Tag: furry

Commission: Bubba’s New Pup

Commissioned by Anonymous

Officer Nate Jensen climbed out of his patrol car, hefted his belt up, and heaved a sigh. At least the beat up truck had pulled over–half the time, these crazy rednecks would just hit the gas pedal harder, and make him chase them down. Usually they were high out of their mind on meth too–with gun racks hanging in the window. What a terrible fucking job–he’d always wanted to be a police officer, but if he could go back and tell his high school self that it would mean long night shifts sitting on the side of the road dealing with dumb, drugged out, aggressive rednecks, then maybe he’d have pursued something else. Still, no gun rack in this one that he could see–and hopefully the guy was just drunk.

He went around the driver’s side of the cab. The window was already rolled down, and sitting there with a shit eating, slightly toothless grin was a hefty bubba, hairy chest, mullet, and a ragged wifebeater. But what caught his attention most was this strange smell. It was dank, like pot, but even then, that wasn’t quite right. Some other kind of drug? He looked the driver in the eyes, but his pupils looked normal. What in the hell was it? “I…Could I get your license and registration please?”

“Sure thing, officer,” the man drawled, and leaned over to the glove box. Nate tried to keep an eye out for a weapon that might appear from nowhere, but that stink was still on his mind. Where was it coming from? He was taking deeper breaths through his nose now, trying to pinpoint what it was. He realized that the redneck was holding the paper and card out to him to take–had he really just zoned out? “Ya’ll right? Ya look tired, sir. Long shift?”

“Oh…uh, yeah. Just…just tired is all,” Nate said, and took the paper and license without looking at them. “Sir, I…uh…I can’t help but notice that there’s a strange smell in the cab of your truck. Have you been using drugs tonight?”

The redneck laughed, “Nuh uh boy! That’s jus’ me is all. I’m one stinky dude, right? I fuckin’ love it though–my pits ‘r so fuckin’ ripe, ya wanna sniff ‘em?” He hefted his arms up over his head, showing off his thick bush under his arms, and a unavoidable wave of the odor  washed over Nate at the window. The license and paper tumbled from his hand, his jaw dropped open, tongue out, panting a bit heavily. “Yeah, that’s a good boy, come on, lean in here ‘n take a good sniff a mah pits.”

He tried to stop himself, he tried to scream. He leaned his hands on the sill of the window and pushed his head in, sniffing deeply, tongue out. Fuck, it smelled so fucking rank, how could anyone smell so fucking disgusting? The bubba grabbed the back of the officer’s head and pulled him in, pressing his nose into his pit, and Nate felt his body shake uncontrollably. It took him a moment to realize he’d just shot a load into the front of his uniform pants, but he couldn’t do anything about that, he had to smell, and lick, and lick and lick it all up like a good boy, a good boy, yeah…He was grinding his wet crotch against the side of the truck, humping it, eyes vacant, tongue running it’s way through the hairs. The bubba reached over to the passenger seat, grabbed a leather dog collar, and with one hand, draped it across the back of Nate’s neck. He felt it there and tried to pull away, but his body wouldn’t respond. The bubba took his time, drawing the collar together tight against Nate’s neck, and when it fastened shut, his body started sliding backwards, his legs collapsing under him, until he landed on his ass and back on the side of the road.

He had to get up. He had to get back to his car, or radio for help, but his legs weren’t cooperating. He tried to stand up, but didn’t quite know how to make his body work like that. It felt so much more natural to just stay on his hands and knees, and he tried to crawl towards his car, but the bubba stepped out of the truck with a leather leash, bent down, and clipped it to the collar around his neck.

Master, a voice said in his head, and he looked back at the heavyset redneck leering down at him, and that was the word that kept repeating in his head. Master master he’s my master obey master follow master obey obey follow serve obey… He tried to shake the thoughts out, tried to push back, but it felt like they were coming from inside his head, from some deep part of his own mind that he’d never noticed was there. He tried to shout, tried to call for help, tried to do anything, but what came out of his mouth instead was a series of barks and yelps and whimpers that he would have mistaken for a stray dog, if he hadn’t heard them come out of his own mouth.

“What do ya say, Copper? Should we head on home?” Master said.

Copper? Who was Copper? He tried to piece things together, and realized he was Copper. But he hadn’t always been Copper, right? He’d had a real name, a human name, he’d been…

Master tugged on the leash, and Copper crawled after him, around the back of the truck. He helped him up into the bed, where he saw a large animal crate with the door open. “Go on Copper, git in there boy.”

He whimpered, but did as Master commanded. Bubba leaned in, shut the door behind him, and latched it. “That’s a very good boy–yer gonna git a real nice present when we git home, Copper. Hmm…actually, how about I give ya somethin’ now? We’re a hour and a half away after all, ya’ll need somethin’ tah occupy yerself with til then. I wouldn’ want ya tryin’ tah git out a there, after all.”

Master undid his belt and dropped his jeans. Underneath, he was wearing a jockstrap, which he took off too. Copper saw that Master had one of the biggest cocks he’d ever seen, hanging there under his hefty gut, with a thick foreskin. Copper whined more, Master pulled his jeans back on commando, unlatched the door, and tossed the grey and yellow jock into the carrier with his new pup. He could smell it. It smelled foul, like piss and cum and sweat, and still he pressed his nose into it, licking at the fabric, trying to get as much of his master’s sent in and on him as he could, his cock hard and throbbing in his uniform pants. He didn’t even notice Master latch the door closed again, but suddenly they were moving, abandoning the patrol car on the side of the road.

It was a long, cold ride back to Master’s home. Shivering, Copper tried to avoid the jockstrap as best he could, but his nose kept being drawn back to it over and over again. His sense of smell…every time he smelled the jock, he could distinguish more and more from the grimy fabric. Master had shot in it recently, he could sense the fresh cum slowly drying into the old stale smell of the rest. He’d pissed in it recently too, and the bottom of the pouch, slightly brown, smelt of Master’s asscrack, and he found that particularly fascinating. His cock remained rock hard the entire time, and would occasionally shoot a load into his pants, which were growing increasingly uncomfortable. He couldn’t quite figure out why he even had clothes on–wasn’t he supposed to be naked? He was glad for them, kind of. It would have been very cold without them in the carrier, but still, pups like him weren’t supposed to wear clothes; clothes were only for masters.

His head, something was happening to his mind. It felt like, as his senses grew keener, he was slowly losing his sense of self, as a human, as a person. The worst part was that he couldn’t even tell when it was happening. As soon as something was gone, wiped from his mind or memory, he could only vaguely sense that it had been there at all. As terrified as he was to know where Master was taking him, when he felt the truck slow down and turn off onto a gravel road, he was eager just to get away from the jock, to try and get his head on straight, to try and figure out what he could do for master–no, no that wasn’t right, was it? He had to get away from him, he had to try and run, right? He didn’t know why he wanted to run though. Master wasn’t a bad man, Master was good, Master was very good, and he would be a bad boy, a bad dog if he ran away, Master would be so worried!

He shook his head. This couldn’t be happening to him, it couldn’t. The truck came to a stop, and Copper saw Master get out of the cab and lumber around to the back of the truck. “How’s mah new pup doin’? Ya’ll right in there?”

Copper whined. Master undid the latch on the door, and he stumbled out on his hands and knees, reached the gate of the truck and tumbled out onto the dusty ground.

“Careful Copper–Ya ain’t used tah bein’ a pup yet, but ya’ll git the hang a it soon as we git rid a all that bad man in yer head.”

Bad man in his head? That made a surprising amount of sense to him for some reason. He did have a man in his head, but he was a pup, he was Copper, Master’s pup, right? He wasn’t a man at all. Another voice pushed back, told him he was being deceived, but Master wouldn’t deceive him, right? He rolled up onto his hands and knees Master running his hand down his back, petting him, letting him know he was being a very good boy. Copper was panting. Copper was happy. He could smell his master, he could smell him right there next to him, and smelling him made him happy, made him feel safe. Master hooked the leash back to his pup’s collar, and lead him over to a single level, rather ramshackle looking farmhouse.

Inside, Copper was assaulted by a massive number of smells. Master, he could smell master everywhere, but also smoke, and also…also other pups. Other pups like him. One…two other pups. He looked around, and then up at master, whining a bit. “Yeah, don’ worry, Buddy ‘n Rover ‘r out back, in the dog run. Ya’ll meet ‘em in a bit–I’m sure they’ll take a likin’ tah ya. First though, we gotta git rid a that bad man fer good. First, let’s git them clothes off ya…”

From his belt, Master pulled a buck knife and he started cutting off the constricting uniform from Copper’s body. He felt so much better with only his collar on! Copper couldn’t believe it, and he gave a full body shake when everything was off him. He felt more like a real pup already. He panted up at Master, trying to show him how happy he was, and Master gave him a scratch on the back of his neck.

“That’s a real good boy–yer gonna be a easy one, ain’t ya?” He pushed on Copper’s side, and he sensed what Master wanted, and rolled over onto his back. Master gave him a belly rub, and Copper panted happily. “Looks like yer comin’ along nice–ya already got yerself a bright red puppy cock.”

Curious, Copper lifted his head and saw that something had happened to his crotch–where his human cock and balls had been, he now saw a fleshy sheath running up his belly, and as Master scratched around it, a bright red head suddenly poked out, a cock unlike any he’d seen on his body before. “Glad tah see my jockstink worked it’s magic on ya–but ya still got a little ways tah go before I can trust ya out back wit’ the other boys. How ‘bout ya git a taste a master’s meat, eh Copper?”

Copper rolled back onto his hands and knees, and Master dropped his jeans. letting his massive cock flop out. Copper pushed his nose against the head, and then ran his tongue up into Master’s foreskin, tasting the cheese he’d smelled on the pouch of the jock, feeling his puppy cock push completely out of his sheath. Master told him to open up, and he started thrusting the cock down Copper’s throat, and as he did, he could feel his face warping and contorting, his mouth pushing out into a muzzle, his tongue growing longer, teeth sharpening into fangs which he was careful to keep away from his master’s delicate flesh. The bad man in his head was horrified, but he was powerless. The only man Copper listened to was Master, he was the only man that mattered. Master tensed up after a few minutes and fed his new pup a load of cum. Huffing and panting, he pulled his cock free of his pup’s mouth, looked down at Copper and frowned. “Hmm…not quite done yet. I got a idea though. How’d ya like a taste a Master’s ass, Copper? That make ya a happy pup?”

He went over to the couch and bent over the side, Copper came up behind him and started licking at Master’s filthy crack, shoving his new nose against the hole, shivering with pleasure. Unable to stop himself, he reared up, trying to grapple the sides of his master and started grinding his cock against his leg, humping him, licking Master’s ass from his snout, eyes glazing over. He could feel the bad man dying away now, Master was all he needed to think about, didn’t even need to think. Just a pup, a dumb obedient pup. With a howl, he shot a load of his new pup cum across the side of the couch, and then dismounted from Master, hoping he hadn’t done a bad thing. He’d just been such a horny pup.

Master hefted himself up, and laughed. “Ya sure got spirit, I’ll give ya that. But yer at the bottom of the pack right now, Copper. Still, I’ll let Buddy and Rover break that intah ya tahnight. Come on.”

