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This wasn't like me at all, following some guy into the men's changing room after a workout. I'd seen guys working out, or going in and out of the showers, and maybe looked a little longer than decency allowed. That was fine. This was different. Actively seeking him out to look, that made me feel dirty and uncomfortable. Maybe I'd get caught, and what would happen then? Probably one of the huge guys chatting at the front desk would come over and throw me out, right into one of the buses going up and down the street. Common sense wasn't going to stop me, though. I followed him up the stairs, past the scales and into the locker room.

I just had to See.

It wasn't sexual, I'd told myself; I was just comparing. Now that I was running roughly an hour a day, with some light weight work I was starting to see some abs if I just scrunched my stomach muscles the right way, and the light was favourable. If I'd been a normal person, I'd probably have made some friends who came here regularly. Some gym buddies, or something. Well, I wasn't normal, and most of my friends weren't the type to go to the gym. Most likely they were also not the type to follow strangers into the changing rooms, either.

That didn't stop me from trying to See.

My heart almost seized up in my chest as I noticed he's getting undressed right in front of me. He must have gotten a locker close to mine. He must not be one of the "regulars" though; my curious eyes have gotten good at remembering the faces and bodies of the guys who come in and out this early in the morning. More importantly, I recognise which lockers they usually take, and I pick one that's as far away from everyone else's as possible.

Or maybe I pick it so I can get a good look at everyone walking by?

I quickly smile and walk past him, biting my lip as I stare blankly at my lock for a couple of seconds before I remember the combination. After I've put it, I go to breathe out, pretending to rummage through my stuff to check if something's there, hoping my common sense would return and I'd go back to my routine.

Instead my nose is filling with a sweaty musk, heat's radiating down the back of my neck, and he's almost whispering in my ear, "Find what you're looking for?"

My heart leaps up to my mouth, as he seems to busy himself, stashing his clothes in his locker, revealing more of the body that wasn't all that hidden downstairs in the gym. That's what got me: he was toned, but not more so than any of the other guys, and he certainly wasn't massively strong. For someone who exercised pretty regularly and was in good shape, he wasn't all that different from a lot of guys I'd seen.

Which means something, as I've apparently seen a lot.

I can't tell if I'm losing my mind, he'd just said that in passing, or if the second meaning in his words was actually there. I barely remember it happened at all. All I can seem to focus on are the gentle sloping curves of his abdominals as each seems to get bigger than the set below, a final massive jump in size where his round pectorals take over.

Maybe it's the hair, the coarse, light coat running over his body, shining with health and youth. Most of the guys in the gym are pretty clean-shaven, but this guy is pretty hairy. "Probably why you can smell him so much," I think, closing and relocking my locker.

I turn to leave, immediately turning back as I see him slide down his pants, a nice firm, fuzzy ass pointing at me. I start to wonder if he's deliberately testing me at this point. Suddenly the "just comparing" thing is starting to seem a little fuzzy. My body starts feeling awkward.

"Did you hear what I said?" he asks, grunting as he stands up.

We're not alone in the room, though in my head we might as well be. Either that, or in a crowd containing all my friends, teachers and everyone who is supposed to think of me favourably and non-sexually. It feels like my head is an overripe tomato, ready to explode. My body's awkwardness is spreading, just like the fabric in the tracksuit pants I wear that probably don't do a good enough job of hiding some of the occasional accidents of hormones that I still sometimes get. "Huh?" I finally mumble.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" he repeats. I'd swear there was some horribly-timed glint dancing around in his otherwise attractive, but normal, brown eyes.

"Uh, yeah," I answer, trying not to stammer like a tongue-tied fool.

"I don't think you did," he declares, as though he's an expert on me. Flicking open the front of his towel for a moment, I take a stupid look down, feeling the awkwardness growing. "I'm going to shower."

It takes everything in me not to ask if he wanted me to go with him. I don't know if I'm gay or what, but I know my body's definitely attracted to him. I feel all tingly and weird, and my tracksuit pants are starting to bulge out a little too much. Did he hit on me? Why would anyone hit on me? Was that just what happened when you were two guys in at least okay shape, who were the type of guy who Looked at other guys.

It seems like I don't need to, his relatively handsome - not gorgeous, but normally handsome - face scrunches in annoyance. Suddenly, he's taking a step forward, and suddenly my top half is leaning forward, his hand reaching up around the back of my recently shaved head, my lips pursing. Something else is taking control of my body, and it seems quite pleased at the prospect.

Our first kiss isn't on the lips; it's mine touching his pink tender nipple, my nose filling with the deliciously heady musk rolling down from his nearby armpit. His scent sizzles off of his post-workout body, and I find myself enjoying the taste. My knees start to weaken. His body seems to get even warmer. My tongue reaches out, feeling the small point of flesh slide softly under the larger slab of muscle.

