The Hotel XVI

[Greggrth]

Hey there, sorry for the delay again, hope this chapter will be to your liking and that you sitll enjoy the story. Let me know

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[COLOR=#548dd4]The Hotel Part 1[/COLOR][COLOR=#548dd4]The Hotel 11[/COLOR]
[COLOR=#548dd4]The Hotel Part 2[/COLOR][COLOR=#548dd4]The Hotel 12[/COLOR]
[COLOR=#548dd4]The Hotel Part 3[/COLOR][COLOR=#548dd4]The Hotel 13[/COLOR]
[COLOR=#548dd4]The Hotel Part 4[/COLOR][COLOR=#548dd4]The Hotel 14[/COLOR]
[COLOR=#548dd4]The Hotel Part 5[/COLOR] [COLOR=#548dd4][COLOR=#548dd4]The Hotel 15[/COLOR][/COLOR]
[COLOR=#548dd4]The Hotel Part 6[/COLOR]
[COLOR=#548dd4]The Hotel Part 7[/COLOR]
[COLOR=#548dd4]The Hotel Part 8[/COLOR]
[COLOR=#548dd4]The Hotel Part 9[/COLOR]
[COLOR=#548dd4]The Hotel Part 10[/COLOR]

?You alright James??

?Huh?? I asked, looking up from the shelf of weights, surprised to find myself in the gym. I didn?t remember entering it, I?d been so wrapped up in my thoughts my feet had just followed their usual path to the gym.

?I said are you alright?? repeated Oliver, grinning as he set his massive dumbbells on the ground. I?m sure each one was probably as heavy as I was. He straightened himself up, rolling his arms back and forth, making his bare, glistening pecs shift and his pumped up biceps bulge. ?Where?s your head??

?Just got a lot on my mind? I said, putting on a smile, trying to show him I was OK. ?How about you? How are you doing??

?Feeling big? he said, flexing his great big biceps proudly. My cock rose to attention, tenting my sweats and it made his smile grow. ?Want me to help with that??

He arched and eyebrow suggestively, placing his big hand on my tight bubble butt, pulling me to him and making me sit on his lap. Even with my new muscles and weight, Oliver had no trouble supporting me with his thick legs, and feeling those muscles shift and bulge under me, moving me as they did, was enough to bring me out of the dark place in my head I?d been in for the past two days.

?Mmmm? he moaned happily, leaning down to kiss my traps. ?You look good James. I like you with muscles?

He started stroking my arms, running his thick fingers over my biceps, following a vein. It made me shudder.

?You know? what I said about you being able to do anything with my body,? he whispered in my ear so only I could hear, ?I may have said it was for when I was bigger, but you know what, the invitation stands for whenever you want?

I heard him smile before he kissed my neck, moving to the base of my jaw. I rolled my head back, resting it on his large, hard trap, giving him better access to my neck. He moaned his approval and wrapped his thick arms around me, squeezing me and surrounding me with his muscles.

Before we could do anymore though, someone cleared their throat behind us.

?Samson and Doc Nelson want to see you in her office? said one of the staff members and then walked away.

?Ooh!? squeaked Oliver, suddenly lifting me up and surging to his feet. ?Must be time for my next shot! Oh? sorry James erm? tell you what, once I?m all done, I?ll come find you and we can pick up where we left off?

?Sounds like fun? I said, my voice not quite reaching the note of eagerness I?d been aiming for, but Oliver was too excited about his next shot to notice.

?Great! I?ll meet you back here, then we?ll go upstairs and you can watch me grow?

He hugged me tightly, lifting me off the floor briefly before hurrying from the gym. I smiled in earnest as I watched him leave, his big bubble butt bulging behind him and his slowly hardening cock swelling in front. When his immense back had vanished from view, I started my workout.

It didn?t take long for me to become lost in my thoughts again though, not even the burn of my working muscles seemed to be able to distract me.

Ever since my conversation with Dan, I?d felt nervous and confused. I felt like there was this great shadow looming over me, like a large bird circling overhead, getting ready to swoop and attack. Or, maybe more accurately, a giant named Samuel looking for more muscle shots.

I didn?t understand why Dan seemed to think I was in danger, or why Doc Nelson shared this fear. If Samuel was coming for more muscle growth shots, what would make him want me as well? I couldn?t make them. I didn?t know anything about the stuff Doc Nelson gave us. I didn?t know what singled me out from every other guest here; I wasn?t even that big. If Samuel didn?t want to be outsized, then surely Oliver would have been his target as he was almost 7 feet tall now and so wide he was having trouble with doorways.