Not at all sure what Master was talking about, he walked after Master through the house. His legs felt strange–his hindquarters were nearly all dog, and he felt a tail wagging along behind him. His forelegs still looked mostly human, except for that his hands had become paws. Still, he wasn’t a real dog–just a pup. Out in the backyard, he saw a fenced area, and two sets of eyes staring at them in the early morning light. Master opened the gate and pushed Copper in, and he found himself faced with two massive pups. Master obviously liked his pups to work out–while their hindquarters were sleek, their upper bodies bulged with muscle, and both of them started snarling. Copper snarled back, but the first smacked him with a paw. He tried to fight, but in a matter of moments he was pinned to the ground as the first pup, Buddy, mounted him, and when he’d cum up Copper ass, the second pup took his turn. Master watched the show, seeing the strong will in Copper’s eyes fade away. By the time Rover had finished, Copper was a new dog–deferential, eager to please, and subservient to the rest of the pack.

Satisfied with his new addition, Master headed inside, letting the three dogs get to know each other better in the dog run. He’d start training Copper up in a few days, after he’d recovered physically and his new pup’s personality had had time to settle in. Still, he had no doubts that Copper would be as good a pup as all the rest–and after he’d sold off Buddy and Rover to good homes looking for a kinky gay pup–Copper could have his turn as an alpha, and show future pups the ropes too.

Pig woke with a start, and tried to roll up, but found himself constrained in his own steel cage. “What the fuck!” he shouted, but the words were muffled by something stuck over his mouth, some sort of mask which was tied behind his head. He tried to rip it off, but before he could, his visitor had stepped in front of him, and with a wave of his hand, froze Pig in place.

“Calm down. Don’t remove your gear. Obey my commands,” he said, and with a second wave Pig was free to move again, but he couldn’t even touch his face now.

“What the fuck is this, what are you doing?” he said.

“Well, you see, I do love a good pig fuck, but you…well, you just aren’t pig enough for me yet. Still, we’re going to fix that, don’t you worry, just few final touches…” he said, and with a wave of energy a circle of candles sprung to life around the cage, and the man began to chant in some sort of language Pig neither recognized or liked to hear.

Still, he managed to look at the little bit of clothing he still had on–some gloves and boots, a chain collar with a padlock and a pink bow around his neck, a round snout like mask and a headband with some floppy ears on them. As the visitor chanted however, he felt the gear start to squirm, and with a searing pain, it all began to adhere to his body. No, not just adhere to his body, his body was changing inside the cage as the chant grew in intensity, the changes racing through him faster than he could even comprehend, all of them painful beyond belief, the words wrapping their way around him, binding themselves to him, and with a final shout it was done, the lights shot sparks, the candles burst into blue flame and extinguished themselves, plunging them both into darkness.

It was tighter in the cage. Pig didn’t fit in it anymore, it felt like the life was being crushed out of him. He heard the door swing open and with a grunt, he tumbled out, heavy and soft, and started crawling away, but he hadn’t gotten very far before small balls of magical light erupted around the room, and he found himself facing himself in a mirror, and he squealed in terror. He wasn’t human anymore, well, not entirely, His face looked more pig than man, and his hands, they had hardened into trotters, the same with his feet, and he was enormously fat…and horny. Horny for his master, horny for master’s cock in his pussy.

“What a beautiful little sow,” the visitor said, walking up behind Pig. Where his balls had been there was now a wet slit, his cock now shriveled into an inch long clit, and the visitor slid several fingers in, feeling the sow start grunting, bucking back, hungry for his cock. “Heh, don’t forget that you’re the one who said no limits.”

The Fifth Day of Christmas

“Psst, hey–where’s the fucking milk?”

Gary groaned and felt a hand shake his shoulder, rousing him from sleep, and he found a wide shadow looming over him in his bedroom, and he let out a shout of surprise.

“Oh don’t be such a wimp,” the shadow said, and it flipped on the light next to them, and Gary found himself looking up at what had to be Santa Claus, although he’d never imagined his outfit might be so…revealing. “Look, I scrounged around and found some cookies,” Santa said, holding up the package of Oreos in his hand, “But all you have in the house is fucking soy milk–how disgusting is that?”

“I’m…I’m lactose intolerant–I never have milk in the house…” Gary said.

Santa did not look amused. “Hmmph, well I guess we’ll have to do something about that then, won’t we? Santa needs his milk after all, even if I have to make my own cow to get it.”

Santa pushed down Gary’s sheets and grabbed hold of both of his nipples, making him gasp in pain as the big man worked them over…and he could feel something happening to them as Santa twisted them–they were growing larger. Not just his nipples though–Gary had always been a thin guy, and as he watched, his chest started to grow and expand with fat, turning into heavy moobs in a matter of moments…and they ached. It was like they were balloons filled with too much water, and he saw that the thumb and forefingers on Santa’s gloves were wet with…something. “What–What are you doing to moooee?” Gary moaned.

Santa didn’t reply–he just licked his lips and started sucking on one of Gary’s thick nipples, and he felt his milk gush into Santa’s mouth. With a quiver, he realized that he was actually getting close to cumming, and he reached down to stroke his cock, but Santa beat him to it, stretching and kneading his cock and balls in his gloved hand, Gary shivering, mooing and moaning as his balls grew three times their original size, and they ached just as much as his milk filled moobs. Before long, cum was dribbling out of him at a constant dribble, soaking the sheets beneath him, and Santa–after sucking his first moob dry–moved onto the second, his hands massaging Gary’s stomach, growing a huge gut and fat pad which swallowed up half his cock, and when both his breasts were drained, Santa rolled Gary over, kneading his ass into two fat cheeks before thrusting his hard cock deep into Gary’s hole.

“Fuck, milk always makes me so fucking horny–it’s a good thing this fat ass of yours was made for plowing cow–feels fucking great,” Santa grunted out as Gary felt the last few changes overtake him–two short horns growing out of his temples, the rest of his body filling out with fat, and the overwhelming desire to feed. To feed men his manmilk, to make them addicted to it’s taste, and to watch them grow fatter, until they were obese or even better, immobile. Santa finally finished up his fuck, unloading a huge wad of cum into Gary’s ass, and the fat cowman let out a grunt of satisfaction, rolling back over and kneading his full tits, his cock leaking profusely.

“Fuck Santa, that was great—are you sure you don’t want to stick around and drink some mooore?” Gary groaned.

“Oh you slutty cow,” Santa said, slapping Gary’s gut, “Tell you what–why don’t you spend tonight milking yourself, and give samples to all of your friends? I’m sure you’ll have plenty of guys lining up for that milk of yours in no time. Me though? I gotta get going–places to go, gifts to give, you know the drill.”

Santa waved a large pile of glass milk bottles into existence next to Gary’s bed, and the cow did spend the rest of the night milking himself into them, excited to give them to all of his friends, so that before long they could all live with him, drinking his man milk, and growing bigger every day.

“Fuck Santa, you’re such a slut,” Marty said, watching his boss drain two elven cocks at once, his mouth big enough for both of their modestish members to fit in together in he opened real wide. The elves were both fucking wildly, close to the edge, and they came nearly together, Santa drinking down as much as he could, but one cock popped out, spraying cum across his already sticky, white beard, which he licked up hungrily.

“Hey, can I fuckin’ help it that your elf cum tastes so fuckin’ delicious?” Santa said, following it up with his  a boisterous “Ho, ho, ho!”

Saint Nick had undergone a rather severe change of heart, for those two weeks he was hooked up to those tanks, pumped full of cum and Marty’s magic whisky, the elf visiting him every day, implanting new desires, filthy perversions, preparing him for a whole new kind of Christmas. It was already quickly turning to fall, the weather growing colder as the nights deepened, but Santa had spent much of it working out, bulking up to a sizable muscle bear, though he never did lose his gut entirely–it was usually brimming with too much elf cum to not bulge out obscenely in front of him, as he wandered the workshop, inspecting–and testing–the toys, whipping and punishing the elves that slacked off, sucking and fucking as much elf cock as he could find, perpetually starved for their cum, after his prolonged exposure.

The elves were still working on his final look for his Christmas ride, but Santa was never wearing anything other than leather or rubber these days. He was feeling sexy at the moment, wearing leather chaps and boots, sleigh bells hanging and jingling from his newly pierced nipples, cum drooling off the PA in the head of his cock, shrouded by his thick foreskin. While he still smoked pipes on occasion, he’d branched out, today opting for thick, foul smelling cigars, and he pushed a plume into Marty’s face, watching the head elf scowl a bit. “What did you want to show me anyway, Marty? And do you want to show me before or after I drain a few loads from those balls of yours?” Santa asked.

“Heh, after I think–you might want to see what I have for you down in the stables first,” Marty said.

His curiosity piqued, Santa followed the burly elf out of the workshop and across the snowy ground to the large stables. The elf flung open the doors, and Santa looked at the nine young men bound up on the straw in the stable. “Wait…what did you do with the reindeer?”

“Oh, nothing you need to worry about–I just thought our new Santa could use some new steeds to pull him around in the night, what do you think? I found nine of the hottest, sluttiest guys just for you. Now, don’t you think they could use some Christmas magic?”

Marty pulled out a small pouch, opened the drawstring and dusted the first man he came to with the powder, and they watched the young man start to writhe and squirm on the ground, his body expanding with thick muscle which was quickly coated with a fine dusting of brown hair. At the same time, two bony antlers were growing out of the man’s temples as he snorted and grunted, exploding out of his clothing, his cock angry and red. Curious, Santa walked up and ran his hand along the shaft, feeling the cock pulse and lengthen in his hand, the head growing redder until it began to glow a deep, throbbing red in the dark stable.

“Now that’s what I’d like guiding me in the foggy nights,” Santa said, stroking his new reindeer slut, getting his hand coated with Rudolf’s cum and licking it off his palm.

Marty tossed Santa the sack of powder, “Have at it Sir Claus, if you’re still thirsty afterwards, you know where to find me.”

Santa, however, was happy fucking with his new reindeer for the next few days, but now the anticipation was killing him–at last, it was Christmas Eve, his reindeer were hitched to his sleigh, his red leather harness lined with white fur, heavy brown leather biker boots, red latex chaps which stopped at his knees revealing his half hard cock. The only thing that hadn’t changed was his usual hat. In the back of the sleigh were huge, black rubber bags, stuffed full of naughty toys for naughty boys and men, all over the world. With one last, deep kiss to Marty, Santa off into the sky, the beginning of his long, wild ride.

And he had so many adventures that night, I suppose I’ll have to spend the twelve days of Christmas telling you all about them.

The Lizardman Plot (Part 2)

by Wesley Bracken

Commissioned by: Guderian

WARNING: This one is strange too. Scalies, F to M TF, raunch, incest, other stuff….

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The machine kept each person separate from the people on either side of them on the conveyor belt, but that did nothing to soften the screams that surrounded Krista on all sides as she was swallowed deeper into the machine. Already mechanical arms had ripped away all of her clothing, sprayed her down with any number of chemicals and solutions–including one which had stripped all of the hair from her head and her body, flushing it away down a drain–leaving her naked and smooth in her small, moving room, besieged at each point by a massive number of probes and metal claws that examined every inch of her body, from the measurements of her face, to the size of her breasts, digging into her vagina and ass as she screamed along with the rest, humiliated and terrified, but she soon discovered that this was just the beginning.

