Gill Extra Large
---made this for friend, he really likes it and i hope you do too---
Gill Extra Large
by theonehowl
The music of the city surrounded him. The noises of a messy ambiguous city traffic, the calls and ramblings of busy egocentrics that filed down the side walks with him, all were apart of the great machine of this fine city. A cloudy, smoggy sky had no affect on his day. Not while he carried his trusty laptop and tablet under arm.
Pierre Jackson was a normal human being making his way to the nearby food stop. He had grown tired of the regular restaurant's and heard about this newer one. They had a fair menu of subs and sandwiches that sounded quite satisfying to his appetite.
A pair of wolves on legs dressed in jeans and t-shirts were about to pass by him. He quickly made a smile and a wave. "Hey, how's it goin'?" he asked with a friendly voice. They frowned on him as they moved on past. His hand faltered as did his smile. Then he shrugged it off and kept moving. It's not like every anthro-creature would be warm and welcoming to a human.
Pierre made it to the small restaurant. Green seemed to be its main color and had quite a few television sets. The smell of fried food dominated the air. Many of the sandwiches had fried or broiled meats on them. His mouth salivated at the options of different flavors of toasted bread: garlic and onions, basil and olive oil, salt and vinegar, Parmesan with red pepper sauce, and black pepper with lemon glaze.
Stepping into his place in line, he noticed that a tall equine stood at the register. His body had a close trim of deep yellow fur underneath a typically designed uniform. His mane nearly white, curled into a bun and guarded by a protective hair net, mandatory by food safety. Those blue eyes fell on him and left him nearly speechless. A few moments passed in silence.
"Can I help you, sir?" The horse wasn't annoyed just anxious to move the line.
"Oh, sorry... still not use to the eyes." Anthros had much more detailed eyes than regular humans because of size difference. This horse was only a few inches taller than Pierre. "I'll take the Steak Plate with basil and olive oil Crisp Bread." The equine tapped at his console with large digits and apparent ease.
"Okay, your total comes to eleven sixty-five." He looked up and smiled to Pierre, who tried to not get caught up in the eyes by quickly getting the money out. As he moved away to take his seat, he imagined there was a smirk on the horse's muzzle.
Pierre didn't waste time. He placed the laptop in front of him and pressed the power button. A drink was sat on his table by another horse, similar in color as the first one but with light splotches across his face and, most of all, in height. The same blue sparkly eyes touched in his view before they withdrew in the direction away from his table.
He broke away from the distraction and took a sip from his drink. Then he pulled out a black tablet and hooked it to the laptop. Bringing out a slender, sleek black pen, he began scribbling at the slender tablet while watching the screen of his computer closely. Concentration soon replaced all other features that he showed. His astute hand carried the pen this way and that with a careful, cautious sensitivity. He didn't know the horse at the register pulled the shorter counterpart over and whispered into his ear... as if sharing a secret or detail about Pierre.
Pierre drew out the large panda anthro on his screen. The lines stretched far and wide as the cartoon-like character had such heavy features. Yet, the expression showed that this panda carried its weight like a natural part of life. Not like a burden of an over-eating disordered indigent. The sketchy lines were lane quickly and deliberately. His concentration had distracted him from noticing the horse that had stepped behind him quietly and watched the screen.
The short blondy anthro's tail wagged with flowing long, thin hair. The anthro didn't know that his sparkling blue eyes were reflecting in the screen, giving him away.
Pierre caught sight of the unnatural color and quickly turned around to see the anthro standing, smiling over him. His hand snapped the top closed, leaving a confused expression on the waiter's face.
"Is something the matter?" the anthro asked. His paws held behind his back.
"Uhh... no, I.. I was just wondering when the food would be ready..." Pierre shyly smiled.
"Oh, it will be done soon... continue..." The horse nodded at the screen.
"Heh, uh... okay..." He reluctantly turned back around and opened the screen. As he tried to concentrate on the picture again, his eyes looked back in the corner. "Are you going to be watching me the whole time?"
"Hmm, maybe..." he said with simplistic interest. Pierre only took a breath and continued on with his drawing. "I do like it, though."
"Thank you..." Pierre felt a bit better with the compliment.
"May I ask why you draw anthros? Many humans right now don't approve of us... They approve even less of sympathizers like you." The horse drew a seat behind Pierre and sat with his legs straddling the chair's backside.
"Well, I don't like them- I mean the bad humans.... I mean, anthropomorphic creatures have feelings, thoughts, and emotions just like we do. It doesn't seem right..." The human boy began to draw on the picture more, becoming more comfortable with this significant conversation.
