feel the water seeping from your stomach into your veins. You can feel the blood rush to your groin, like you’re getting the biggest erection of your life.”

Guy almost doubted it could surpass the size of his cock right now as it reacted to the electricity of two cocks fucking him.

“You can feel your dick growing, your balls getting bigger, stretching your scrotum. Then your dick starts to stiffen and rise, only it’s bigger than it’s ever been before, one and half, or two times it’s size. You my young friend will be a monster. It’ll be afraid to let you fuck me.”

Guy wanted badly to try, after feeling how good it felt to get fucked by Hadad. He wanted to challenge his body the way his had been challenged, to make him feel as good as he had felt.

“And as it juts out in front of you, gigantic and hungry for flesh, you become desperate with the need for penetration. You would fuck anything, just to feel your newly enlarged organ inside it, ravishing it, taking your pleasure from it. And if the elders treat you right, they will provide someone for you then, a guide for your journey to real manhood, who will allow you to take your pleasure right there.

“But that is only the beginning, my friend, because while you have been fixated on the immensity of your manhood and your overwhelming needs, the rest of your body will have begun its transformation. Your arms, your thighs, your chest will all be thickening, binding your with your own muscle. Making it difficult at first to move with your new found weight. And there come a point of helpless, sensual, immobility, as you strain to fuck your guide, as all the rest of us stand around and watch you, when you will feel as though you might burst. Until you do burst, deep inside him, in the most intense orgasm your body will ever experience.”

And at that instant Guy felt the twins begin to get more frantic. He felt them swell even larger inside his impossibly stretched ass. He felt them buck and then – one at a time – start to fire inside him, sweat rolling off their faces. And having relieved themselves inside him at last, they allowed him to settle down on them, engulfing the two of them as the last of their loads dribbled inside him.

“Your friend, the one who invited you here, could see how big you were already, not as big as most of us now, but bigger than almost all of us were before we drank the waters. When you have reached your potential you may be bigger even than the Founder.”

Hadad took Guy’s wrists and lifted him to his feet. Although some of the guys in the cabin were still fucking, the energy had begun to diminish. Hadad led Guy to a bottom bunk, lay down behind him and wrapped his huge arms around him. Though lying naked stem to stern occasionally reignited the fire in their groins, for the most part the two of them slept through the night.

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