Mid-suckle, my knees get too wobbly, and I stumble over, managing to catch myself before I hit my head on the stool in the middle of the bay of lockers. Somehow, none of the other guys in the changing room have noticed, or at least cares to comment on, what just happened. I glance up, his eyes catching mine.

God, what is he doing to me?

He gives me a small smile; I see his bulky member outlined in the towel he has wrapped snugly around his waist. Smug as he slips sandals onto his feet and heads towards the showers, he seems to know that I enjoyed that too much to want to stop it there, but he's leaving the next move up to me.

I have to think. I don't have a towel - I usually just put on deodorant and fresh clothes when I leave - and if I go to the showers, I'd be fucked. My brain decides to inform me that that's probably the point. I'm still left to decide on my own if that's what I want.

My body doesn't take long to decide; I find myself wandering towards the showers, stomach swirling and hands starting to shake. I glance around: most of the guys showering are big, either with muscle, fat or both. They're too focused on themselves, or talking with friends, to notice anyone else not washing off immediately beside them, unless they were aware of them first.

My mind conjures up something. The toilets. I remember they're here, just by the showers. I duck into a stall to sit down, and regain my composure.

Only I don't stay alone in there long. He seems to take the chance and slide in behind me. "Move forwards. If I shut the door, they won't see us in here together."

Caught off-guard, I do just that, legs straddling the toilet seat like some bow-legged frog. His towel is pulling off, I hear the fibres scraping against each other. Suddenly his cock already spearing the air between us; the heat coming off of it is enough to twist my head around. I watch his foreskin pull off, his slick cock head poking out as he gently strokes it. Spit arcs out of his mouth, landing in a clear gooey splatter on the shaft, saliva quickly being rubbed along the reddening length.

"Don't be too loud," he warns, hands sliding between the waistbands holding up my boxers and sweatpants, "or move too much." My cock springs out, smacking up against his. It seems so much bigger as he pulls my pants down enough for them to fall around my ankles. "Bite down on this." Suddenly his towel - his musky, crotch-scented towel - is being wrapped around my head.

I don't even know why I'm doing it, but I go along. Even if it's for the taste of him, it just seemed worth it in the instant I did it. Then he's reaching along my arms, hands guiding mine down to get me to tease my buttocks apart. I'm not even sure what's really happening until he shoves his fingers into his mouth, then starts jamming them into my asshole.

"Mmph!" I moan, the sound thankfully muffled by the towel. I've never been touched down there - or anywhere, really - but he seems to know a little about what to do, at least. A little, but not enough: his fingers slip in and out, and whatever's supposed to happen, I don't necessarily feel it.

Then I realise I'm an idiot, as I feel his fleshy, hot cock tip pushing up against my hole. "Relax," he suggests, my slow, horny brain taking a while to figure out what it is that he's asking. I try to "relax" as much as possible, even though I don't know how, feeling his penis mashing up against me, trying to force itself in.

Grabbing my hips, he forces the issue. I scream, the sound muffled by my teeth almost biting through the towel. He slides forward, a slight relief as his cock starts to slip out, following the natural path provided by my guts. Another thrust forward; I'm pretty sure his shaft is being distorted by my tight hole. At least once-tight, since I can definitely feel more of him pushing inside me.

It suddenly occurs to me that I'm being fucked by another man.

This wasn't what I'd intended to happen. I just wanted to Look. I didn't really even think of this, with either sex. Even though, there was something attractive about it. My ass stung like a fucking mother, but something about it felt appealing. Despite the pain causing my cock to shrivel up, the more comfortable I got with it, the harder I started to get again.

His fluids burn my tender insides as he starts to leak into me. Is he ejaculating this quickly? Maybe he's really pent up? It would certainly explain his aggressive coming after of me: his actions would have made more sense if he was just keen on getting any guy he could into one of these stalls?

It was too late to feel stupid, or to get away. His body was inching closer to mine, and I could feel him stretching me out more and more as he pushed into my guts. I could feel the heat from his body growing, just feel the tickle of his chest hair as he squeezed tighter and tighter around me, claiming me as his own, for at least as long as he could go before he finally came.

Having not been fucked in the ass before, I was only vaguely aware of how it should feel to have a cock inside me. It felt about as much as I would've expected. I guessed that the strangeness must have come from the lubrication, or maybe he just had a strangely-shaped cock, normal when softer and only noticeable once it had gotten hard.

Now that I could hear the wet slaps of his flesh against mine, his grip around my waist wasn't needed: he wasn't about to slip out of me now that he was balls-deep, his thrusts only needed for his pleasure and not to push another inch or so inside. His hands started roaming upwards, rough fingertips toying with my sensitive nipples, aggravatingly leaving my erection free from touch.