"That's also very nice of you to say... Which do you think we are- human or animal?"
"Both. Still, you're human... probably like... humans trapped on the inside of animals with a human shape." Pierre saw in the monitor's reflection that the horse raised his eyebrow. "Uh-I mean! Not trapped.. but... on the inside you're just like us, and that's what really counts. You guys having animal bodies is... super cool, I think." The artist smiled sheepishly, flushing a little from the personal confession. The horse's brows took a few movements showing his amusement and delight at the comment.
"Really now?" His voice even showed an amused interest.
"Uh.. y..yea. It would be cool, ya know?"
"What animal would you like to be?" Pierre was having trouble drawing again. "If you were like us... what would you prefer?" The human relaxed a little.
"Well, I uh... would like to be... ummm... a .. panda...?" He felt slightly embarrassed admitting it out loud. It was always a personal preference of his. He secretly wished he could have been borne the large panda he creates with his pens. This may have been the first time he said it out loud.
"You know there are doctors for that." The horse waiter propped an arm on the chair's back and placed his chin on that arm confidently. Pierre looked back at the horse incredulously.
"Are you crazy? That stuff is so illegal... I might as well go and murder a guy while I'm at it..." The amusement fell from the horse's face.
"You could start with a few of us... you would only get a slap on the wrist, anyways." The equine waiter stood and left Pierre before the human could reply or apologize for his offense. He could only sigh and put his pen down in defeat. The panda on the screen was left without the completion of solid lining.
Then the same horse came back with a basket filled with a juicy-looking sandwich and fries filling the space beside it. Pierre scooted the computer out of the way for the horse.
"I apologize for offending you... I don't mean any offense, really." The horse, despite the mask of its annoyance, relented a small smirk.
"It's okay, sweety. I just kind of make a fight out of anything near the topic. Do you want anything else besides this?" The waiter meant the food.
"No, this will be more than enough. I might need a take out plate."
"I'm sure that panda wouldn't need a take out plate." This put a big grin on Pierre's face.
"Hell, no! He'd have three of these and be wondering what's for desert." His excitement of imagining the character was easily detected by the waiter. He sat at the table with the human now.
"You seriously wouldn't think about changing if you had the chance?" Pierre instantly searched around, frightened almost.
"No, that's not cool... I'd be skinned. Don't say that so loud, either..." The horse simply cocked his head.
"Why? It is a choice you should be free to make. Why worry about what others think? It is your happiness that should be the issue here, not a ethical code made according to a social bias." Pierre still had a concerned expression but seemed to understand the logic.
"Yes, but... Well, how would you feel if one of your kind wanted to be a human?" The waiter put some thought into then answered simply.
"Very disappointed, in fact."
"See. Not very different from us it seems." The horse pointed at the human.
"No... the difference is that I wouldn't understand why one of our kind... who have been peaceful and forgiving this whole time, would want to be one of your kind- who has shown more hate and malice than necessary. Your government is as illogical as the populace. They took forever to give us simple rights. Your kind can't fathom something different from you. That's why I would be disappointed. You becoming one of us, though. That's different. You would be showing how indifferent we are... that being an anthro isn't such a black and white issue, if you don't mind me using such a phrase." Pierre laughed softly.
"You should be in politics. You seemed to have it all figured out." The horse settled his arms on the table.
"No... that is not my cause. I am a scientist. Me and my brother over there both are." He pointed back at the register. "We were banned from the laboratory, though."
"For what?" Pierre was curious now. The waiter leaned in and starred at the human flatly.
"Take a wild guess..." The horse just stared at him with those peaceful blue eyes. Pierre did think about it. Then his eyebrows jumped with realization.
"OH! Y..you.. you didn't..." He looked around again. "You made humans...into..." The horse merely smiled as Pierre trailed off. The human's mouth was open in shock... and awe. He didn't know whether to be horrified or impressed or... excited. The latter started to seep into his imagination. The possibilities were there and became more and more present. Then it became more clear of what those eyes held... the smile had more hint in it than before. A slow shake of his head... "N..no. I couldn't." His waiter simply smiled, very amused.
"Oh, and why not?" The horse looked so tickled by this forbidden fruit he presented Pierre.
"I..." There just didn't seem to be any real good reason to say no. "You guys don't have a laboratory anymore. How can you do that? I mean.. do I....er- I mean, do you use a pill or.. how long does it take?" The horse grinned as the human fumbled his words and thoughts.
"You seem to be interested. We do injections. We have a serum. Already made."
"Wait a second, have you even tested it?" Pierre looked a lot more skeptical now, less blinded by his own ambition.