Even with my mind in this fearful place, I couldn?t help but feel a little thrill at the idea of Oliver getting even bigger. This next shot would no doubt make him so big he?d probably be a match for the Doctor.

Speaking of the Doctor, I hadn?t seen him much lately. There had been times I?d see him wondering the atrium, looking bigger each day, but his appearances had become less and less frequent. Now the only towering figures I?d seen were Dan and his security buddies.

And I was right back to Samuel again. God, I really needed to clear my head.

I focused more intently on my workout from then on, counting harder and watching my muscles bulge and tense, trying to name the various muscle groups with their proper names and think how this workout was making them work. It kept me occupied for an hour, by the end of which I was shattered and starving. I started to leave, but then remembered Oliver was supposed to be coming back for me. Then I realised, he?d been gone a bit too long for just a shot. Maybe he?d been distracted by another guy, or he?d felt hungry and gotten something to eat. I didn?t want to entertain the idea that Oliver might have been called to Doc Nelson?s office for a more serious matter and instead chose to believe the excuses I?d made.

I went to the canteen and ate. No sign of Oliver. I went for a swim. No sign of Oliver. I returned to the gym for the fourth time that day. Still no sign of Oliver.

When night fell, I was starting to get worried. I?d asked around about Oliver, but no one had seen him, which in itself was an oddity. Although Oliver wasn?t as big as the Doctor or Dan and his security muscle mountains, he was still a big guy and should have been seen by someone. I wanted to ask Doc Nelson, but every time I peeked through her glass doors, her office was empty.

After I?d searched everywhere, for both Oliver and Doc Nelson, I decided that they must be doing something important and would be back tomorrow. I hoped. I somewhat reluctantly went to bed that night, turning down an invitation to join Phil and the new guy for a threesome, and tried to get to sleep.

By 2 in the morning, I was still wide awake, my mind unable to switch itself off. I kept thinking about Oliver, and then Samuel came in too. I didn?t think there was a connection, despite my early thought of Samuel wanting to get rid of the largest guest, mainly because something in my stomach told me I was the only one Samuel was after. Although, of course, this thought brought a lump a dread and fear, there was also something else.

The idea made me happy.

At first I tried to tell myself that it just meant I was happy Samuel hadn?t gone after Oliver, but I knew that wasn?t true. A small part of me was? thrilled at the thought of Samuel coming for me, excited that he could be outside right now, moments away from bursting in to take me. But that just didn?t make sense. Dan had told me Samuel was a bad guy, that he killed two people. The idea that he was coming for me should have terrified me completely, there should be no tingles of excitement and anticipation. I?d never been one to fall for the bad guy before, so why should?

BANG!

I sat up, the quilt flying off my torso as though my pounding heart had just pushed it off. What the hell had that been? It had sounded like? a gun? No, more like a canon!

For some reason, I felt compelled to get out and investigate. I rolled out of bed and onto my feet, then, with more confidence then I should have had after hearing a gunshot, I walked out into the corridor and down the stairs.

Light poured through the double doors in the main entrance which, for the first time ever, were wide open. I could hear sounds of a struggle, of pounding metal like thunder and an authoritative voice barking orders. Still possessed with this new found confidence, I ventured out into the light.

The stone floor was ice cold under my bare feet, and my nipples poked out from my pecs. I suddenly remembered I was still shirtless, but that wasn?t really important. I continued on what seem to be an endless corridor, lights squashed between the wall and the ceiling buzzing like angry wasps. One of them was broken; shards of glass littered my path and sparks popped out of an exposed wire every now and then.

I did my best to avoid the glass, wishing that the Hotel provided slippers or shoes and I?d put them on before coming out, but I managed to get past with only a small cut on my heel. The commotion was louder now, and it was coming from another corridor that branched off from this endless one. I peeked round the corner.

What looked like a large car park opened up in front of me, square pillars of stone holding the ceiling up with big black cars parked in between. A slab of pure steel seemed to be blocking the way out, I only guessed this because the white lines on the floor lead towards it and vanished underneath. I heard another barked command and crept further in.