The towel in my mouth was soaked by my saliva, the coarse fabric softening my moans, arousal mixed with intense discomfort as his cock stretched me out. His arms looped around mine, pinning me. I was totally under his control now, hands waving about, skin beginning to chafe against the tight, hairy grip. The potent scents of a men's bathroom and the warm, wet fog from the showers kept me from smelling much, the grip around my neck keeping me from turning my head to see or taste. My ears were clogged with his deep grunts and whispered orders in a raspy, low voice to keep quiet.

I was just left with the sensations against my skin. The rough rubbing of his body against mine, and the aching chafe of my asshole from his furious pounding.

"Brace yourself," he growled. I was about to comment it might have been a bit too late before I really understood. I could have sworn he'd been fully hard and completely inside me; I definitely didn't expect for my teeth to nearly bite right through his towel as his cock, or at least part of it, ballooned out. That was way too much for my erection.

Also his, but in a different way. It didn't take long before hot fluids poured into my raw, sensitive hole, leaking down and trying to escape, but unable to as he seemed to tighten like a snake around my body, pinning me above the toilet.

All too soon, I realise what had happened: I'd fucking lost my virginity in a men's room stall. Suddenly ashamed, way too late, I felt my mind start to burn, just like my hole as his juices tried to leak around the bulging base of his cock.

My body went limp way before his shaft did, unable to take any more. His seed was still flooding inside me, and he was surprisingly strong, keeping me pinned as he panted for air. His grip didn't loosen as his tired, raspy voice whispered a suggestion, "Meet me here, just before closing tonight. I'll show you how to relax. We'll have some more fun."

I wasn't sure I wanted any more "fun" like this. I'm pretty sure my ass - fuck, my whole body - started to go numb, a tingling sensation spreading around me while his swollen cock slowly went down enough for him to pull out.

Too ashamed, I didn't even turn around as he loosened his grip, letting me hug the lid of the toilet seat, his cum dripping out of my gaping asshole into the water below.

I wasn't sure how long we were in there together, or how long I was in there alone. I got walked in a couple of times at least, whoever it was coming in to relieve themselves too shocked, I hope, to notice me. Eventually, though, I sorted myself out, locking myself in. I waited, almost able to feel the agonisingly slow contraction of my asshole. I wiped, and flushed, then hobbled awkwardly to my locker to get my things.

Thankfully, staggering out of the gym wasn't an unseen sight.

I went home straight away. I was too distracted to go to class, and sitting for long periods would have just been impossible. I could catch up later, claiming to be too sick to leave the house. Nobody, other than - I hoped - me and the guy who fucked me, would ever really know what happened today.

I dozed off watching a film, so I wasn't quite sure when it started, but when I woke up the sheets were soaked in sweat and - my nose and the trail from the tip of my erection determined - other fluids. It wasn't too surprising: I'd been having dreams of my encounter from earlier, my subconscious stubbornly rewriting the experience in my brain. Just thinking about it made my already morning-wood-hard cock strain further, my hole somehow able to quiver with delight.

I wanted more.

The suggestion of my unknown lover to go back hadn't really occurred to me as a serious proposal. Before falling asleep, the experience wasn't something I'd ever want to do. Now it intrigued, enticed, aroused.

I took a warm shower, luxuriating in the sensation of the warmth against my skin. My hands wandered over my body, the tips of my fingers surprisingly rough as they spread the shower gel across my skin. Someone must have been walking over my grave, because I felt all twitchy; there was no way to explain the odd sensation of fingers running through hair covering me that I couldn't see.

After bathing, I headed down to the kitchen naked, forgetting completely about having a flatmate until I noticed his stuff in the refrigerator. The sting of embarrassment at being caught naked seemed to be gone. Guessing being caught with a gaping asshole at the gym had driven my sense of shame from me, I went about cooking up a beef stir-fry with the ingredients I needed to use up before my next grocery visit. The meat tasted juicy and, for an impromptu meal, flavoured quite nicely. My mind began wondering about the flavour of another type of meat; just when my cock had started to go down, my erection flared to life again thinking about pinning down the guy who fucked me, forcing my cock in his mouth while I took his into mine.

Even thinking about being caught by my roommate excited me, pouncing on him when he pushed through the door. "God, when did I become such an uncontrollable slut?" I said, laughing as I headed upstairs. Fantasies were one thing, but reality and police reports were another.

I went back to lay in bed, idly toying with myself, moving into proper masturbation as my growing lust pushed me towards browsing through porn online. The grunts and cries and exaggerated pleasures of men fucking over men washed through my headphones and ears, until they soaked into my brain. If I was going to miss classes today, I was sure as hell going to learn something useful. I continued to edge myself, filling my body close to bursting with pent-up juices.