"Oh, and you think I was always a horse like this?" The anthro let his fingers uncurl to emphasize his image. The human's eyes arched in disbelief. This couldn't possibly be the work of a laboratory. No way could they pull this kind of work off. The records of these kind of experiments are not completely uncommon, but so many times more illegal. Very few of the times during these occurrences do the subjects look even half as good as a truly born anthropomorphic creature. Pierre's expression showed irritable disappointment.
"I wasn't born yesterday. This is just some kind of trick you designed for humans. I was right.... you aren't very different from us at all." The waiter simply looked at him and shrugged without the amusement from earlier.
"That is fine. I can see where there could be a lack of trust between us. We just met after all... why trust me? Enjoy your meal. I'll be back to collect the leftovers shortly." With that, the horse turned and walked back to the kitchen. Someone else ran the register now, a human dressed in the restaurant's colors of green and white. The artist wondered absently where the other could have gone to, and why did he leave almost the same time the waiter went out of sight?
Pierre shrugged and applied himself to the drawing on the monitor in front of him. It became difficult as the pen touched down on the surface. The small thoughts of what could be nagged at him as he had to undo mistake after careless mistake. The offer had to be too good to be true. They had to be fakes. No one really had the power to make a human an anthro... not yet, anyways...right?
He took another gulp of his drink, licked his lips with moisture, and hoped he could subdue the thoughts that ran rampant in his head. He almost forgot his sandwich and took a few bites out of it. The basil really sank in well with the bread. The toasted flakes crinkled on to his tablet underneath. Placing the sandwich back in the basket, he began blowing the crumbs off to the side.
All of a sudden, he grew light headed. Instantly, he thought that he had breathed too hard or something, maybe delaying oxygen to his brain to make that current spinning feeling.
When he began to breath calmly, he thought about why the feeling didn't go away. The more Pierre pondered, the harder it became to do so. Time had been passing while his world slowed. He felt shaky and the on-comings of panic. With one glance at his sandwich and his mind moved to think of something new. The new idea of someone drugging his food or drink finally occurred to him, but it occurred much too late.
Pierre began to rise from his table, not sure what to do. The suspect to blame came to his mind at such a slow speed. The drug hindered his mind so much. He stood uneasily next to his chair, trying to look around the restaurant and think of what to do. Maybe he should cry out for help, but again, he was too late to come to that discovery in time.
His vision blacked out, and there came a feeling of falling, vaguely comprehensible to his wavering conscious.
"We haven't got the time. Give me the syringe." A familiar voice passed through the buffer that covered Pierre's world. "He will be waking up anytime soon, Jered." His head felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. Picking it up off the floor proved to be a harder task than usual. Still, his curiosity motivated the effort. The more he tried, the more easier it became.
"If you only were a little more patient, Effrin..."
"He is perfect. He wants this. I saw the look in his eyes."
Pierre moved his left arm, but there seemed to be something holding it back. A soft binding of some sort. His eyes moved along to find that some kind of cloth strapped his wrist to a bed post. He then noticed he laid on the soft cushions of a neatly-made bed. His eyes searched around to find the bedroom empty.
"We are going to be fired -again- for this. To steal the boss' keys and practice highly illegal scientific experiments in her bedroom..." The voice came from the open door outside the bedroom.
"Syringe." The other voice demanded. Pierre knew that voice to be the shorter equine he spoke to. Just as soon as he figured that out, the blonde horse strolled in still wearing the same uniform. The similar but taller horse came in behind and stopped to watch. "I see that you're awake." By examining his eyes, Pierre concluded that this anthro was crazy. There seemed to be no remorse in them, only an undefinable excitement. "This is my brother, Jered. I am Effrin." Effrin motioned to the both of them with one tan paw.
Pierre watched in unbearable suspense as the horse moved with purpose to the drawers in front of the bed.
"Why are you doing this to me? I didn't agree to any of this. I... I'll report you to the police." The human's warnings still felt weak and hopeless. His fear took the conviction out of them. "Just let me go, and we can forget about the whole thing."
"No can do, friend." Effrin busied himself with a small black bag. "See. Even if you report us, there is no cure. There is only rehabilitation clinics for the experimented anthros. It's not fun there, I assure you. You will not be cured. You will be cast out. These are all the contingents to being a human-anthro. Now..." He turned as he spoke. The syringe pointed up in his paw. The ears on his head lied back with his smirk and a sinister twist in his eyebrows. "If you just act like you always have been an anthro, you can be one of us. Be what you desire, and stand beside our cause... Stand against the scrutiny of this primitive society."