Now I could see there were more than black cars in here. There were about 5 armoured trucks, each one nearer in size to a lorry, squashed in the corner of the car park. One of them had its doors open, with four men in fatigues, each with guns strapped over the back and pistols in holsters at their side, standing in front of it. One of Dan?s giants stepped out from the truck, rubbing his hands together as the truck creaked under his weight.

?What?s the hold up?? he demanded, rolling his mammoth shoulders, straining his blazer.

?We?ve got car trouble? said one of the soldiers. ?But don?t worry, the other team says the Guest is still unconscious?

?Of course he is. I?m the one who knocked him out. Why didn?t that Doc Nelson of yours sedate him more? If I hadn?t been there he could have alerted the whole Hotel when he woke up?

?Accidents happen?

?Well they shouldn?t! Unless you?ve forgotten, there?s a dangerous maniac on the loose, trying to get into this facility. What if someone accidentally left the fucking door open??

?We?ve closed the barrier? said one of the soldiers gruffly, and I admired his balls for talking to this mountain of muscle like that. ?We know how to do our jobs. While we sort out the engine, the doors are to remained closed until we?re ready to leave?

?Fine. While you do that, I?ll report to my team and let them know the situation. I?ll be back to act as escort for the transport, even if it means if have to sit in the back of one of those stupid things?

The soldiers parted around the giant as he started heading in my direction. I quickly pulled my head back and crept as fast as I could back to the other corridor. I didn?t get far though, before another loud bang made me jump about a foot in the air. I spun round, expecting to see the giant, looking pissed at me, but was instead met with the sight of the steel blockage bowed in slightly, as though it had been hit with an immense weight.

?What the fuck was that?? said the giant warily.

BOOM! The sound hit me like a physical blow, making me jump back as it echoed in the corridor and rang in my ears. I saw the metal bow even more, become more convex, like a bubble had risen against the metal. A very large bubble.

?Shit. He?s here! Make the call. He?s here!?

?What?s going? James?!?

I?d been so engrossed in the pounding on the door, I?d somehow managed to miss Dan come up behind me. His partner was behind him, the largest of the giants, his shoulders practically filling the entire corridor and his head mere inches from the ceiling. He didn?t look pleased to see me, and neither did Dan.

?What are you doing down here?? he demanded. ?You?re supposed to be--? he was cut off by another bang, this time accompanied by a screech that set my teeth on edge. ?Never mind. Come here?

?W--? was all I could get out before he scooped me up, carrying me like a baby into the car park. He ran with amazing speed for a guy his size to the open truck, the guards hastily getting out of his way, yelling into walkie talkies and drawing their weapons. Dan put me in the truck his partner had just left, which was amazingly wide and vast. It was about the size of my room in the Hotel, with a large bench running along one side, a small square window too high for me to see through and? thick chains connected to the ground.

Dan came into the truck after me, grabbing the huge shackles and managed to lock them round my wrists, only needing one to do it they were so big. It took all my strength not to let the sheer weight of the chains pull my arms from their sockets.

?Stay here? Dan ordered, pushing me onto the bench with a single hand. He then got out of the truck and slammed the doors, trapping me inside.

?DAN!? I called, dragging the chain across the floor to the door, frantically looking for a handle or someway to open it. But there was nothing but two small square windows on each door. I had to stand on my tiptoes to see out of them, and I was just in time to see Dan throwing his blazer off, followed by his tie before he marched to the steel door.

The next bang was drowned by this awful screech, one I knew was tearing metal. Before the sound had finished bouncing off the walls I heard someone give an animalistic growl that sent my heart racing with fear and? I couldn?t describe what else. It was like it made my heart ache with joy. But why?

I heard the guards yell, heard them fire their guns but I still heard that roar as the steel guard was broken down. The metal crashed against the ground and the gunfire stopped briefly before starting again with a vengeance. It didn?t stop that beastly war cry though, which continued to roar like a lion.

Then the sound of firing bullets was lost beneath an emphasized boom of fist hitting flesh, followed by something large slamming into stone with enough force to crack it. Rubble fell, pattering on the floor like rain and crunching underfoot.

Unable to make do with just the sounds, I hauled the chain to the other window. This one was even higher then than the ones on the door, so even on my tip toes I couldn?t see much. I could see the curled edges of the broken blockade and that one of the pillars was now crooked, but that was all. That is, until I saw a guard whiz past me, screaming in terror as he flew over the truck.