My flatmate returned home to me feigning sickness, and that I didn't feel like eating. I couldn't take the risk of what might happen: in the state I was, smelling his post-class, post-work musk, and the tendrils of his own sexual need, I'd have jumped him, which me might not have appreciated, spoiling this evening.

To distract myself, I browsed the net, slowly letting myself sexually simmer. My browsing took me deeper into the pornography sites, kinks seeming to develop and bloom in seconds. Bondage. Petplay. Gangbangs. Soon my shaking hands were fumbling around in my wallet for my card to pay for some toys that seemed to stir up things inside me I hadn't been aware were there.

Panting and drooling while my brain carried me through fantasy after fantasy, I sorted through my clothes. The sun had started to go down; the gym's closing time was approaching. I hadn't dressed since showering, since being naked felt so right.

Glancing through my wardrobe, I dismissed the idea, rummaging through my unclean laundry for something suitable for the gym that was already sweaty. I sniffed through it, slowly weighing up my auctions, before discovering the mother lode of some gym clothes that I must have accidentally ejaculated onto at some point. The fluids washed through their, invisible but screaming in neon paint to my nose.

Grabbing some sweaters, I dressed fully. I was only able to ignore the feelings of confinement by reminding myself of what I'd be getting to do tonight. My balls ached, cock throbbing as I pushed open the window, scampering over the roof of the flat below, jumping off.

Normally, I would have taken the bus to the gym. Tonight, I felt like running. Thankfully, sweatshirts and pants made for great climbing gear, comfortable running gear, and suitably musky wear for a late-night sex session at the gym.

As surreptitiously as one could when going up to the fantastically-muscled, and immensely attractive guy tending to the gym's front desk to get him to scan my membership card, I entered the gym, hiding in the same toilet stall while men came back, joking with their friends and showering. Somehow, I knew he'd know to look for me here.

I rested my head on the wall. Once you got over certain smells, and thankfully the cleaners did a good job of minimising those, this place was a haven of pleasant masculine scents. They certainly didn't help my balls any; I could almost feel them swelling from edging the whole day. I started to wonder if that might have been a mistake as a warm, sticky goo started to ooze out into a thick, spreading stain around the tip of my bulge.

The gym noises started to die down. I quickly checked my phone - according to it, the gym was going to close in a couple of minutes - and I growled quietly, baring my teeth. Had I been stood up?

Just when I started to lose faith, the trace of a familiar scent caught on my nostrils, turning my growl into a contented sigh. He was here. My heart pounded, a surge of fresh blood coursing energy through my body. My body started to tingle: my nipples perked up as I slipped out of my sweatshirt, the two tips showing through the fabric of my singlet. I would've taken off more, but it was still too risky.

I could, and needed to at this point, pulled down the front of my trousers, allowing my slick, oozing cock out into the air. I panted, limbs spilling over the side of the toilet, heart and manhood throbbing in anticipation, a few beats almost in time as the lights started to go out.

"He's not at his locker," I heard, the voice the one which had been rattling around in my head all day.

"I know he came in here," another, less familiar but recognisable voice replied. The hot guy manning the desk. This time my heart caught. What did this other guy have to do with things? Suddenly, I wasn't so sure of myself.

"So where-?" a loud sniffing interrupted.

Pushing open the door, I chuckled, "Right where you left me!"

Not all the lights were out, but they hadn't come in the showers. Hoisting up my pants, I wandered out, thumb tucked into my waistband to strip off my pants at a moment's notice.

The guy who fucked me grinned, flashing vaguely sharp-looking teeth. "Oh, that's where you were hiding?"

I knew I should have had questions of my own. Who was the sizeable hunk he'd brought along: just a friend, or something more? Who was he? But I kind of felt I knew what those answers were already. They each were their scents, the unique combinations that I'd only recently started noticing. They carried their histories. Names seemed so temporary.

Instead of asking those questions, I asked the more important, "So, are we going to get started?"

The other two guys turned to one another, grins broadening further. "Wow, he's a keen one, isn't he?" the big guy observed, unzipping his jacket with the gym's logo attached to it.

"I told you he was a good choice," the guy who fucked me earlier replied. He had apparently come from his job: he looked amazingly sexy in a suit, but what we were going to get up to would've ruined it, and he definitely looked better without it.

While they undressed, I did the same, getting a chuckle as I quickly yanked off my pants. "Leave the singlet on," they suggested. I was curious as to why, even more so that, while they slowly got naked - and I could smell, aroused - they stopped, pulling out leather straps. Wondering how kinky things were going to get, I quickly noticed they were putting it around their necks.