Even with the whole kidnapping, even with the mad-doctor image, even being tied down against his will... Pierre liked the idea. The daunting truth that he had no choice helped him face the fact that he really wanted this.
"I mostly...," Effrin continued. He moved slowly by the human's side. His eyes steadily searched Pierre's. "...want to know, if you willingly want this? Just tell me no. Tell me this isn't what you dreamed of. If you can tell me this isn't what you want, honestly... then my brother will let you go. We can find someone else, someone who wants to be more than a primitive meat bag."
Pierre stared back into the amazing eyes. The thoughts of whether or not... conflicted in his mind still. His gaze looked at the taller horse, standing with a patient swinging of his silk tail, and arms crossed over his chest. Then he looked back at Effrin. He knew for sure... one thing, honestly... he couldn't bring himself to say no.
"I..." he began, hard to express such a life changing decision. "I... I can't say yes to this." Effrin raised an eyebrow and tilted his head as if he didn't expect this. "But I can't say no, honestly." The the horse smiled like a serpent catching its prey.
The operation started. A quick syringe to the arm began whatever process of change the brothers planned for. Pierre merely laid there nervous. His wrists stretched to the bed post by the restraints. He saw the expectant look on their faces. He almost felt guilty for the changing process, or the lack of change, that is.
A few minutes already went by, and nothing significant happened. Pierre began to apologize for the failure, but a sudden painful jolt ripped into his head. A terrible migraine swept over him. His heart pounded against his chest like a caged animal. His arms pulled at the restraints. The soft bands around his wrist began to feel tight. It felt like the sun itself existed in the room next door. Sweat poured down every inch of his body.
Pierre groaned at the discomfort. His breath rasped in time with the raging heart. He twisted about in effort to get away from the unpleasant sensations. He put all his strength into pulling at the silk bands. The rapid contorting of his limbs made the bones stretch, flex. The next instant those bones flexed and grew even more.
Pierre opened his eyes to look up at nothing. Wild colors shined in contrast to the plain surface of his human features. His mouth opened in desperation to breath, the wild look in his eyes still. The white canines of his jaw pointed up in a most unnatural way. The top jaw reflected the same long, pointed teeth below. His jaws felt an itchy sensation. He chewed at it... and chewed... The relief of chewing drove him on to bite and snap.
The feelings overwhelmed him to where he couldn't tell that his jaw stretched. It grew out from his face. His nose dragged behind till it became flat. Then his eyes itched, and he blinked rapidly to drive it away. The new itch distracted him from feeling his arms and legs inflating.
All of the sudden, the itch broke out over his whole body. His skin rippled like liquid. The heat's intensity made Pierre believe that his skin had melted. A nausea accompanied the itch. It overwhelmed him like an evil steam roller. It drove over and filled him with unpleasant sensations.
One minute, Pierre thought he would die. The next... everything felt fine. He almost believe he dreamed up everything. The sensations disappeared like they never happened. His ears heard a strange sound. The sound couldn't be described easily, but it had the characteristic of something growing.
Pierre panted in heat. His lions were on fire with an arousal he never knew. Gill, actually, was his name now. He decided upon that after seeing himself in the mirror. The transformation , uncomfortable over all, bordered on instantaneous. Though, the brothers miscalculated a little factor. Gill appeared to be massively obese. Just like he preferred, but the brothers' goals aimed for a more average change.
A lot of people won't line up to be a massively obese anthropomorphic. Gill just happened to be a safe test subject, thanks to his preference of weight.
Somehow, in his excitement of fulling the seemingly unattainable dream, Gill found it necessary to give the appropriate thanks. He killed two birds with one stone. He always wanted to see what sex as an anthropomorphic would be like. He knew now.
Quickly, he applied the tongue from his open maw to the long, equine shaft provided in front of him. Heat poured through his taste buds with the connection of sensitive flesh. The taller brother made long hard thrust into the most ample ass he ever laid his paws on. Comments slurred with ambient pleasure spewed out of his mouth about how tight but soft Gill's tailhole felt. The horse's whole shaft buried itself with unrestrained force and did not feel an end. Jered never thought he would feel such a sensation with anyone, but Gill's large size made it possible to easily accommodate his own large girth.
"Oooh..Effrin... you should get over here. I don't think I'm enough for our furry friend... It feels like he's going to pull me right in." Effrin listened half-heartedly with his head tilted back, taking the tongue bath applied to his towering cock. Gill also seemed oblivious applying long wet laps up the massive meat.
Jered gave a hard slap to Gill's fatty thigh, causing the mass to ripple. "Lay on your side, Gill. I'm going to test a theory I have..." Effrin finally took notice that the licking stopped. He looked pointedly at Jered, who motioned for him to get over there. The shorter brother grinned with a clue of where this was going. He joined his brother at the end, which was a substantial distance because of Gill's large size.