When it seemed like there was nothing else that the the machine could do to her, the small room came to a stop, and what had been grey walls to both sides were suddenly made of what looked like, in the dim light of the machine, to be some sort of strange goo, and then the goo started closing in from both sides. There was nowhere for her to go, and in seconds the two membranes of goo had collided with her between them, sealed inside the rubber like film. She tired to breathe, and she felt the goo actually plunge into her open mouth, down into her lungs and her throat, as it also pressed its way up into her pussy and even into her ass, probing deep and violating her again. She was pinned in place, sealed inside a vacuum, and even though there was no way she could breathe, somehow, when she kept moving down the conveyor, she didn’t black out. The membrane, it seemed, was providing everything she needed to stay alive–but she certainly couldn’t scream. No wonder the back end of the machine had been so silent, she realized.

No longer needing the room or the belt to move her, the machine opened up into a large cavity, the gunk imprisoning her suspended from a set of hooks above her, and all around her were gators working in and amongst all of the other people trapped in the same way as her, screaming silently, their eyes moving in the transparent goo, but nothing else able to move an inch. One gator, however, wasn’t working–he was watching–and when he saw her he hit a large red button, bringing her line to a halt. He came over, uncoupled her from the hooks and carried her off, attaching her to an unmoving line next to a control panel, and he started working on some sort of program, and around his wrist, Krista could see the bracelet which Matt had seen in the first room–this was the same lizard he had been obsessed with. Her stomach sank–she’d been hoping that Matt had remained free, hoping that he could expose the whole thing, but not only had he most likely been captured, he must have betrayed her as well. What in the world would these beasts do to spies, when she had no idea what they were even doing to people?

The gator finished working on the program, and then he resumed waiting, watching the line Krista was on, and after half an hour or so, another person slid down the line and came to a halt next to Krista–Matt, also encased in goo and stripped of all of his hair. The gator walked up to Matt, grinning, and started running his claws along Matt’s full belly and his cock, their eyes locked together. The gator hissed in a way reminiscent of a laugh, and then released Krista’s rack to continue deeper into the machine.

It came to a stop in a dimly lit room, where a metal claw took a tube and shoved it deep into her pussy, where it adhered to the goo inside, and began pumping something warm inside her. She shivered at the sensation, feeling a near spontaneous orgasm rip through her, but it felt like the liquid was being drawn deep into her body, and changing her in some way she couldn’t even describe. Two more tubes were attached to her breasts, pumping at her chest as the tube in her pussy stopped filling her up, and began sucking as well. Both of tubes on her breast and inside of her were now painful, and she tried to shout and scream into the goo, feeling her body being reworked and contorted against her will. The tube slowly withdrew from her pussy, when it did, she saw that something was being drawn out with it–inside the tube…was a scrotum, and when it emerged, she saw that her vagina was gone, replaced by two full, low hanging balls beneath her clit, and then the tubes detatched from her chest, and she saw that her breasts had been replaced by muscle. She now had two pecs than any man would be proud to own, and she tried to look down at her now masculine body, but couldn’t–she could only feel the strange sensation of her new balls hanging from her groin yet suspended in the goo, the flatness of her chest, and then the rack started moving again down a short track, before arriving at another room.

This time, at least, there weren’t any tubes. However, it was pitch black when she entered, and when the rack came to a stop, lights clicked on all over the room, brilliant yellow, heating her up in moments, and she felt the goo encasing her come alive. It squirmed against her skin under the heat of the light, burrowing down into her pores, the goo in her throat, lungs and ass driving in deeper as well. She couldn’t even begin to describe what it felt like inside of her, the goo rearranging organs, bone and muscle, but her skin felt like it was growing dryer and cracking apart. The surface of her body was splitting apart into dark green scales, and she went rigid as the goo within her latched onto her spinal cord, and it started growing, pushing out her tailbone, the small of her back bulging out as a tail pushed its way out of her, growing several feet long in a matter of seconds, the goo stretching to accommodate and support it as muscle filled in to support the new weight.

Her hands and face felt like the goo was massaging itself into every nook and cranny, growing her teeth out into sharp fangs, reshaping the bones of her skull, flattening her nose and extending her mouth into a short, rounded snout. It even managed to worm it’s way around her eyes, her sight shifting as her pupils and iris changed, the light now even harsher to her more sensitive vision, her ears disappearing entirely, crushed to the side of her head and covered in scales. After what felt like ages, the lights finally shut off, Krista trying to grapple with the new sensations of her body in the darkness, the rack above her grinding to life and rolling down the track to the next room where she came to a halt.

She could see far better in the low light now, the claw taking the tube and shoving it down her throat, Krista no longer sure how to work her jaw, and again, the tube started pumping something into her, heat spreading from her stomach out to the rest of her body, her muscles convulsing painfully beyond her control, each contraction destroying and rebuilding muscle tissue faster than could have ever been possible. Her bones ached as well, and she felt her new skeletal structure start to bulge and expand, the goo lengthening as she grew two feet taller, topping out at over eight feet tall, her muscle bulging out past bodybuilder and growing even larger, almost comical in size, her new pecs bulging out from her chest in two shelves, her biceps and arms so thick she couldn’t drop them to her sides, thighs and calves thicker than any man she’d ever seen.

The claw wasn’t finished however, and attached one last tube to her clit, and she felt it start sucking and pumping, pleasure wracking it’s way through her in orgasmic waves as it grew larger and thicker in the tube, and before long, she had a huge, thick cock over a foot long, semi erect over her churning balls, and she realized that she wasn’t even a woman anymore. She wasn’t even human anymore. She was some abomination, some terrible beast. This was even worse than the first part–before, at least she had suffered her humiliation as herself. Now, her very identity had been ripped away from her. She couldn’t even recognize this body as hers. Is this what had happened to everyone the lizards had captured? Is this what they were doing? Slowly replacing the human race with their own kind?

The tubes retracted at last, and her rack proceeded along the track, and she hoped this would be the end of it, but in her heart, she knew that there would be one more stop. After all, her mind hadn’t changed at all. She finally arrived at what she assumed would be the final stop, and there was a bright golden screen, similar to the glowing eyes the gator with Travis’ bracelet had possessed–or, she realized, the gator who most likely had been Travis a few weeks before. Unable to look away, she felt the rhythmic patterns drill down into her mind and her soul, breaking her down. She fought back, but what, in the end, was the point? She had already lost everything of herself–why shouldn’t she lose her mind to? It would be a relief, really. She didn’t want to be a lizard, she didn’t want to be a man, but being trapped between would be even worse. Letting go of her fear, she let herself fall into the golden shine, and felt herself dissolve away into the gold.

***

Matt struggled against the cocoon binding him, trying to break away as the gator ran its talons up and down his naked body. He could feel everything through the thin layer of goo, and as he fought, he mostly resisted the pull of his brother’s golden eyes, but he couldn’t avoid them for very long. They sucked him back in, and his body froze in place again, but rather than the compulsion from before, the voice was more clear in his mind, the anger and the rage that his brother felt towards him.

Matt tried to push back, he tried to apologize. He’d been afraid when he’d found Travis, his little brother, in bed with one of his best friends–one of his best…male friends. How could Matt have known that his parents would throw Travis out of the house? It wasn’t his fault–none of it. He’d tried to stop them, he tried to help him, but then he’d disappeared and he’d been looking for him ever since. What could he have done?

The gator threw those arguments aside. It was over–the past. Nothing could be done about it, about the deep, writhing pit of anger he’d felt, that he still felt after this whole year, even after he’d been kidnapped from the street and twisted into a lizardman, he still held onto it. It was a betrayal deeper than Matt could have even begun to imagine, because Travis had loved him–capital “L” love–and that rejection had crushed him in ways he hadn’t even been equipped to deal with. Still, he had Matt now, and he ran a claw up the length of Matt’s cock, making his brother shiver, knowing that soon enough everything would be perfect. Still, he wanted to see him do it, he forced the pleasure into Matt, amplified it as he stroked his imprisoned cock, and after a moment, Matt shook in the cocoon and the gator watched him pump a load of cum into the vacuum, and then he finally looked away. He started the program and watched Matt’s rack roll deeper into the machine, and then, almost as an afterthought, unhooked the bracelet he’d worn everyday to remind him of the betrayal which had led him here and let it fall to the grimy metal floor of the machine. He wouldn’t need it after this was finished, and he hurried off down a corridor towards the end of the machine.

As he went, he passed hundreds of other people in the midst of standard transformations, however, as a Golden, Travis had a certain amount of freedom to experiment. He was still, technically, subordinate to the raptors, but concerning the fact that none of them could resist his eyes if he felt like it, none of them were really willing to contest him either. As a gator, he actually knew the workings of the machine better than the raptors, so even if he wasn’t in charge, the entire system would crumble without him and the other golden gators like him. The machine was massive, but he was still able to reach the exit before both Matt and Krista. Here, the cocoons were deposited, at this point the goo brittle and hard, the newly born lizards ripping their way out into their new lives, being directed to their training sessions in the hot tunnels beneath the surface of the earth. He only had to wait for a few minutes, before Krista–or rather, the massive raptor who Krista had become–slid out of the machine and hit the floor, the huge beast inside already starting to rip it’s way out with it’s long claws.

Travis stood back a few paces and admired his handiwork. The behemoth of a cock was especially stunning–it was a shame she hadn’t become a Golden like him, she would have made a spectacular general. Still, when it came to time to wipe clean the surface world she would destroy and slaughter a great many apes, he was certain. Beneath the goo, Krista flexed her muscles in both of her arms, and the goo shattered apart, scattering in every direction, and she started ripping the rest away and stood up, not quite steady, her thick tail forcing her to lean forward as she looked at her clawed hands, and then felt her rigid, scaled cock, somehow certain that something else should be there instead…but what? Her brain felt like mush–it just couldn’t seem to process much of anything, and when the gator walked up and started stroking her cock, she let out a hiss and shot a huge load of cum from her balls almost instantly.

They shared a gaze for a few moments, the gator telling her what to do, and what to expect, and a few minutes later, a second cocoon of goo slid out of the machine, and Travis hurried over to his brother. He wanted to be the first to see him, to see what he had done to him. Matt wasn’t much taller than he had been–and was quite short by gator standards, but he was much fatter, nearly a blob, and eager to see, Travis started ripping away the goo, freeing him, but as soon as Matt’s face was free, he could smell something he needed, something he wanted, and he slid out his long tongue and ran it along Travis’ thick inner thigh and up to his ass crack, shivering, the taste of the musky crack nearly making his small, two inch cock explode with cum. However, before Travis could indulge, he was thrown to one side as Krista stormed over, and rammed her huge cock into Matt’s long snout, snorting and bucking roughly, pumping cum down Matt’s throat, the gator swallowing it all down, and Krista just kept fucking. It was her purpose–or at least that’s what Travis had told her. To fuck, and fuck roughly, to use and abuse Matt to her heart’s content.