They had collars.

I groaned audibly; just seeing the collars on them was immensely arousing. The collars suited their smells well. My new friend sported a collar with thick, stubby metallic spikes, emphasising the toughness that was hard to miss: his muscles were barely contained by his shirt and whose cock would have looked massive had it not been attached between two gigantic legs. Meanwhile, the attractive guy who dazzled me earlier today wore a slightly scuffed expensive leather collar; it seemed to suggest he came from money, but was willing to go out and play rough when wanted.

Hearing my groan, they both turned. "Those collars are really hot," I confessed my fetish.

A wicked grin broke out. "You're going to love the surprise I bought for you, then." I heard a loud zip, as a leather harness was pulled out. Both of them walked over, now nude aside from the collars, to help put it on me.

"Is this why you wanted me to leave my singlet on?" I asked, noticing on the strap below my neck there was a place for a name tag. On each of their collars was their names, at least for the purposes of these hook-ups. I guessed I could call the big guy would be called Rex. My friend from earlier went by Hunter. Appropriate.

Hunter grinned, "Oh no, that's a surprise which we'll get to a bit later. For now, we should get really acquainted." Tugging on the front of the harness, he pulled my face into his. I closed my eyes, our lips and tongues meeting together as we lowered to all fours, hands resting on the bench their bag had been resting on.

Meanwhile, Rex must have dropped to his knees behind me; I only noticed when his face buried itself in my ass, sensitive skin tingling from the brush of his coarse stubble. His tongue slipped between my butt cheeks, gingerly probing my hole, which twinged. I was still sore from earlier.

My breath seemed to hold itself for ages, my body surrendering to this three-way tonguing. Rex seemed to break off first, which seemed fair as he had the most uncomfortable position. I heard a zipping sound, then the chink of metal against metal.

Hunter and I stopped kissing, his tongue still flopping out of his mouth as he looked at me, almost as though he was drunk. His eyes twisted to the side. My vision followed his. Rex was holding a thick chain dog lead in his hands. One of his big arms reached underneath my legs. I grunted instinctively when his arm slid along my raging erection.

I heard a click as the lead was attached to a special loop on my harness. Hunter explained, "This is just so you don't freak out straight away. Just Rex didn't get to have fun with us earlier, so he's a little bit pent up."

While the chain was dropped and looped around one of the legs of the bench, so that I was trapped, I gripped onto the bench. I expected to feel his massive body pull up, pushing his fat cock into the hole he'd started to lubricate.

Only that's not what happened at all. Instead, he walked around in front of me to where Hunter was standing, toying with his nipple. I suddenly remembered it being the nipple I had sucked on earlier. My eyes went to Rex's, which were just as big and thick as the rest of him, and pierced to boot. Bending over, he gripped the bench, staring right at me with a big grin and a lolling tongue.

"Good boy, Rex," Hunter stated, the words giving me a twinge of excitement.

Rex suddenly jerked before me, eyes rolling up inside his head. Almost immediately, I could see his muscle- and vein-creased skin disappearing underneath a wave of fast-growing creamy stubble. His head tilted up as he moaned as nearly his entire body seemed to be coated in the fuzz; the moan turned into a howl, the sound reverberating around the locker room.

Watching the handsome, muscular Rex quickly sprouting hair all over, I started noticing other slight changes that seemed to be happening to his body. The fingernails on the bench thickened, digging welts into the bench's wood as he stretched. They curled just enough to conjure up images in my head of claws. When his face lowered, I could already tell there were hints of a muzzle appearing on his face: the slightly squashed look of his nose, the insides of his nostrils looking shades too dark to be normal, the glistening teeth somehow pushing into points. On either side of his head, his ears seem to stick out more prominently, almost elf-like points appearing to drag out his piercings.

Of course, I had to look at what was going on with his cock as well, and I wasn't disappointed: the head poked out further, the pink head seeming a bit more pointed as the skin around his balls seemed to tighten up. Rex stood up, pacing around on the balls of his feet, impatient and excited by the changes. His lengthening toenails clacked on the hard, smooth concrete floor.

"Well, you didn't freak out," Hunter noticed; I startled when he rested his warm hand on my butt. "That's a good sign. I thought I picked the right guy, but I wasn't sure how well you'd take to it."

Freak out? What was happening was just mesmerising. "Huh?" I grunted, my own breath growing heavy. I was too distracted by Rex, who'd gone over to the mirror, watching his transformation and slowly toying with his erection. I watched him grunt, clawed hands sliding down both sides of the mirror. Hot wet streaks of sweat were left as he sank down to his knees, ass proudly sticking out towards us, the nub of his slowly growing tail wriggling almost invitingly.