I heard him crash and roll across the roof of the trunk next to me, and knew he wouldn?t get up for a while. I returned my attention to the window, determined to get a look. If only the bench was on this side then I could have stood on?

Something heavier than one of the guards hit the truck and I was launched across it, crashing onto the chains and rolling under the bench. I tried to get up, but the truck was hit again, this time lifting one side up momentarily. Fear shot through me at the idea of the truck turning over with me in it, but thankfully the truck fell back onto its wheels? which burst under the pressure and caused the floor to slope one way.

?Help!? I yelled. ?Let me out!?

Someone grunted, as though they?d been punched in the stomach and someone else growled, not the same growl that had excited me, but a different one. I heard footsteps move along the side of my truck and then the wall opposite the door cracked and groaned against something heavy.

Immediately, I crawled across the floor to the door, pushed on by the sounds of flesh pounding flesh, of grunts of pain and anger, wanting to see what was going on. By the time I reached the door and started to pull myself up, I heard that roar again, right before there was a loud crack, followed by tumbling stone.

Fingers gripping onto the edge of the window, I eased myself up and looked out.

There was a gaping hole opposite me, two large feet sticking out beneath a pile of bricks, which were rising and falling as the giant beneath them breathed. I was grateful for the fact he was still alive, but I couldn?t see what had forced a guy that size through a stone wall.

Suddenly, a head popped up, scaring the living daylights out of me and making me fall back. My elbows scuffed against the floor and my coccyx landed on a link of the chain, making me swear and grunt in pain. Through my watering eyes, I looked back up at the face in the window.

It was long, with a somewhat crooked nose pointing to a smile that stopped my heart, while dark eyes shone from within at the sight of me. He looked so happy to see me I couldn?t help but smile back at him.

?Hold on? he called through the glass, looking around, his long hair flicking across his face and down his prominent brow. ?I?ll get you out?

He disappeared from sight and I felt a pang of loss, like the sun had just been taken from me. It struck me that even though I didn?t know this man, I recognised him, and felt such a deep connection with him it could never be explained.

Suddenly, both doors were ripped from their hinges, taking my breath with it. All the air in the truck was sucked out by the action of the doors leaving, making me feel dizzy. I was still conscious enough to see them both fly like giant Frisbees before they crashed with their full weight some way away.

And when I saw the person who?d done it all, my mouth dropped.

He was? so small!

He was as tall as me, but had nowhere near the same amount of bulk. He was dressed in a long sleeve shirt and jeans, grinning at me as he lifted himself up and into the truck. I could see he had some wide shoulders, which were tight little balls of muscle, but he was so? average. From the way he?d broken through the blockade, beaten through the guards and three guys much larger than him, not to mention having ripped the doors off this truck like they were the doors of a gingerbread house, I thought he?d have been a giant, a titan of pure muscle. Instead, he was this small, willowy guy who? made my heart sing.

?Wow? he breathed, those dark eyes roving over me with a look of hunger. ?You got bigger while I was away?

I couldn?t speak. He lifted the chain and snapped the shackled with just a pinch of his fingers! Then he touched my skin and I felt a jolt. It went straight through my heart and to my groin.

?Sorry? he gushed, looking devastated, thinking that the expression on my face was one of pain. ?Did I--?

I threw my arms round his neck, my body crashing into his and our lips smashing together. As soon as they touched, I felt that jolt again, only this time, much more powerful. I kissed him, and it all came rushing back. Everything: our time at the Hotel and, more importantly, the time before.

It only took a moment for Sam to respond. His lips started working round mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth while his large hand came up to hold my head, fingers gripping my hair and preventing me from pulling back. I could feel his tight biceps against mine, and even though mine were larger, I knew his were stronger.

Suddenly, Sam took hold of my arms and pushed me back, and even though I tried to fight him and stay with him, he managed to hold me back with no trouble. It was like I was still my small, weak self again and he was my big, strong friend.

He was grinning at me, out of breath from our kiss and looked like he was hungry for more. But with greater self control than I, he kept his lust in check and shook his head.

?Whoa? he breathed. ?I guess you missed me?

?I?m so sorry? I blurted, pushing against his hold but he didn?t seem to notice. ?I? They made me forget, but I ? Oh Sam, I?m sorry?

?Hey, hey, shhh, it?s OK? he cooed softly, pulling me to him again, holding me in his arms. I pressed my face into the crook of his neck, smelling him, taking his scent back into my memory. God, how could I ever have forgotten how good he smelt? ?All that matters is you remember me now?