Travis freed the rest of Matt’s body, and Krista rolled the huge gator over onto his huge belly and started fucking his ass, the massive cock sliding in easily, and Travis simply stared into his brother’s eyes for a few minutes, making sure he fully understood his new role. He was a cumdump, the lowest of the low, meant to serve and please every other lizard in any way they demanded. He was too stupid to work on the machine, he was too weak to fight or even mine beneath the earth, and so he would be a slave, a urinal, a tongue to clean their sweaty bodies and reeking assholes, and he would love it, he would relish it. It’s all he’d ever wanted to do–it’s all he’d ever wanted to be.

It took Krista over ten loads to feel sated, and even then, her cock was still rock hard. She probably would have kept fucking if another raptor hadn’t gotten her attention, and directed her to follow him to a combat lesson. Travis enjoyed his brother for a few more minutes, and then compelled him to get up and follow Travis deeper into the mines. There were many gators down there, mining metal and coal and oil for the machine who would love a cumdump to abuse in the depths, and then, Travis would always know just where to find his brother, when he wanted to use him.

The Lizardman Plot (Part 1)

by Wesley Bracken

Commissioned by: Guderian

WARNING: This one is strange too. Scalies, F to M TF, raunch, incest other stuff….

“What if they turn around? They can still see us!”

“Would you just come on? You said you’d be able to keep up.”

Matt blushed, but Krista had already stepped out from behind the shipping container and was dashing across the drive towards the main building of the complex, and Matt pushed himself up off the ground and hurried after her, but he wasn’t quite as well equipped as she was for running. She–six foot three, lithe and limber, gymnast and karate enthusiast, and he–short pudgy art major, emphasis photography, more used to watching scenes than participating in them. Still, he did his best to keep up, and managed to come up next to her beside the building, where there was a window high on the factory wall above them.

“Give me a boost,” Krista said.

“Wait, what?”

“Come on, get me up to the window. I’ll sneak in and open the door.”

“I don’t think that’s–”

“Would you quit thinking so hard and just do it? That security cart is going to come around again eventually, and if you don’t hurry up and boost me, then they’re going to catch us, and then we’re going to be in as much shit as everyone we’re looking. Do you want to find your brother or not?”

Matt gulped. Travis was the reason he’d gotten sucked into this whole conspiracy in the first place. He had to find him–it was his fault that he’d gone missing in the first place. Matt had been looking out for him after everything that happened with their parents when he’d suddenly disappeared, and that had led him to Krista’s website where she cataloged the massive string of disappearances which it seemed like everyone of importance was turning a blind eye towards. While Krista had never really respected, nor trusted, Matt much, she had been impressed with his photography and camera work, especially after he documented a kidnapping in an alley on the street, two men with strange golden eyes luring some young men into the back of a van. He’d helped her confront a few politicians and police officers on camera as well, but while the videos had gone a bit viral, still nothing was being done. They needed an expose, and for that, she knew they needed to get into the complex.

It was huge, but then again, every building in the industrial district was huge. The disappearances had begun right after the ribbon cutting ceremony–which had been attended by nearly every city politician, and most of the police force. The truth was in there, she was sure of it, and so she glared Matt down until he sighed, clasped his hands into a step and braced himself, letting Krista step up and push herself off, grabbing the ledge and pulling herself up, where she fiddled with the window for a moment and slipped inside. Matt, meanwhile, did his very best to make himself as small as possible in the shadows, and hoped that no one would notice him, should they pass by again. Still, he wasn’t exactly hard to spot–he was a big, clumsy guy really, and Krista was already furious at him for the noise he’d made climbing over the fence earlier. Still, he didn’t have to wait long. He saw the door near where he was crouching pop open, and Krista motioned him to join her inside. After taking a quick look around, he hurried in, nearly tripping and sprawling out on the gravel, but he caught himself–or rather, Krista caught him and yanked him inside where they tumbled into a heap.

They disentangled in an awkward moment, Matt blushing and apologizing quietly as he did, and Krista just looked at him, obviously regretting having him along. Still, he was the one with the camera know-how, and she was the one with the skills–they had to work together for any of this to work out at all. Besides, she could use an extra set of eyes, as clumsy as he might be. Still, they were inside, for better or worse, and Krista led Matt up onto a high catwalk, hopefully out of sight from anyone on the ground, and from the dust on the railing, she assumed it wasn’t highly trafficked. With Krista in the lead, and Matt behind her, doing his best to calm his nerves, they pressed their way deeper into the facility, the rooms becoming hotter and steamier, stinking like a swamp before too long.

They hadn’t gone far, however, when they saw that it wasn’t people who were staffing the facility, but something else entirely. They were all lizardmen, or at least that’s the best description that either one of them could come up with. They found themselves in a steamy, swelteringly hot room, one side of the room covered with dials and controls, pistons and pipes all of them staffed and manned by lizards, but from their high vantage, hidden amongst the pipes clustered at the ceiling, they could see that there were really two types of lizards below them. Most of the work was being done by larger lizards that looked like alligators who had figured out how to walk on their hind legs. Around the room, manning computers and supervising the gators were slender, muscular raptors, their eyes far more intelligent…and even a bit cruel. They saw one of the gators trip up suddenly, and faster than they could see, a raptor had hopped down and was beating it back upright, forcing it to get back to work at the machine wall.

Something else they couldn’t help but notice was that all of the lizards were male. The gators all had normal sized cocks and balls–or they would be normal on a person. On their large, wide frames, they actually looked small. Such was not the case with the raptors–their cocks were all huge, and they all remained erect or semi-erect as they watched. On occasion, a raptor would obviously become horny and summon a gator to service it, before sending it back to the wall. However, at the center of much of the activity was one raptor who was different from the others–his eyes were not the greenish hazel of all the rest–they were speckled with gold and shone in the dim light of the room. He seemed to be in charge, and as Matt looked around the room, he noticed that there was a gator walking along the wall, supervising the workers, who had the same golden eyes, and something else was glinting there, on his wrist…

He let out a gasp and pointed the gator out to Krista. Through the haze of steam they could actually see them quite well, and the one Matt indicated had a glint of metal around it’s wrist. “That’s Travis’ bracelet! What in the fuck is one of those things doing with my brother’s fucking bracelet?”

“How do you know it’s even his?”

“I just know, alright? I’m the one who bought it for him.”

“Look,” Krista said, “We can’t exactly go down there and interrogate it–we don’t even know if they can speak English. Let’s just keep going–we have to try and find the prisoners anyway–that’s where your brother will be.”

Matt grimaced, and followed Krista for a few paces along the catwalk, but then stopped, looking back at the gator, and for a moment, the gator looked away from it’s machine and locked eyes with Matt, the sight freezing him in place, and Matt knew he couldn’t leave–that gator knew something about his brother, he just knew it. Still, even though the gator had seen him, he didn’t sound an alarm–it just kept minding the workers…but why? “No…No, you go on ahead, I need to follow this fucker,” he said to Krista.

“We can’t split up Matt,” Krista said, “and every second we spend out in the open is risking us getting caught.”

“No…No, I don’t know why, but this is important. Just go on ahead, I’ll catch up.”

“You are so fucking stubborn–”

“I’m not going, Krista, so go find the prisoners, and text me when you do–we’ll figure out how to get out then.”

“But I need your camera. Without evidence, we can’t get anyone to take this seriously–do you know how crazy this is going to sound if we try to report a factory full of lizards?”

Matt just thought for a moment, and then started snapping pictures of the room below. “This is plenty of evidence–go find the prisoners…I’m gonna figure out what this fucking gator did to my brother. I’ll just slow you down anyway.”

Krista could tell that Matt had made up his mind, and with an exasperated sigh hurried off down the catwalk, leaving her partner and his camera behind as she ventured deeper into the factory. She passed several more rooms like the first, filled with gators working at the side of other massive walls of dials and levers, and that was when she realized that all of the rooms were connected to the same, massive contraption. The factory was actually a building housing one massive machine, and she was pacing the side of it, and after another room or two, she heard the screams–human screams–coming from wall only to be suddenly cut off, one after the other, from the inside of the machine the lizards were running. Was it…killing them in there? Each room after that was terrible, the screams continuous and growing louder, and she could hear them coming from the direction she was heading, from what she assumed to be the beginning of the machine. When she reached the final room, and saw the raptors shoving their human prisoners into the gaping maw of the massive device, her legs failed her, and she had to sit down, watching man, woman and child herded into the machine, screaming and shouting for help–but no one could help them, not even her, not this many of them.

This was huge–it was bigger than she could have ever imagined. How long had this been going on? What in the world was this machine even doing to people? Certainly it was killing them…but why this huge machine if all you’re doing is executing them? Was it turning humanity into food? Energy? She had no idea, she didn’t want to have any idea. What in the world could anyone even do about this? People must already know, important people, people who could stop it, there had to be some massive conspiracy behind all of this for it to have even been built in the heart of the city. Matt and her had uncovered something far larger than they could have ever imagined, but she had to do something, she had to. That was when she noticed that she had been spotted.

This room had neither the steam nor the pipes which had hidden her from view in the earlier rooms, and now two of the raptors were heading up a stairwell onto the catwalk. Krista got up and went to run in the opposite direction, only to see that two other raptors were racing up to cut off her escape route. Instead of waiting for all four to converge on her, she charged at the two coming from behind, catching them off guard at the top of the stairs, grabbing the first raptor and hurling him off the catwalk to the ground below. The second, however, rammed into her, slamming her back against the railing and almost toppling her over as well. She fought him off for a few moments, punching and kicking, but by then the other two had caught up with them, and between the three raptors, they pinned her down and dragged her off the catwalk and to the front of the line, all three of them hissing at themselves. She had no idea what they were saying, but they almost sounded…like they were laughing? She didn’t know, but she fought harder as they moved her to the front of the line, flipped a few dials and changed a few settings on the control panels, and then pitched her head first into the gaping maw of the machine.

***

Matt remained on the catwalk for almost an hour, hunkered down, watching his target obsessively, as he moved from station to station. The heat of the room, especially up high in the steam, was getting to Matt, and he was starting to sweat, and he fidgited in place, trying to stay still, but at the same time angry and terrified and desperate to see that gator. Several times, through the zoom lens on his camera, he examined the gator’s bracelet, reaffirming for himself that it really was his brother’s. What in the world was the gator doing with it? He settled down slowly, and off and on, the gator would look up at him on the catwalk, lock eyes with Matt for a moment or two, and grin, before returning to his work, and eventually Matt realized something–he couldn’t move.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to move, it was that he literally couldn’t. He was stuck in place, and he couldn’t even explain why. The one thing he could move was his eyes, and they could only follow the gator, watch him, waiting for him to look up at him, waiting for another chance to see the gator’s eyes, his beautiful, golden, captivating eyes. They might have looked like shiny mud at first, but each time Matt got another look at them, he could see the gold specks embedded in it’s irises, the smooth curve of it’s vertical pupils, he loved it’s eyes in ways that Matt couldn’t even explain. How long had he been sitting there, his legs going numb, arms limp, eyes focused only on the gator below him? He barely heard the whistle, even though it sounded from a speaker only a few feet away from him, and he watched the gators, exhausted and sweaty, all file away from the machine, replaced by a slew of fresh ones ready for their own shift, and after only a minute of downtime the machine was up and running once again, and Matt’s eyes watched his gator slip away from the crowd leaving the room, climb up the steps to the catwalk, and make its way to where Matt was sitting, frozen, terrified and also somehow eager, and he saw just how huge the gator’s were.