I barely noticed that my chain had been unlocked, until I nearly face-planted. I hadn't realised I'd been straining forward so much, watching Rex's body turning into a big, bipedal pit bull. His dark, sort-of-canine nose pushed up into the glass, his hot breath flaring up streaky smears. "Huh?" I mumbled again; Hunter had said something that I'd been to distracted to hear.

Hunter laughed and repeated, "I was just saying I definitely picked the right guy to join us." His hand grasped the sagging tip of my cock. I suddenly noticed the thin stream of clear goo dripping off of it, and the small, but growing puddle below me.

"You turn into a dog too?" I asked, standing up to come and sit with Hunter on the bench. It was probably pretty dumb; seeing what Rex's cock was shaping into, I realised why Hunter's had felt so strange in my ass.

"I was the first," Hunter explained. "Rex caught me in here once. I thought I was done for, but thankfully he's just a big old slut who just wants to be a good boy."

I think we all felt the odd surge when he said those last two words, but Rex felt it the most, turning around to show just how much of his muzzle had changed his face. He padded over to us, hunched over on all fours. He could almost, but not quite, pull it off, short tail starting to wag. His scent was incredibly potent now, as his muzzle advanced on my crotch. Hot air sprayed over my sensitive shaft.

Sliding behind me - his cock leaving a sticky streak running down my back - Hunter continued, "You'll be number three of our little group. I already started you off this morning, getting you ready. Now we just have to find your magic words and your new name."

Magic words? "You mean like 'good boy'?" I replied. Rex whined in front of me, his long canine tongue sliding along my dick. I could almost see my breath steam up, moaning as I felt pre-cum drip out, the slobbering hungry dog-man between my legs eager to lap it up. I wasn't the only one to squirt out a bit of excited lubrication: Hunter's body tensed behind me, and I heard him gasp a little before his hands slid around, playing with my nipples. My legs started to squirm from the touch of the two guys.

"God, you need to be careful with that," Hunter warned. I could almost feel his own transformation threatening to break through; I guess our encounter earlier had left him a lot less immediately needy, and being the first had let him have more control. Suddenly he seemed to have a change of heart, explaining which turned to an almost pleading question, "We can trigger our own transformation, but it's so much better when someone else does it. Do you want to know mine?"

I nodded.

Pressing his mouth up to my ear, his lips trembling, he answered, "Fetch."

"Fetch, Hunter," I elaborated, feeling a powerful tingle.

My cock slid into Rex's mouth, the sharp teeth sliding carefully over the taught, reddened skin of my bulging erection. Behind me, Hunter gasped like he'd just ejaculated. My back informed me that wasn't the case, but I felt his cock bulge behind me, quickly followed by a blast of fast-growing fur. He whined, nearly collapsing backwards through sheer excitement. He rolled out from behind me, but not before I saw the thick, golden hue running down his legs.

The golden fur covered his body as he stumbled into view, name tag glistening in the dull light. Rex's tail was raised in the air, Hunter's intensely staring at the thick, muscular furry buttocks underneath. He didn't seem to care about what was on the floor now, grunting as he dropped to the floor, burying his face into Rex's rump as the traces of his own dog muzzle started to peak through.

"Good boy," I moaned, "fetch!"

The double shot blasted through me; I nearly felt myself orgasm just then, and only just held it back. The two dog-men reacted equally powerfully. Hunter plunged his slowly-growing snout deep between Rex's round cheeks, who in turn had his own forced down, taking in my whole shaft.

Feeling intensely powerful, I realised with those words I could drive them into cumming. With the right suggestions, I could get them to do anything. My imagination, fuelled from a day of partaking in porn, swum with fantasies I wanted to play out.

Only not just yet. It still felt oddly wrong. Rex seemed to have almost fully changed - I still marvelled at how quickly the changes were - and once Hunter was unleashed he seemed to change exceptionally fast, having me wondering if it was multiple commands, or using his command twice in short succession.

I felt kind of left out of enjoying the full experience. Hunter had planted the seed for my inner dog earlier today, I guessed. It had grown all day, preparing me for my nightly romp with my new, not-quite-human fuckbuddies. I was willing to become a full member of this eclectic pack, I just needed to figure out what words would allow human-me and dog-me to switch places, or properly merge into one being, or however this worked.

I gasped, curling up around Rex's head, enjoying the prickly feeling of his fur against my skin. My body was shaking, needing release like a junkie needed a hit. The problem for me was that I didn't know how to proceed. Where would I start? Rex and Hunter seemed too caught up in slobbering over ass and dick.

"Hey, hey," I pleaded, my voice weak. All my strength was trying to keep my arousal from boiling over into full-blown orgasm. "Can you guys still speak?"