"What's this theory you're talking about?" Effrin says, slightly irritated after almost achieving orgasm. His brother simply grinned at him. Then he moved to the side a bit, long shaft still firmly stuck in Gill's rear. Effrin suddenly caught on that there was enough room for two.
Quickly, he moved underneath, laying on a portion of Gill's leg that had been in the way. He pushed in with a grunting moan. Then both brothers pressed their equine shaft deep up inside the panda's tailhole. All the while, the recipient began to drool with a long hanging jaw. His mind nearly ceased function by the overload of sensation. It took him on a ride that had never been ridden before.
Gill's cock slid inside the folds of his outstretched gut and Effrin's new position. The seven inches of panda meat smashed up into the soft folds by the lean body from behind. Gill didn't know how much long he would last with the horse's thirst for pleasure rising ever second. They pounded him harder and faster now. There didn't seem to be no end in site.
Then suddenly, the two let out a guttural roar. Gill's fatty claws raked where they could find leverage. The panda's cock practically exploded with the sensation that drove his body mad. He let out a hot load of panda seed all over Effrin's and his own stomach. The warmth drenched his underbelly and the inside of his tailhole. He panted and thought vaguely of how he never did so instinctively like this before.
Gill felt ready for more. Not just sex. He wanted to explore what his new body could do.
Then he stopped thinking about that. His attention focused on the box of donuts that sat in front of him. Jered stood by them, after putting them on the floor for Gill to gaze upon.
"Thought you'd be hungry after that..." He smiled. Gill attacked the box, his fatty rolls jiggling with excited motions. He stuffed two down into his muzzle, then moved on to devour more and more. A familiar sensation came upon him when half the dozen disappeared. The sleepy sensation crept upon his consciousness. He finally stopped after eating four more to recognize the dazed feeling he felt.
"W..Why...?" He asked before collapsing to his side asleep, a dreamy smile in place.
"We can't keep him," Jered said as Effrin stood next to his brother, looking down at Gill.
"I know," he said, as a child says after his mother skips the trip to the candy store. "We just leave him?" Jered simply shrugged.
"Why not? We're not going back to our jobs. You stole the keys to our boss' apartment." Effrin nodded.
"Yeah, I wonder what she's going to say." Jered grabs his brother's paw and pulls him.
"Something about calling cops, I assume. I don't want to find out, now lets go."
Gill woke up. His eyes blinked, and his head moved in the groggy sense. His dawning consciousness slowly aloud him to realize what all happened. Then his eyes jumped wide open. He looked at the paw that had been touching his fuzzy head. His eyes stared down at the large mass of panda he had become. The black and white fur covering hills of fat. All fat that he knew was apart of his body. He felt slightly giddy before he saw the note beside him on the dresser.
Gill picked it up with a pinch of two large digits and tilted his head to read it.
"Dear Gill, We hope you make it in this world as one of us. We also figured you would like an explanation. Simple. Science. We love it so much. Me and my brother can't get enough of it. You are, most simply put, a guinea pig for our own selfish experiment. I figure you wouldn't mind this side effect, which we predicted as a factor. Now we are off to find out how to correct it. Though, I have a feeling you won't be coming to us for an antidote. I believe Fate brought you to us. I hope it takes you where you want to be next.
Your's truly, Effrin and Jered.
P.S.- Thanks for the fun ride afterward."
Gill let the note fall away. Then he saw a pair of jogging pants. They covered almost half the bed as if they were meant for him. Quickly, he drew them up his wobbly legs. His laptop and supplies sat next to the door. He left the apartment building in a cautious manner.
When he walked on the streets of his city, things seemed different. The humans no longer nodded to him back or, at least, not as friendly. Instead, the anthros were the ones returning his greetings and waves with warm hearts. A thrill ran through him at this turn of events. He decided to take a minute to have something to eat and think what he should do next.
He made his order, the cashier being human this time. The large panda had to sit on two seats, even then they made a creaking sound. He would have to get use to that, but he worried for his bottom's safety none the less.
When Gill pulled out and set up his laptop and tablet, he reached for his pen. Once in his paw, he gripped- then snap! The large fatty paw broke the instrument in to two pieces. Gill looked in horror at the destruction his paws created. Then horror became utter terror. The fact stood. His paws destroyed whatever sensitive instruments it held. The delicate art of sketching no longer laid in his over-bearing grasp.
As his food arrived, Gill the panda understood what he had to do next. He had to find a way to draw again.