From above, they had just seemed large, but from where he was crouched down, the eight foot tall beast, weighing in at over 500 pounds, stinking of musk and swamp, claws clicking against the metal of the catwalk, towered over him. Matt was scared though, every space in his mind was reserved for the gator’s eyes, following them, enraptured, and the closer the lizard came, the clearer he could hear it, the voice in his head, the voice telling him to stay still, to not move, to watch only him. He knew that voice though, it was Travis’s voice–why was he hearing Travis? And then, the gator came to a stop in front of him, and the voice told Matt to stand up, and this close, mere inches from the gator’s jaws, the hot breath against face, Matt finally realized why. The gator hadn’t done something to his brother.

The gator was his brother.

He had no idea how he could know that, some small cue, some instinctive certainty, some base recognition. His brother recognized him, as well, but Matt could sense his confusion. Matt wasn’t supposed to be here, he wasn’t even supposed to recognize him. The voice was digging around in Matt’s mind now through their locked gaze, trying to figure out their relation, and it saw how Matt had gotten in with Krista, and then bumbled deeper into Matt’s thoughts and memories, looking at remembrances of it’s old self and comparing them to it’s own distant memories and grudges and anger–it’s saw its human body through Matt’s mind’s eye in confusion. The gator broke the gaze finally, the voice leaving Matt’s head, and he stumbled back. Still, after sitting for so long his body wasn’t quite ready to move, and he fell back onto the catwalk, the gator taking a couple of steps back as well, as confused and disturbed as Matt, but also very, very angry–at Matt.

Matt realized now, why the gator hadn’t sounded an alarm or reported him. He had been as curious about Matt as Matt had been towards him. And now that they knew the truth of it, neither one of them knew what to do. “T–Travis?” Matt managed to say, “Travis, what did they do to you?”

The gator took a step back again, shaking it’s head, hissing something but unable to speak, and then it glared at Matt, the anger there freezing Matt in place once more, and Matt felt so much–pain, fear, anger–everything his brother had experienced. Was he blaming him for what had happened? He hadn’t meant for it to happen; how could he have known what their parents would do? He’d just panicked, couldn’t he see that? Matt tried to tell him that he was here to help, that he wanted to save him, but the gator wasn’t listening. Frozen in place once again, the gator turned and walked away, Matt struggling against the paralysis as he watched his brother hurry back down the catwalk and disappear into the complex.

For the next few minutes, Matt tried as hard as he could to break free from the control holding him in place, but by the time the gator returned with a slim, muscular raptor in tow, all Matt could do was wiggle his fingers. The two lizards returned, and the raptor seemed pleased, especially when Travis reached down and started massaging the raptors huge cock until it was rock hard. The raptor went to grab Matt and haul him off, but the gator stopped him, and they had some hissed conversation, Travis seemed to be suggesting something to the raptor, reaching out with one clawed hand to stroke the toned beasts’ hard cock. The raptor seemed…hesitant, and that was when the gator locked eyes with Matt again, and he stood up, stripping off his clothing in a trance, and when he was naked, he bent over and started fingering his ass with two fingers, unable to stop himself from moaning, unable to beat back the voice telling him to make it good, telling him how much he wanted to please these lizards, how much he wanted to be fucked by the raptor’s massive cock.

The display was enough for the raptor to be convinced, and he walked around behind Matt, gripping the man’s fat thighs in his sharp claws, drawing blood as he slid his thick, foot long cock deep into Matt’s hole. He would have screamed if not for the voice muting him, Travis–no, not Travis, Travis would never do this to him. The gator locked eyes with him, convincing him that this is what he wanted–what he needed, but it was more than that. Matt could remember how he had outed Travis to their parents, how they had kicked him out of the house. Matt had felt guilty, he tried to explain himself, his fear, but the gator wasn’t listening, and Matt, suddenly, smelled something amazing. The musk and sweat and filth rolling off the gator’s body–he needed it. He leaned forward, pressing his face into the scaled belly, licking all of it up, the gator grabbing both sides of his face and smearing it all over him, Matt panting in pain as the raptor behind him started plowing him, not even caring, Matt working a bit lower until he was sucking and licking at his gator brother’s cock, hungry for gator cum in all of his holes, or even more than that. The raptor behind him let out a wild hiss, and Matt felt him pump one load of cum into his ass, and just keep on fucking–the sight of his brother’s ass filled with lizard cum was too much for the gator as well, and he came, Matt drinking down all of his load as well.

The gator hissed something at the raptor, and he pulled out his cock for a few moments, letting them reposition Matt so that he was lying on his back on the metal catwalk. The raptor hefted his legs into the air and resumed fucking him, still hard as a rock, the gator looming over Matt, locking eyes with him, the perversions flowing into Matt’s mind at a hectic pace, the hunger, and then the gator let loose a blast of piss, soaking his one time brother’s face, Matt opening his mouth the drink down the strange smelling urine as quickly as he could, and when the gator finished, he turned around, squatted down and sat right on his face, Matt shivering with pleasure from the stink and musk of the gator’s ass, and licked and sucked at the grime, shoving his tongue as deep up his ass as he could, feeling the gator’s fat tail wrap it’s way around his cock and start jacking him off. Matt tried to resist, but it was only seconds before he was cumming, spasming under the gator’s bulk, barely able to breathe but so pleased that he could be serving these lizards. All of them came once more, the raptor flooding cum so deep up Matt’s ass that he couldn’t even hold it all in when he pulled out, Travis cumming once more with Matt’s tongue buried up his hole, and then he made Matt lovingly lick his cock, balls, belly and gunt clean afterwards.

Matt, however, knew that his brother had something else planned for him, he could tell by the tone of the conversation going on between the raptor and the gator. Eventually, the raptor dragged the exhausted and well fucked Matt off in one direction, and he watched the gator go off in another direction, check a few dials and screens on the machine, and then slipped into the machine itself. Matt tried to fight off the lizard dragging him off to the front of the machine, where people were still being filed into the machine, but there was nothing he could do to fight him off. The raptor, however, took Matt to a different portal where no one was waiting, and started manipulating the controls, grinning at Matt before shoving him into the machine, Matt trying to crawl out before the door slammed shut behind him, trapping him inside, doomed to whatever fate his brother had planned for him.

Always Take Care of Your Toys

by Wesley Bracken

Commissioned by Boreas

Inspired by a comic by Kuma

Kuma’s Comic: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (requires an account on FurAffinity with adult images unblocked in order to view)

Warning: Furry and inanimate themed story. It get’s a bit strange, but I bet you’ll all like it anyway.

***

“Come on, take your shirt off.”

“Ha, well you’re not wasting any–hey, hold on–ok, ok, you don’t have to rip it off me–hey watch the horns.”

“He, aww fuck yeah, here’s those titrings of yours,” Kuma said, tugging on the rings through Boreas’ nipples, “Looks damn good on you–so glad you finally got up the balls to come over and have some fun.”

The two big guys were on the couch in Kuma’s apartment, with the bear taking up most of the space. He had Boreas cornered against one side, one paw tweaking the bull’s nipple while he took a deep breath off his cigar, and then kissed the bullbear with the smoke, making him cough and sputter after a moment. “Take it easy man, I’m not a smoker.”

“We could change that, if you want,” Kuma said, grinning, his fangs showing slightly, “I got this special mask–you could smoke all night long in it–it’d be so damn hot. You’d be a cigar smoker for life.”

“Sounds…uh…fun?” Boreas said, his eyes flicking to the door. He wasn’t quite sure what he’d expected when he’d finally taken the bear up on his invitation to come over for a play session. Sure, their chats and role play had always been fun, but now that he was here, and now that Kuma was getting into it a bit deeper than the bullbear had expected, he was starting to get nervous. “No, you know what? I’m not really all that comfortable with this,” Boreas said, and he started trying to work his way out from under the bear, managing to slide through a gap and onto the floor with a thud, “Can we maybe take this a little slower?”

“Heh, someone getting cold feet? Come on, I don’t bite that hard, and I know you’ll love it. How about you just try it on?”

“No, look, I think…can we just hold up here? I know we talked about a lot…of stuff…” Boreas said, blushing a bit, “But uh…what exactly did you have in mind?”

“You’re the one who said you wanted to be my toy,” Kuma said, getting up off the couch and coming closer to Boreas, “You told me how hot it would be to come over here, not tell anyone where you were going and let me do whatever I wanted to you. I know that’s what you want, boy.” The bear came up, grabbed the front of Boreas’ khakis, and with a growl, ripped them open down the front, destroying his boxers as well, letting his’ cock flop out, and he looked down, noticing that the bullbear’ was blushing a bit. “Heh, with all that fur and big talk, I thought I’d be bigger.”

“Sh-Shut up!” Boreas said, and backed up a few paces. Sure, he didn’t have the largest cock, only about four inches, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be made fun of for it. “Look, I’m…I’m gonna go. I don’t like where this is going.”

“Oh no–you said you were going to be my toy, and I’m gonna hold you to that, cowboy, one way or another.” Kuma said, smiling again, and this time Boreas noticed something else–the bear’s paw was glowing…green. He backed away, but missed the door and collided with a chair, tripping him up long enough for the glowing paw to grab his cock and balls in one hand and send a strange, electric jolt through them that made him cry out in surprise, tumble back over the chair and hit the ground with a thud hard enough to dislodge his cock and balls from his crotch, sending them flying over his face to land on the carpet behind him.

He blinked for a moment on the ground, wondering if he’d gotten a concussion. His legs were still up on the chair that he’d tripped over, and he could see that where his cock and balls had been was just…nothing. Just a hole, or really something more like a socket. And his fur…the fur around his groin looked different…well, he wouldn’t call it fur at all really. It was smooth and had a dull shine to it, and tentatively he reached down with one paw and touched it, realizing it was rubber. But he could…still feel his claw against the surface, and he could even dent it if he pushed hard enough, the sensation making him shiver.

“Heh, looks like you dropped something buddy,” Kuma said, walking past him and over to where his cock had flown when it had dislodged itself from the socket. He stooped down and picked it up, and Boreas let out a yelp–he could feel his cock in the bear’s paws from across the room, and he quickly rolled off the chair and stood up, a bit uneasily. “Finders keepers, I guess,” he said, running a claw down the shaft, watching the bullbear moan softly as he did, “Still, this thing is a bit too small to do much of anything with. Maybe we can find you a few other things to fit in that socket there? I’m seeing…something thick, over nine inches long. What if it was ribbed, or even studded? Dang, that’d be a fun ride.”

“What–what the fuck did you do!” the bullbear said, doing his best to be outraged when all he could really focus on was how…nice it felt, having the bear stroke his cock, “Give…give that back!”