The last word was barely out of my mouth before it was followed by a howl erupting from my lips, my head leaning back. My body clenched; I was suddenly furiously jackhammering my crotch into Rex's face, my eyes rolling up into my head.

Transformating, it turned out, felt a lot like wearing a lot of just-too-tight clothing: each step brings an immediate shudder of relief, and a sense of wondering why you hadn't done this sooner. My howl was still going strong when the first layer came away, fur prickling out of my skin. A dull yanking pulled at each of my nails. My legs throbbed, and I felt a dull twitching just above my ass, and a tingling running through my howling face.

Caught up in the intensity of the first experience with changing, I almost missed my orgasm. The thundering rush of my ejaculate smashed into the sensation of ecstasy from transforming, driving thought from my head.

When I finally recovered, I found myself crouched on the floor in front of the mirror. Rex was rubbing his muzzle, and Hunter, now looking close to fully transformed, was laughing.

I looked, admiring the short, but thick coat of white fur running down my chest, contrasting with the black that met it on my sides. I now had pointed ears peeking out on either side of my hair, which had enjoyed an extra dose of fur growth, a slightly blackened nose and lips, which puffed out on a slightly awkward-looking near-stub of a muzzle. I checked my curling, lengthening fingernails, and the puffy, roughly-textured bits of skin on the ends of my fingers. A quick glance down showed the same things looked to be happening down there. Behind me, my stubby tail wriggled, barely a protuberance, but eager to grow into what immediately popped into my head was a long, fluffy tail.

What really got my attention was my cock, still glistening and oozing, though spent. The head was a fleshy pink point, straining out from a slowly-thickening cocoon of flesh, similar to the thick bulging sheaths around the two other canine cocks in the room.

"You finally back with us?" Hunter replied, still chuckling, giving my furry head a good shake.

I nodded, wondering, "I was away?"

"Fucker," Rex grunted. "You nearly broke my damn jaw. I say we call you Jack, as in Jack-Hammer."

Hunter's laugh increased. "Maybe you're a little too wild for us!" he hinted, grabbing my head and showing me around the room.

My nose seemed to already hint at it, but I was still caught off-guard. A massive puddle of semen glistened on the floor, streaked outwards with footprints running all over. A quick sniff told me that it was all mine, with just a hint of Rex's saliva. Thin streaks of it ran across the whole room. Apparently I wasn't content to just cum in Rex's muzzle, I had to run around, leaving sticky trails of cum all over the place.

"Ought to make you lick it all up," Rex grumbled, suddenly whining. "This is going to take ages to clean."

My ears threatened to droop as I was admonished, although apparently Hunter was still amused. "And that doesn't even include the howling!"

"I was howling?" I asked. My hoarse voice answered my own question.

"Maybe call you Pound," Rex suggested, "Since you like doing that, and that's where you probably belong." Apparently he enjoyed coming up with names for me, although given the trouble I'd given him I was fine letting him do that. His worrying seemed to be having a weird effect on him. I guessed maybe letting your human worries in turned you more human, but I'd have to ask about it.

I did have some ideas of my own, simmering away in my head. "I can make it up to you," I replied. I hadn't missed that both Rex and Hunter were still hard, and I could smell how pent up they were. We each had the power to bring out the beast in ourselves and the others, and despite my balls feeling empty, I still wasn't ready for the night of fun to end just yet.

Before Rex could protest, I growled hoarsely, "Go sit on the bench like a good boy, Rex!" I watched the annoyance drain from his expression, his cock quiver and his jaw slacken. The corners of his floppy upper lips raised slightly. As he went along with the suggestion.

I wasn't quite done yet, though, padding along, staring into Rex like I was trying to transfix him. Waggling my butt at Hunter, I added, "Hunter, you left something in here that you're going to want to fetch!" That was enough to slow his laughter into a lusty chuckle.

Aiming my way directly towards Rex's crotch, I told him, "Fair play, you can fuck my face as hard as you want. Just give me a taste of your fat crotch and I'll show you what a mess you can make." Opening my short muzzle as much as possible, I slipped my mouth around the hot, pink spike jutting out of his sheath.

Closing my eyes, I just went along with what seemed natural, which seemed to match up with whatever made Rex's grumpiness slowly dissolve as I moaned on his shaft. Hunter seemed keen to get on the action too, feeling a clawed finger gingerly push its way into my butthole. A brief memory of pain flashed through my head, but I pushed through it.

"Mmm," my lips slurped, gently squeezing onto Rex's bulging sack. "Who's a good boy?"

"I am," he replied, my tongue darting out to lick the blob of pre that oozed out, along with his high-pitched reply. Keeping him going with my hands, trying my best to keep my growing claws out of the way, my muzzle found its way to his round sack, which I started coaxing.

