Shikamaru groaned slightly, wincing as he stood there, slightly bent over. His body felt strong, heavy, and more deliberate since his growth, but it also left him feeling sore and stretched. Kiba had experience changing his body. Solider pills, transformation jutsus, and other techniques made his body adept at change. Shikamaru, on the other hand, focused solely on manipulating enemies via his shadow. While his body was flexible, it wasn't used to the sheer mass that was now packed onto it. Kiba could tell his friend was in pain and quickly pressed his large hands against the thick globes that made up Shikamaru's chest, his fingers gently pressing down on five separate points on each muscle. Shikamaru looked up at Kiba's face in surprise. "W-What are you doing?"

"Just relax!" Kiba said, calmly but forcefully. Putting his slightly larger body to good use, Kiba forced Shikamaru to a sitting position. He then knelt down in front of the genius ninja, his hands gently caressing the powerful muscles, moving slowly over their expanse. Shikamaru's expression tightened, his teeth gritting as little explosions of pain erupted all over his chest. Kiba, his own face a mask of concentration, moved deliberately, pressing and kneading and massaging over every inch of the pale chest. Soon, Shikamaru's pained expression turned to one of relaxation, the pain slowly ebbing away from that part of his body. "Oh man...I had no idea you were so good at this Kiba!"

Kiba grinned and kept working. "Yeah, my family learns how to do this early on, when we learn our transformation techniques. The first couple of times I took a soldier pill and transformed, my body was a wreck! Massaging is about all the medical knowledge I have."

Shikamaru smiled slightly and said, "Well, that's all I need right now. Thanks."

"Don't mention it." Kiba said, his fingers lightly passing over Shikamaru's nipples. The slightly smaller male gasped and bit his lower lip, shocked at how sensitive his nipples seemed to have gotten after his growth. Kiba didn't notice this reaction and simply moved on to Shikamaru's shoulders. He was slightly disappointed that Kiba had stopped touching his chest and was now forcing him to turn around so he could massage his shoulders. His complaints soon disappeared as his tight body slowly relaxed thanks to Kiba's ministrations. Over his shoulders and down his arms, knocking his biceps until they relaxed, massaging even his hands before moving down his back. Kiba made a few simple chopping motions over Shikamaru's backside, groping around the thighs, being careful not to get too close to Shikamaru's groin, though the lazy ninja still felt small jolts of pleasure at his touch. Soon, Kiba had finished, Shikamaru now sprawled out flat on his front, Kiba's hands gently massaging his feet.

"There!" Kiba said, grinning at Shikamaru as he set his foot down. "Done!"

Shikamaru moved to a sitting position, his limbs and joints cracking as he moved, everything in his body settling down. He no longer felt any pain, just a sense of weight and power that a meaty body like his would entail. He sighed and rested his head on one hand, staring lazily at Kiba. "Thanks again. So now what should we do?"

Kiba put his arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling, trying to come up with an idea. "Your place is pretty big right?"

Shikamaru raised his eyebrow at such an odd question. "Yeah, it's pretty big....why?"

"I don't want to go home. At least not right away! Not looking like this." Kiba said, indicating his massive, nearly naked body. "Too many questions I don't feel like answering right now."

"I see your point. So you want to stay here, is that it? And you think that if my house is big enough you won't run into anyone and have to answer any questions?" Shikamaru said, closing his eyes.

"Yeah! Exactly! So can I stay?"

Shikamaru shrugged and said, "Sure. I don't have a problem with it. There's a chance that chemical might have some other side effects on us so we should stay close until we know for sure."

"Yeah, I guess you're right..." Kiba said, sighing. Shikamaru was a nice guy but he could be a wet blanket at times. Hopefully this experience would help loosen him up a bit!

Suddenly, a low growling sound filled the air. Shikamaru's eye opened again, staring accusingly at Kiba who gently rubbed his abs. "Heh...guess I'm hungry." The dog ninja said sheepishly.

Shikamaru sighed and said, "Man, feeding you is going to be such a drag. Come on, let's go the kitchen."

Both teens got to their feet and barely managed to squeeze out the door. Kiba, who left after Shikamaru, wasn't as careful and ended up ripping out half the door frame. Shikamaru just rolled his eyes and said, "Follow me."

It was a bit of a tight squeeze moving down the hallways thanks to their broad shoulders constantly scraping against the walls on either side of them. Luckily the kitchen wasn't too far away and they were soon crammed inside of it. Kiba sat uncomfortably in the corner, not trusting a chair to support his weight, his arm resting on the counter while Shikamaru knelt down in front of the open fridge, his bulge nearly knocking a shelf down as he started grabbing food at random. After about ten minutes of searching and maneuvering, Shikamaru had managed to pull out a decent amount of food for Kiba to eat. He gratefully began to devour everything in front of him with gusto, a slightly disgusted Shikamaru looking on.

While Kiba ate...