“Oh?” Kuma said, and he started stroking the cock in his hands, fiddling with it’s balls, and Boreas tried not to collapse. The sensations were so much more intense, but looking at his cock and balls in Kuma’s hands, he could see that they were different–they were rubber too, like his groin. If he hadn’t known better, he’d just have assumed that they were a lifelike dildo, if he…couldn’t feel everything that the paws were doing to them. “Are you sure you want them back? It looks like you’re enjoying what I’m doing quite a bit. Do you really want me to stop?”

“I…I don’t…” he stammered back. Kuma was stroking his cock faster now, and Boreas felt his knees crumple and he hit the floor as cum started spurting from his rubber cockhead, shooting a few feet and hitting the wall where it ran down to the carpet and ran down slowly while the bear laughed, Boreas trying to catch his breath and he pushed himself back up to standing on his hooves and teetering a bit, grabbing onto the chair for support. Kuma was looking at the bullbear’s cock and balls, the later of which had shrunk quite a bit after shooting out that massive load, and the bear started squeezing them in his paw, milking the last bit of cum out of the shaft, watching the bullbear cringe in pain.

“Looks like you’re all empty man–too bad,” Kuma said, “Wonder if we can fill ‘em back up?”

“Please, no–just…just give it back, please.”

“Heh, if you say so,” Kuma said, “Catch!”

He lobbed the cock towards Boreas, who noticed too late that his cock and balls were shrouded in the same ill green aura Kuma’s paws had exuded when he’d touched his cock. Still, it was his cock and balls! He couldn’t just let them fall to the ground. He caught them in his paws and felt the same shock rip through his hands that he’d felt in his cock, and he watched his hands puff up suddenly and harden into rubber mitts incapable of holding anything, and he fumbled with his cock for a moment before it tumbled to the ground anyway, and he stared at his rubber paws in terror, watching the rubber showly work it’s way up his arms, his fur flattening into the same smooth rubber of his crotch, and he realized he needed to get out of here, and fast. He turned around and hurried to the front door, but all he could do was squeak against it as he tried to unlock the deadbolt and work the knob before his arms turned completely rigid, freezing in place as his shoulders and chest turned to rubber, and he stumbled back, still desperately trying to move his arms and unable to comprehend why they wouldn’t respond.

He could still move his head and his neck–the rubberization seemed mostly interested in working it’s way downwards, through his chest and past his nipples, his rings staying put, and then down past his ass and to his legs. Wherever the rubber went, soon after his skin changed it quickly lost it’s pliability, becoming hard and rigid in whatever position he happened to be in. He tried to get away, but his legs were turning to hard rubber faster than he could move, and he fell forward to the ground, his body giving out a squeak of air as it decompressed from the impact and then inflated again. It was the strangest sensation, feeling the air rush out of his mouth before sucking back into him. He could sense his hollowness, actually. He felt…empty. It didn’t feel right at all, he should be full of…of something other than air–than a vacuum–but what exactly he needed was eluding him. He just felt so strange, and he tried to crawl down the hallway, away from Kuma for a couple of moments, but his hooves had already frozen and he was trapped, contorted on the floor, his entire body rubber aside from his head, his body empty, and he heard a laugh behind him.

“Looks good–how does it feel, Boreas?”

“Fuck you.”

“Ha, you mean, ‘fuck me,’ don’t you? You don’t even have a cock to fuck with,” Kuma said, coming up behind him and slipping two fingers into his ass, pushing their way down the short rubber channel and into the emptiness of his body, and Boreas gave a short inhale of pleasure. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t you just feel so empty though? We’ll see if we can help with that. Still, how about we warm you up a bit?”

Boreas couldn’t see what Kuma was doing, but he heard him take a deep drag off his cigar and then get down behind him, where he put his lips against the rubber hole and exhaled hot smoke into the bullbear’s body. It really was warm, and he shivered and moaned, his cock pulsing and leaking out a small remnant of his cum where it lay back on the floor, forgotten by them both. Kuma filled him up with lungful after lungful of smoke, and before long it started coming out of his mouth at the other side in wisps as he shuddered and moaned, feeling Kuma’s long tongue probing up his ass, but he needed more than smoke inside of him, it was like some unknown hunger was eating away at him, and it was frustrating him that he couldn’t understand it.

“Heh, well that’s enough of that. How about we move you into a…more accomodating position, eh?” Kuma said, his hands glowing again. Underneath them, the hard rubber of Breas’ new body turned pliable again, and the bear started bending the arms and legs into a new position, leaving Boreas on his rubber paws and knees, head facing forward, and as a final touch, Kuma grabbed his long bull tail, bent it back and attached the tuft to the small of his back. “There–now you even have a handle,” Kuma said, “Now, how about we take this into the bedroom? I’m horny, but I don’t think you’re quite the toy I’m looking for yet.”

He grabbed him by the tail loop and lifted him up off the ground, and he felt a sense of vertigo as Kuma carried him down the hall and into the bedroom. He was so powerless all of a sudden–he couldn’t move, he didn’t even have a body anymore. Still, that was…that was good, right? He didn’t need a body, he was just a toy, just…just a toy for Kuma to use. He did like being used. He’d always…always fantasized about being just a dumb toy, just a hunk of rubber…Boreas shook his head, trying to push the thoughts away, but they kept sneaking their way into his head, making him hornier, intensifying the hunger he still didn’t understand, the need to be filled which was beginning to panic him. He had to be filled, he needed something. If he was empty for much longer, it was going to drive him crazy.

Kuma set the toy down on the floor of his bedroom, and then looked around, thinking, “Oh, of course! Your cock and balls, how could I have forgotten.” He left the room for a moment and came back with Boreas’ cock and balls in his hand, or rather, his cock. His sack had shriveled up, now completely empty, and hung down like an empty balloon. “Hmm, looks like you’re all empty–guess we should fill you back up, eh?” Kuma walked over to his closet and dug around for a few moments before he pulled out some sort of pump attached to a large, clear tank which Boreas could only assume was either milk or semen, and he didn’t really like either option. “Lucky for you, I have quite a few guys I like to play with who are…well, let’s say that they have a bit of an addiction problem when it comes to my cum. I like to keep plenty on hand for when one of them drops by, needing some assistance. Still, let’s see what we can do here…” Kuma said, fiddling with the root of Boreas’ cock, before fitting it over the nozzle of the hose connected to the tank of cum, and then Kuma flipped a switch, the machine started up, and Boreas watched his balls inflate, filling up with Kuma’s rank cum from the machine. He set them down on the bed, and the bullbear had a hard time tearing his eyes away from them, watching them fill up fuller and fuller…

“Please, Kuma…Come on, just let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I swear, but…but I’m so…so empty, please just…I don’t…just let me–” Boreas said, but before he could finish, the bear ran a green glowing claw around his lips and then down his neck, rubberizing his throat into a smooth chute, his lips pursed and ready to take a cock.

“That’s better–toys don’t need to talk after all. Now, while that’s filling up, how about we get you dressed? I did have some gear I wanted to see you in tonight, and it would be a shame for it to go to waste.”

Kuma dug around in his closet some more, and all the bullbear could do was watch his balls slowly fill up. They were quickly outpacing his cock, making it look even smaller next to them, as they passed the size of an orange, and then a grapefruit, and then a small melon–each. They looked so full–he’d like to be as full as they were. Sloshing with cum, bulging with it, packed full of it. That’s what he needed–he needed cum. He needed to be brimming with it, all of him, and now that he knew what he needed, it was almost worse, and he found himself growing desperate as Kuma ripped away the rest of his pants and then started putting the leather gear on him, a harness across his chest, leather bands on his arms and legs, and lastly a collar with a heavy cowbell hanging from it. Then, he did something strange, and took four large objects that looked like metal staples, and with a glowing hand, inserted them into the top of his rubber paws and the bottom of his hooves.

“There. That way, if I want you strung up, we won’t have a problem,” Kuma said, testing the connection. “Now, how are those balls of yours doing?” He walked over and turned off the pump, and looked down, where Boreas’ balls were each larger than a watermelon, and pulled the nozzle out of the root, and hefted them up, the heavy sack dragging down heavily and nearly translucent. “Now, how about we get you fed, rubber bear? You look awfully empty…”

Boreas was almost screaming in his head at this point. Terror at his situation had slowly been replaced by hunger and anger at his emptiness, and everything would be alright if he could just be full again. He shivered as the bear slotted his own cock into his mouth, feeling the head push through the nozzle in the back of his mouth and down the chute, and then he started squeezing the balls in his paws, holding them up, pumping his cum down the rubber throat and into the hollow cavity, watching the bullbear’s eyes roll back in pleasure. Still, after a few squeezes, it was obvious that Kuma was getting a bit tired of it, and so he pushed a glowing finger against his rubber nose, and the mouth started buzzing and sucking on his own cock, drawing the cum into him, where it rolled down the inside of his chest, pooling in both of his paws, and he could taste it, he could taste the cum and it tasted so good, and it was filling him up, and it was everything he’d ever wanted.

Slowly, Boreas’ realized that he hadn’t blinked it what felt like ages. In fact, he couldn’t blink–his eyes had been replaced with glass beads now, the rest of his face now empty rubber like the rest of his body, but that would be fixed soon. Kuma would fill him up. Kuma would be good to him–he took care of his toys. He wouldn’t let him stay empty for long. He would fill him up with his cum, and he would be a good toy, and let his master do whatever he wanted to him. He wouldn’t think, he wouldn’t talk, he would just suck, and stay perfectly still, and obey.

Kuma let the balls go, and they dropped to the floor, dragging Boreas’ face down with them, creasing his neck, but the connection held and the mouth kept sucking it all down. Satisfied, he walked around behind his new toy, running his paw along the surface of his rubber body before coming to his ass. “Hmm…how about we make you a cock sucker at both ends, Boreas?” Kuma said, and touched the base of Boreas’ tail, and he felt his ass start sucking and vibrating like his throat was, and a moment later, Kuma slipped his hard cock into his ass and started fucking his toy roughly, denting in the rubber with each thrust. Boreas could feel the cum slosh about inside his body as the bear fucked him, and his cock responded, cumming down his throat, filling him up as fast as his rubber mouth could suck, the cum overflowing his arms, filling his gut like a small lake before slipping back and down into his hind legs, pooling in his knees and down to his feet.

Kuma shifted position and climbed up on Boreas’ back, his cock still planted deep in the bull bear’s vibrating hole, and he let out a deep grunt around his cigar. “Oh fuck yeah bitch, you’re so much more useful this way.”

He was useful, wasn’t he? Boreas knew Kuma was right, he’d always been so useless before. Hell, how much cum would he have been able to hold before? Not this much, certainly. And he was always talking and thinking before. A toy didn’t need to think, a toy just had to be there for it’s master to use. Yeah, he was much more useful as a cumdump, as sex toy for Kuma to use how he saw fit, and Boreas hoped he would be useful for a long time yet.