Hunter lumbered over me; I grunted as his weight lowered, and his shaft started poking at my fluffy rear. "Damn, you've got a nice black little hole forming back here," he complimented.

"It's ready for a test drive," I grunted, pushing back on his finger as he tried to pull it out. His cock squelched in; even though it had changed, my ass was still loose from this morning, so it didn't take long until I had a hot, grunting golden retriever man pounding slowly away on my ass.

Rex squeezed my head: I felt the points of my ears escape over the top of his grip, forcing me away from tasting and toying with his balls to focus my attention back on his cock. Pushing my head down, I stretched my muzzle as far as I could go with it as the hot, drooling penis tip slipped down the back of my throat.

Despite clearly being spent not too long ago, whatever magic allowed us to turn into dog-men had also drastically lowered my refractory period. Either that, or dog-me really wanted to try out the pointy new shaft I was starting to develop. It thickened and bulged; I wondered how much longer I'd have before I'd be adding to the spreading, seeping pool I'd left on the floor earlier.

A metallic chink on my harness sent a shiver running over my furry flesh. Rex yanked the chain, his strength pulling both Hunter and I closer to him. My ears perked up, hearing them moan, my still-changing body scrunching up between both of them as they each speared me with their cocks.

Once again, my mind seemed to flow away. My head swam with Rex's musk, by body swaying from his and Hunter's thrusting. I slowly started balancing myself on the balls of my feet, as they slowly widened to give my changing legs the support they'd need.

My mouth finally coaxed Rex's knot out; either he was too breathless from tonguing with Hunter, or had forgiven me for my earlier mess, because I was sure he didn't literally take me up on his offer for him to slam his big pit pull crotch into my face. Gently biting down around the flared canine shaft in my mouth I squeezed down. Above, I heard him break lips with Hunter and gasp for air.

It's amazing what you can feel without actually touching it. It was almost like his cock was mine; I felt the hot fluids rush up squirting out, flying through the almost-as-hot air in my mouth before washing down my throat and trailing over my tongue. It quickly went into further action, as I greedily swallowed all of Rex's seed that I could.

Rex leaned back gently patting my head; however, this also meant Hunter's weight fell harshly on my back, and for a brief moment I worried I might accidentally bite into the shaft. Slowly, Rex pulled his shaft out, as I continued to lick away. He grinned down, squeezing his bulge into my panting muzzle, spraying my furry face with his ooze.

Hunter yanked my tail to the side; eager to get his own release now that he smelled Rex's cum on me. I swallowed quickly, nearly choking as I tried to catch my breath. My own cock was sticking out; I could almost feel my own knot threatening to go as Hunter's started to slide into my ass.

His load spurted inside me as my ring squeezed down on the entering knot. Hunter pulled us over, we toppled carelessly into my puddle of cooling semen; neither of us particularly cared. All we both wanted to enjoy was his seed flooding into me. I sighed contentedly, leaning back into the soft, slightly sticky fur lining his chest.

"Holy shit," Rex looked, distracted from licking off the last lazy parts of cum that he'd managed to coax out of his cock before it returned to his sheath. "Look at this fucking thing, Hunter."

Hunter grunted tiredly in response. I'm pretty sure both our eyes followed Rex's paw-like hand as it reached down to seize my cock.

My eyes bulged.

I couldn't believe it was mine. When the other guys had changed, their cocks had grown, certainly, but they seemed to naturally have large manhoods anyway. Human-me was only averagely hung. Dog-me, however, had an almost comical pink swollen fleshy rod sticking out of my impressive sheath.

"Guess we're calling you Rocket, then!" Hunter joked tiredly.

Rex seemed fascinated, licking his lips as his paws rapped around my shaft. I quivered on Hunter's still-firing cock. I nearly started howling again, before Hunter's hands wrapped around my muzzle, just leaving my to snort hot breath through my black nose. My own hands flailed about uselessly, Rex roughly jerking me off. My eyes started rolling up again, until I finally slumped, with no energy left to resist.

On top of Hunter I twitched and rocked about, Rex rapidly pushing my into a horny frenzy as Hunter held me in place.

Then I came again, struggling for enough air as my cock emptied out another big load of hot dog-man cum onto my furry chest.

"There we go," Rex said contentedly, "that's a good b-" He caught himself just in time. "That's a good husky," he corrected, before his massive weight slumped down on top of us. We were all spent now.

I'm a husky? That was going to take some getting used to. I started to wonder how much control I had over Rocket, or was Rocket the top dog now. For now it didn't matter; I was in a nice warm, sticky dog-man pile, and in desperate need of a nap.