?I do? I said, gripping him tighter, and even with my greater bulk, it was still nothing compared to how tightly he was holding on to me. For the first time since I?d come to the Hotel, I wished I was smaller. I wanted to be surrounded by Sam, I wanted to rest my head on his shoulders with ease, rather than having to curve myself down like I was.

?We need to go? Sam said suddenly. ?They?re probably gonna come round soon, and no doubt reinforcements are on their way?

Sam stepped out of the truck, waiting for me to help me down when we both heard something click on the other end of the car park.

?Stay there!? Sam bellowed, pushing me back in before I could refuse.

Gunfire ripped through the air again as Sam bent over and grabbed the base of the truck. He lifted it up, sending me sliding back slightly and then stepped back, pulling the truck along with him. I could only stare in disbelief as Sam carried most of the weight of the truck like it was nothing. I could see the veins in his neck, and his face was pinched with worry, not a hint of strain. He didn?t seemed concerned about the gunfire at all as he then turned the truck round, the bullets striking the side with loud pings before they started hitting the front instead. He set the truck back down and then braced himself against it.

?Hold on? he said, and just as he pushed with his legs, he pulled himself in.

The truck shot across the car park as though someone had stamped on the accelerator. If I hadn?t been holding onto the bench, I probably would have rolled out, or more likely, rolled into Sam?s waiting arms as he perched on the edge.

I heard the guards cry in shock as their gunfire ceased. They?d have been forced to dive out of the way unless they wanted to be crushed by the speeding car. Suddenly, Sam grabbed me by the ankle and hauled me to him, holding me against him in a fireman?s lift as he dropped out, landing right in front of the open blockade.

I heard the truck crash into the wall, but we were already running, or rather Sam was already running, carrying me on his shoulder like I wasn?t even there. It all whizzed by so fast, all I really knew was that we were climbing higher.

Then headlights flared to life in front of us, blinding us both and making Sam skid to a halt. He set me down and attempted to shield me. It didn?t really work, my shoulders and lats spread out wider than him, and I wasn?t prepared to let him take a bullet for me. I tried to get round him, but his arm was like a bloody immoveable steel girder.

?Give up Samuel? someone called. ?We?ve got you surrounded?

?Bring it on you worthless insects? Sam barked back. ?I?ve beaten you before, and I?ll do it again. You know you can?t stop me. Your bullets can?t hurt me?

?No, but you bitch there?? There was a bang and I felt a hot pain pierce my shoulder. ?He?s just like us insects?

?NO!? snarled Sam, that same powerful, terrifying growl that I?m sure made some guards shrink back. ?James? James are you OK??

?Yeah? I winced, my hand over my shoulder, the blood running hot through my fingers. ?Just a graze?

I looked in his dark eyes, saw the pain and guilt in them. He was acting as though this was his fault, as though it had been him who?d shot me. I took his hand and gave it a squeeze, trying to make him realise I trusted him, and in no way blamed him. I was with him now, and I wasn?t going anywhere.

Until a large hand gripped my injured shoulder, sending a fresh dose of pain through me, and proceeded to lift me off the ground. My hand slid from Sam?s before I could get a grip and I was hurled through the air, back the way we?d come. I tried to yell Sam?s name, but my face slammed into something solid and thick pythons wrapped round me like a trap. I was spun round again and set on the ground, but my legs buckled under me, my head spinning and my stomach churning.

?Are you alright?? Dan asked, crouching as low as he could so he could see my face. ?James, did he hurt you??

?What?? I murmured, confused. Where had Sam gone?

?Oh James? stay here, I?ll get him. He?ll pay for hurting you?

?What?? I said again, this time more alert. ?Dan, wait, no!?

I tried to stop him, but it was like trying to stop and car by pulling on a piece of string. Dan charged off, his feet pounding on the floor and his shirt hanging in tatters over his back and shoulders. While my head still spun, I forced myself up and stumbled after him.

By the time I was on the next level, there was one lone soldier, struggling to wrench a gun from his fallen comrade. Not far off, Sam was surrounded by Dan and the largest of the security giants. The soldier managed to pull off the gun and turned it on the three of them.