Kuma was bucking harder on Boreas’ back, and he was deflating a bit under the weight of the bear, sagging down a bit under him, but Kuma was almost finished, pumping a fresh load of cum into Boreas’ half full cavity, and Boreas could feel it splatter hard against the top of his chest, all the way across his body, and he was so happy. So happy that his master was using him like he’d been made to be used. Kuma climbed back down off of Boreas, and turned off the toy’s sucking ass, before walking around, bopping the rubber bull bear’s nose to turn off his mouth as well. He’d sucked down enough of the cum that the balls had become light enough that the rubber could hold them up, but they weren’t empty yet, and worse, he wasn’t full yet! He wasn’t even halfway full yet! He needed more, he needed it all! But he couldn’t talk, he just stayed there, and Kuma pulled out the cock and laughed. “Don’t worry cumdump–I’m gonna have some friends come over tomorrow, and we’ll get you so full you might explode. Still, I’m spent. How about we put you away for the night? Still, how about I fill you up with something else first? Something you’ll love just as much as my old cum I bet.”

He slipped his cock into the rubber mouth, and after a moment he started pissing into his toy, and the taste was overwhelming. It was almost better than the stale old cum that he’d already feasted on, and when the two mixed in his body, he could taste the foul combination, and it made him so happy to know he was just a waste receptacle for his master. He wanted to be full more than anything, he wanted to burst open, he wanted to explode. Through his glassy eyes he could see his cock leaking a bit of Kuma’s old cum onto the bed, and he screamed in his dull mind. That was his! He needed that, but his master didn’t notice, and the toy couldn’t do anything about it, watching as it dribbled out. Still, it felt good, and there would always be more. His master would keep him well fed–he was sure of that. He’d be full to bursting in no time at all.

The bear finished up and pulled out, and then hefted Boreas up by the tail, the toy now quite a bit heavier than before, and Kuma could hear his cum and piss sloshing around inside of him as he hefted him over to a sling next to the bed. He disconnected the leather bed, and then hooked the four chains up to the hooks he’d imbedded in the toy’s’ paws and hooves, and then rebent his joints so he looked like he was hanging with his arms and legs straight, his neck bent back so his mouth was accessible from the other side.

Boreas felt all of the cum and piss inside of him slide down the inner walls of his cavity, pooling in his empty head and against his back. He liked having his master’s cum in his head–it was so much better having cum and piss in there than brains. Lastly, Kuma picked up the rubber cock and balls and slotted it back into it’s proper socket, the heavy, grapefruit sized balls still taut with Kuma’s fluids and hanging heavy, and the bear let out a chuckle, pawing his cock. “Hell, gotta say, looking at you like that…maybe just one more fuck tonight.”

Kuma turned on Boreas’ sucking asshole again and fucked him, swinging the heavy rubber toy up and down on his massive cock, Boreas delighting in the sensation of his owner’s fluids sloshing about inside of him as he got fucked, and he loved the feeling of his cock leaking his master’s cum out the head of his rubber cock, feeling it run down his smooth belly and dribble onto the carpet beneath him. Just a dirty toy, for dirty play, and he couldn’t wait until the rest of Kuma’s friends came over tomorrow. He was a good toy after all, and he loved being used. It was the only thing he wanted, actually, and the only thing he’d ever want again.

Tommy couldn’t remember much about the party he’d attended the night before–everything had gotten really fuzzy after his second drink, the one the older guy had brought him. “How are you feeling, piggy?” the man said, unzipping Tommy’s pants and feeling up his cock, while other men looked on, grinning, “You’re gonna be a good little piggy for me, aren’t you?”

Tommy couldn’t fight the men off as they stripped him down and started dressing him up, shoving a curly pig tail dildo in his ass, putting a leather harness on him, gagging him so the only sounds he could make were grunts and snorts as the men abused his chubby body, fucking both of his holes as they all told him what a good pig he was being. The next morning, he could only remember snippets of all of it, but as he stared at himself in the bathroom in his hotel room, he knew something must have happened to him, because he was different. Really different.

His mouth and nose had started to flatten and push out into a snout. His hair was falling out all over his body, aside from a coating of bristly fur along his back. Two tusks were starting to push their way out of his bottom jaw and curl up around his lips as he let out a few grunts and snorts, jacking off his now sheathed, corkscrew shaped cock with his three fingered, trottered hands.

“Soooey!’ the voice outside his hotel room said again, and the man knocked again, louder this time, “You almost ready for me piggy? I bet you’re looking handsome this morning. I can’t wait to get you down on the farm, watching up roll in the mud and the muck. Open the door piggy, open the door for your farmer…”

It was getting harder to think now, and his eyes were looking smaller and duller in the mirror, as another orgasm wracked it’s way through Tommy’s pig cock. They seemed to last forever, and the counter was coated in his pig cum, a curly tail pushing its’ way out above his ass, and he tromped his heavy body to the door. His farmer was out there–his master. He needed to let him in. He needed a good piggy fuck this morning, and he unbolted the door.

The Professor’s Club Part 4

Commissioned by Anonymous

Peter knocked on the front door of the massive mansion again, and then checked his invitation to make sure he’d gotten the address right. He adjusted his tie nervously and waited for someone to come let him in, but no one came. He’s been standing out here for several minutes now–could no one hear him? He looked around the front yard and then behind him, and when he turned around again, he discovered that the front door was now open wide, but he didn’t see anyone who could have opened it. “Hello?” he said, stepping inside, “Professor Sullivan, I’m…I’m here for the club meeting…”

He shut the door behind him with a bit of uncertainty, and then paused to check himself in the mirror. The shirt–his best–which he’s carefully ironed before leaving was already showing some sign of sweat stains, and he blushed. He’d dressed too heavy for the weather again–it was cool out, but the summer sun was still out and warm. He wiped his brow with a handkerchief and hoped no one would notice, not that anyone had noticed him yet–which was annoying him more than anything.

Peter was a business student, and a bit of a nerd. Still, he was smart, and far more pragmatic than a visionary like Luis. He knew that getting a personal invitation from a professor could open up all sorts of opportunities, but he hadn’t wanted to seem like he’d been desperate for attention by showing up early. He’d opted for the “fashionably late” option, but apparently twenty minutes was a bit too late. Still, he had a good idea where everyone probably was–he could smell something delicious cooking nearby. Food, really, was Peter’s one weakness, and he was quite a bit overweight. He worked out semi-regularly, which helped keep it under control, but he was still large. He followed his nose and his growling stomach anyway, and ventured deeper into the house.

Down a few hallways and past several rooms, Peter stumbled his way into a massive dining room with a long table decked out with an enormous amount of food–enough for fifteen people or more, but with only a single chair at the head of it. Given the amount of food, which should have required the hands of dozens of people to make, Peter was amazed to find the room absolutely silent, and resisting the urge to dig in, he made his way around the room to the kitchen, which he found perfectly clean–as though no one had cooked a thing. In fact, if he hadn’t know it to be impossible, he would have assumed that the food had appeared there on the table fully formed–no cooking involved.

It smelled delicious though–ghost food or not–and he was starving. He hadn’t eaten much all day–he was trying to diet at the moment, but it wasn’t very effective. Circling back around the table, he made his way to the lone chair at the table, wondering why there weren’t more. He hadn’t been the only one invited tonight, had he? Even then, shouldn’t there be two chairs–one for him and one for the professor? Maybe he had come on the wrong day, but if so, the professor was a big guy, but not big enough to eat this much food…right? No one person could eat all of this.

He wiped one sleeve across his mouth, looked down and saw it was soaking wet–he’d been drooling this whole time, and hadn’t even noticed it dribbling down onto his shirt. He knew he should get cleaned up, but he couldn’t leave without a taste. Sure, it would be polite to wait, but there was so much food, would anyone really notice if he started a bit early? He grabbed the plate in front of the chair and circled the table once like a buffet, taking a bit of everything that caught his eye, and surprised himself when he sat down, and he realized how much he’d piled on. It was more than he could eat, surely, and if he managed, his diet would be out the window. Still, he could just call it a cheat day right? And so he dug in, clearing his plate in a matter of minutes, before letting out a belch, standing up, and circling for another pass, heaping his plate again and digging in once more.

After three passes, Peter lost patience and he just dug in, standing next to the table and shoving as much food into his mouth as he could at a time, working his way around as soon as a dish lost his interest–or completely disappeared. At first he used his fork and knife, but they were becoming harder to operate for some reason. He switched to serving utensils, but he could only hold those clumsily too. Stopping for a moment, and realizing that something might be wrong, took a moment to stop eating, looked down at his hands, and let out a scream which was closer to a squeal than anything else.

His hands weren’t…hands. Or at least, not the hands he’d had before. His fingers had fused together in pairs, leaving him with two thick, hard black trotters and a third large thumb. He could kind of grip things, but they were far too hard to operate easily. Looking down, he saw that his dress shirt was stretched tight against his fattening body, large gaps forming between the buttons, and when he stepped back from the table, his deformed, partially trottered feet stepped out of his burst dress shoes, he lost his balance and fell back, buttons flying from the sudden pressure.

It took him a couple of minutes to stand up again, but it already felt more natural, and he looked down at his feet, getting a better look as his mostly human feet, but with three large trotters where his nails had been. He was still growing, but not as quickly, but his pants burst open as he got back up, and he just tore the rest of his clothes off clumsily before they could constrict him further. He was obese, fat falling off of him is huge rolls, but he was still so…hungry. Now that he’d stopped eating, his gut was churning and groaning with need, slobber dripping from his mouth, which had started pushing out into a snout, and his nose–he could smell all of it, it was so strong he couldn’t resist for long. Snorting and grunting now, he stumbled into the table, first using his trotters to shovel food into his mouth, but then just shoving his face into the platters and bowls, ripping the flesh off the two roast turkeys with the thick tusks that shoved their way out of his lower jaw.

As he ate, he kept growing at a massive rate, topping 500 pounds by the time he stopped growing–at about the same time he ran out of food. Peter, now mostly pig, his body almost entirely smooth aside from some coarse hair along his back and belly, flopped down on his back, the table giving a groan as he did. He must have climbed up onto it at some point, he realized, trying to sort out what had just happened, but there was something more important pressing up into his gut at the moment. He fumbled around under his heavy gut until he found his cock, but his hands were a bit too awkward to jack himself off. He ended up just bucking his stubby pig cock into his fat for a few minutes until with a final crack the table gave way underneath him, sending him crashing to the floor, where he gave a grunt of pain, and crawled out of the wreckage, before heaving himself upright with the help of a wall.

What had happened to him? He was some sort of massive pigman, completely naked in some deserted mansion, and all he could think about was how horny he was, and how…hungry he was too. He could eat another meal just as big as that one, he realized, he just wanted to eat and fuck and eat and fuck…

The sun was starting to set in the garden as Luis and Kevin, now human again, came back into the house, and Luis said, “Thanks–again, I’m sorry I sprayed you like that, I was just so horny…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Kevin said, “I’m just glad it wore off after I came. I still kind of stink though–we’re gonna have to stock up on some tomato juice or something.”

Luis blushed. He liked how he smelled now, actually–he’d always been musky, but now, even human, his musk just barely tolerable. His frame was still relatively slender, but his body had a heavy dusting of oily, black hairs that he ran his hands through as he walked into the house, and he snuck another glance at Kevin, admiring him from the side. “Heh, well, I wouldn’t mind…you know…playing some more sometime, if you want.”

Kevin blushed too, “I…kind of liked it actually, to be honest.”

“Heh, I could tell.”

“Yeah, I bet you–” Kevin stopped speaking as they turned into the dining room, and saw that the table was destroyed, a massively obese pig standing at the wall, supporting himself with one hand and humping his fat, oblivious to them.

“Professor!” Kevin called out, “I think Peter arrived while we were…occupied.”

Luis, meanwhile, was staring the pig down and licking his lips–he loved dirty guys, and he kind of wanted to know what the food covered pig tasted like. He could probably give him something better to eat.

“What?” a distant voice called out, “Hold on, Derrick and I are on our way down!”

A few moments later the professor, human, walked into the room followed by Derrick, who had tried his best to squeeze his way back into his clothes, but they looked almost comical on him. Of all the three, he’d packed on the most hair, but also several inches of height and quite a bit of muscle. He saw Kevin and Luis and blushed, not sure what to say.

The professor walked over to the pig and got his attention. “Peter, glad to see that you made it and…have made yourself at home. Did you enjoy the meal?”

Peter just stared at them all, a bit terrified, unsure of what was going on. He wanted to apologize for eating all of the food, and for breaking the table, but he didn’t know what to say–he didn’t even know how to describe what had happened to him. Still, the professor reassured him, and talked him down, and he too returned to his human form–although there was no chance he’d ever fit back into his clothes. He had packed on close to a hundred pounds, and his nose remained pushed up and piggish even when he was human. “S…sorry professor. I…” he said, and then realized he was naked, and covered himself up.

“Don’t worry about it Peter–Kevin broke a coffee table earlier, trying to fly.”

“Wait, you can fly?” Luis asked, “That’s not fair!”

Kevin blushed, not sure what to say, but his stomach let out a growl and he realized he was starving. “So…is there no dinner then?”

“I’m sure the house can fix something up for us,” the professor said, “and I’m sure we can find someway to occupy ourselves in the meantime.” He tweaked Peter’s nipple, and leaned in and kissed him, both of them starting to shift, but Luis walked over and injected himself. “Sorry professor, but I really want to see how dirty this piggy can get–do you mind?” he said. Peter gagged a bit from the stench of Luis, but it was also making him a bit horny, and chuckling, the professor backed off.

“Sure thing Luis, just…maybe go into the kitchen where it’s tiled? It’ll be easier to clean up, I think.”

Luis chuckled, and already shifting into his skunk form, pulled Peter after him through the doorway into the large kitchen, and Peter tried to protest, until Luis sprayed him, and then Peter was perfectly amenable to whatever the skunk wanted to do him. Kevin, smiling, went over and introduced himself to Derrick, and before too long the two of them were locked in a rough embrace as well, and the Professor looked over his new, strange pack, and gave a sigh. He wasn’t alone anymore at least, which was good, and he had a feeling that his new club was off to a grand old start.

The Professor’s Club Part 3

Commissioned by Anonymous

Meanwhile, Derrick had wandered quite deeply into the upper floors, finding the rather maze-like hallways more than a little disorienting, but he was enjoying his exploration, and the house seemed to constantly reveal something new to him at every twist. The rooms, however, conformed to a logic which he was slowly unraveling–while he’d first thought that they were rather messily organized, he found instead that the rooms appeared to be grouped into suites and collections. One of the first set he’d discovered was a large bedroom, beautifully lit, with nearly every wall lined with bookcases chock full of dusty tomes and pulp paperback alike. Every door led to more rooms of books, some disheveled, some shelved, but they were simply everywhere. Another suite which he found next, followed a more mythical theme, with marble statues of bizarre creatures, high, vaulted ceilings, and every room in the suite, for some reason, had a rather large balcony jutting off of it, overlooking the gardens behind the house.

Looking out from one of the balconies in the fading light, Derrick saw someone he hadn’t met wandering out of the house and into the garden–some other attendee of the professor’s club, apparently. Derrick sighed–he didn’t know what he was doing here. If Luis was here–that guy was brilliant. Derrick had heard some stuff about him from one of his nerdier friends-with-benefits, one of the guys he fucked on the downlow on campus, since he couldn’t risk being out if he was still thinking about going career after school. Derrick wasn’t dumb by any means, but school bullshit wasn’t his strong suit. If this was some sort of academic group, he was going to be a fish out of water.

He left the balcony, and smelled food down below, and wondered whether it was time for dinner yet. He should still probably try and work his way back downstairs somehow, but try as he might, he couldn’t quite figure out how to retrace his steps. He ended up in a suite he hadn’t passed through yet, one which was far more athletic in flavor, with antique sports uniforms and equipment hanging from the wall. The room he found himself in was all wood and leather, and something about it just smelled so…inviting and comfortable. He kind of wanted to get a little too drunk to drive tonight, so he might have a chance to sleep here.

He wandered deeper and found himself in the suite’s study, and he saw something very strange hanging next to the desk. It was one of those mascot costumes you saw people wear at times, but decidedly older and mustier than any he’d seen. He was decent friends with the mascot for the college, a big guy named Bruce. He hung out with the team as an honorary player from time to time, though they kept his identity secret for him, and the guy always complained about how hot it got in the suit, and how much it stank. Still, it was one of the highest paying student jobs on campus, so he didn’t complain too vocally. Still, Derrick had always sort of wondered about them–and then here one was, almost like it was waiting for him.

He walked over to it, and found it hanging on some sort of rack, and he picked up the heavy mask. At first sight, he thought it was a bear of some kind, but when he picked it up, he saw that it had horns, and that it’s snout was more bull-like than anything else. The body though, with it’s big padded gut, and the hands, which had claws, were definitely more ferocious than a bull. The costume had on a jersey, and when he got a good look at it, he saw that the team was “The Ursavines” which was one of the most ridiculous team names he’d ever heard of. Still, the costume was effective, even if the name was not.

He pulled off his shoes and socks, and then stopped himself. He wasn’t actually going to put this thing on, was he? Why not? It wasn’t like anyone would ever find out if he did. Without really thinking about it, and without intending to, he ended up taking off all of his clothes before he started putting on the costume. Sure, Bruce always wore something underneath the costume at school, but for some reason Derrick knew he needed to be…naked. How else would he get a good feel for it? It just didn’t seem right to wear it with clothing on. He pulled on the bottom half of the costume first, pulling the suspenders up over his shoulders which held them in place, his feet sliding into the hoof like shoes which were attached at the bottom, and then he pulled the top half on, his hands sliding down the sleeves and into the gloves at the end. The paws were a little awkward–the hands only had four holes, and the fingers were a bit clumsy, especially with the bear claws sprouting from the tips. Lastly, he picked up the mask and plopped it on, surprised to find that it fit him quite well, and that it wasn’t too hard to see out of. Still, the costume was awkwardly shaped, and he couldn’t really get a good look at himself–instead, he thumped his way back a room, remembering that there was a mirror in the bedroom he’d passed through first.

The short walk was enough for him to start sweating in the suit–it really was hot. It didn’t help that the whole get up was made out of leather and actual fur–most of the new ones were lighter and fully synthetic, but he kind of liked the feel of it. It was heavy, but not too heavy, and it smelled, well, musky and even a little smoky inside, with a definite whiff of grass in there too. He tromped in front of the mirror, feeling a little silly for even putting it on, but it actually looked…really good on him. Well, the costume just looked good period. Most of the ones wandering the sidelines these days just looked silly, more than anything, more like cartoons, but this one, it was actually a little terrifying. The real fur and leather gave it a sense of reality that fake fur can’t convey, and the padding was very well done. He actually looked like a massive, muscular beast, and the feet of the costume were actually on platforms, adding several inches to his height. It was scary and even a little…hot?

Mostly just hot. The costume was heating up really fast now, and he was sweating buckets inside of it. Still, he didn’t want to take it off. The sweat was making the smells he’d gotten whiffs of earlier even stronger, and the was actually getting kind of horny. Still, the heat was getting to him, and he stumbled back, suddenly off balance. He reached out to steady himself but the only thing close was the bed, and he collapsed down on it, hot and horny and worried he was going out of his mind. In the costume, he rolled over and started bucking into the bed, thrusting against it, breathing heavy and snorting, and he gripped the sheets in his clawed hands, ripping into them with his grip. Something was coming out of him, something was pushing out, and as he humped the mattress, he felt it pushing out of his groin, and he snorted and grunted until a cock pushed its way out of the furry crotch of the suit, followed by a heavy, furred ball sack filled with two massive low-hanging balls.

Overheating now, he rolled over, not quite able to believe what he was feeling, he reached down with one of his gloved hands and wrapped his paw around the massive shaft. It was close to ten inches long and very thick, but he could feel it–actually feel it, like it was really his, and he started jacking it roughly, unable to help himself. So hot, so horny, he started snorting, feeling his hot breath push out his bull like nostrils. At first, he could only feel the jacking off one way–it was just a glove jacking his cock, but slowly the paw started tingling, and then he could feel the soft flesh of his cock under the rough pads of his paws. His whole body started tingling then, and running his other paw across his hard chest and firm gut, he could feel them too, the sweaty, wooly fur, the shiver his claws sent as they ran across his skin.

“Mind if I give you a hand with that thing?” a voice said, and Derrick gave a snort of surprise, looked over and saw the professor in the doorway, except he was looking less and less like his usual self with each passing second. He walked over to the bed, shedding his clothing before he could outgrow each piece, and then leaned over Derrick on the bed, shoving their snouts together. Derrick didn’t need anything more than that, and he started working his long tongue into the professor’s mouth, feeling shivers as his tongue ran across both of their sets of sharp fangs, but his hand never left his cock. How was this happening to him? Was he hallucinating? He’d never thought of fucking his professor, but he couldn’t stop, it was like his instincts had grabbed all of the reins and were driving him off a cliff.

“Mr. Sullivan what’s happening to mooeee…” Derrick said, as the professor pulled away from his new snout and started sucking on his cock. That was all he could get out–after that, the sensation of his professor’s mouth around his cock left him snorting and groaning, thrusting up to meet Mike’s throat, and then he gave a bellow, sat up and shoved Mike off his cock. “Noooo, what happened, tell me nooow.”

“Shut up, and let’s just fuck, boy! I haven’t had this much cock in ages,” Mike said, and tried to go back down on Derrick, but he kicked him back with a heavy hoof, Mr. Sullivan landing on his chubby ass in the middle of the bedroom, and then Derrick flew at him, the two of them wrestling, and while Derrick started out with the intention to pin the old man down, or werewolf rather, and get some answers, but instead he found him rolling the professor onto his belly, and he was running his massive cock up and down the professor’s crack, and then he was working it inside of him. The old wolf’s hole was surprisingly loose, but that was the last thought Derrick had before his lust overwhelmed him, and then he was snorting and roaring and pounding the professor’s hole, the wolf shouting encouragement back at him.

Derrick didn’t even notice his first orgasm, it was just a spike of intense pleasure, but his cock wasn’t done yet–his massive balls were churning, and so he kept on fucking, and Mike braced himself for what he hoped was going to be a long and intense fuck from the brand new Ursavine of the manor. Off in the distance, he thought he heard the doorbell, but ignored it–whoever it was could wait–the house would take care of it, if it needed taking care of. Besides, it didn’t seem like Derrick would be finishing anytime soon, and he didn’t care one bit.