Although it was more likely that if the soldier fired he would hit Dan or the giant, I didn?t want to risk a bullet getting too close to Sam. I also didn?t really want Dan to get hurt either. So, I charged in. The soldier was too focused on the fight and getting his gun ready to notice me until it was too late. I swung and punched him right in the face? and felt a terrible pain in my fist.

?Ow, ow, ow, ow!? I cried, cradling my poor fist as my eyes watered. ?Oh fuck!?

My cries of pain and self loathing went unnoticed as the giants lunged at Sam. I?d already seen that Sam was much stronger than he looked, but I still winced every time Dan or the giant hit him. But Sam barely seemed to notice. The blow would unsteady him, but he?d bounce right back, and more often than not, they missed him because he was so small and agile. When he hit them though, they reeled as though they?d been hit with a wrecking ball.

Suddenly, Sam leapt up, spinning in the air. His foot swung round and caught the giant across the head, sending him spinning into a pillar and smashing through it like it was polystyrene. I heard the ceiling groan overhead, but was too engrossed in the fight to check the shape it was in.

Dan roared as he charged like a giant bull, his arms reaching out as though he wanted to crush Sam like a grape. Sam met the charging giant, their hand?s crashing together with a mighty boom before they started wrestling.

It was so odd, seeing a guy the size of Dan struggling to beat someone the size of Sam, whose arms looked almost a thick as one of Dan?s fingers, but struggle he did. I could see his massive biceps bulging powerfully, veins snaking over his arms, his broad back rippling, disrupting the few tatters of his shirt that still remained and sending them fluttering to the floor.

?You?re? not? taking him? snarled Dan, his voice strained.

?Yes, I am!? Sam roared, throwing himself back.

Dan had put so much effort in his push, he was forced to follow by his own momentum. I had a sudden, horrid image of Sam getting crushed under Dan, but the little guy planted his feet on Dan?s abs and? flipped him over. Those skinny legs should have snapped like kindling, but instead they catapulted the giant across the room and into the wall. The wall bowed against his weight, cracks spreading out like lightning before he fell, shaking the floor when he did. And he didn?t get back up.

?Come on? said Sam, hauling me off my feet as I continued to stare in disbelief at the unconscious giant.

Sam leapt over the truck in front of us, carrying me in his wake like an empty shopping bag. We landed on the other side and Sam started running again. I was sure I heard a familiar voice call out for help, but by the time I turned round, Sam had already yanked me round a corner. We continued to climb higher until Sam brought me to another gaping hole in a plate of pure steel.

I gasped, taking in the fresh night air and stared at the stars winking down on us. But still Sam didn?t stop. He took me to the edge of a wood, where a car was hidden in the undergrowth. He pulled the back door open and after he pushed me in, climbed in too.

?James? he said, so calm and at ease you wouldn?t have thought he?d just been running whilst carrying a 230 lbs guy or beaten down two great giants of muscle. ?I?m sorry about this?

My face slipped into a look of confusion before Sam flicked my forehead. It felt more like I?d been hit by a bowling ball, and as stars flashed in front of my eyes, I passed out, falling against the back of the chair.


[COLOR=red]Sam[/COLOR]

I stared at him for a second, just drinking him in. How long had I dreamed of finding him again. Of saving him and whisking him away where we could live in hiding together. But my dreams and fantasies just didn?t live up to the reality. I?d forgotten how cute he was, how innocent. Even with all that muscle on his body, which was exceedingly sexy and arousing, I could still see me little friend beneath it all.

That was what made this next part the most difficult. I knew that when I found him I?d have to do this, it was the only way for us to get away, but it still made my heart ache, my resolve falter.

But I knew that to keep him safe, it had to be done.

I reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a little kit, sliding out a few bandages, some ointment, and a knife I?d cleaned. I swallowed hard and turned my sleeping lover over, bracing myself on his shoulder, getting ready to hold him steady if he woke up, and drove the tip of the knife in, just at the base of his neck.

[Terrylee Long]

another very HOT chapter. You sure put a surprise in the last line. I hope that Sam does not do a lot of harm to James. I hope he lets his lover stay HUGE. Keep up the good work and it is hard waiting for the next chapter. THANKS, THANKS, again.

[GodlyFratboy]

gahh you're an amazing writer and these cliff hangers keep us on edge!! but gahh I wanna know more!!!

[sexiscriptor]

sam better grow back to hugeness, or you'll have *me* to deal with, greggers ;p
meanwhile, excelelnt chapter
--Ille