No Shortcuts
No Shortcuts Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Animorph59
A deep and resounding silence filled the apartment, from the clean kitchenette tucked behind an island counter to the spotless living room full of tan furniture tinged slightly blue as the winter sunlight tried to penetrate the barriers of the venetian blinds, to the narrow hall leading to the bedrooms. The only sound in the apartment came from the two sets of lungs breathing in and out in a deep slumber in the same room. While the apartment had two bedrooms, one was being repaired as a fixer upper by the management, leaving the newest roommate to sleep on a sleeping bag in the main bedroom.
Sprawled out on the large king sized bed was a twenty three year old named Loche. His tawny golden brown hair hung around his face in a shaggy mane and the bed sagged slightly under his massive body. Loche had been working out for many years and boasted a body so full of muscle he was nearly three hundred pounds. His chest rose and fell several inches at a time, the large behemoth seeming quite content to be deep asleep. The only downside was that during the night the blanket had ridden up, exposing his size fourteen feet to the air. His toes wriggled a bit in his sleep.
Near by, on the floor, the other occupant to the apartment slumbered and dreamed in his turquoise sleeping bag. David was quite the contrast to Loche. He was only five foot eight, a sparse one hundred and thirty pounds. David was only nineteen, struggling to find his place in the world in a tough economy. Loche had never expected to have a roommate but David had been so damn polite, convincing and innocent that Loche had accepted him... and put him to work. David eagerly did every chore and fulfilled every request that was made of him. He was just glad to have a place to call home.
All in all, it was a pretty good system for Loche... He'd been rethinking his life a lot lately, about how hard he had been working at everything. A great sense of melancholy had been growing whenever he spent long hours doing something he didn't particularly want to do. David had been a great help relieving some of that pressure and the apartment had never looked cleaner, though many of the neighbors considered the two an odd pair with such a massive size difference, but David had always been so nice that they were rather pleased and hoped the young man would rub off on Loche. So far that had not been the case.
As lovely as the peace and quiet had been, it came to an abrupt end when a loud thumping came from the door. David let out a yelp of shock as he was tugged from unconsciousness into the waking world. Loche gave out a soft groan and swatted his hand at reality, trying to chase it away. David stood up and pulled on an over-long t-shirt to cover his thin torso, a smile crossing his face. He wasn't just a morning person; he was an any time person. David moved over to the door and eased it open before turning back.
"Don't worry, I'll get it." He assured Loche. Loche sighed with relief and pulled a spare pillow over his face to block out the day. David padded along the hallway out to the front room, his feet sinking into the soft fabric. He turned and reached to open the door. As the door swung open, the figure on the other side came into sight... taking up almost all of the door frame. The visitor was Dray, one of Loche's gym partners. Dray was the oldest of the three at twenty six and he stood at six foot four. Dray's black hair was buzzed short, though his cheeks showed off an eight or nine o'clock shadow already. In college he'd been an assistant trainer and he'd spent a lot of time with Loche. Even when they graduated, that hadn't changed.
"Loche isn't up yet, but you're welcome to come wait inside. Can I offer you anything? Eggs, sausage, tea, milk, coffee?" David asked, as polite as ever, especially since he had to crane his neck up to look the large man in the eye. Dray chuckled.
"I'm alright for now. How have you been? How is the room coming? Still sleeping on Loche's floor?" Dray asked.
"I'm alright. The manager said there's some structural work he has to check in the room so yeah, I'm still on the floor, but it's alright." David smiled.
"If Loche was a real gentleman he'd let you sleep on the bed." Dray commented idly. David looked shocked.
"I'd never make him give up his bed!" David said. Dray shook his head. He hadn't meant for Loche to give it up either, but he was biased. If anything he was envious of David, he'd had a crush on Loche for a few years and the idea of being able to be that close to him... Dray shook the thought out of his head as he heard the bedroom door ease open. He looked up in time to see Loche wander sleepy eyed from the bedroom to the bathroom, wearing only tight underwear with a thick bulge in the front. Dray quickly sat down on the couch to hide his growing bulge.
"Beoutinaminute..." Loche slurred from the bathroom door before they both could hear the shower turn on. Dray sniffed the air.
"I bet I woke you up too, but why do I smell maritime spirit cologne?" Dray asked.
"Well... I made sure to wash really good before bed so I could wake up clean and fresh for the day and it just happened to save me a lot of time before our workout session. I'm really pumped for it!" David grinned. Dray gave him a false reassuring smile. Some people took to workouts, some people didn't. David had gotten stronger from going to the gym with them, but he hadn't added any mass... He'd just become a faster, more agile little ball of energy. Still, Dray would never discourage him. The door to the bathroom opened and Loche wandered out in old clothes he'd thrown into the hamper, a pale bronze colored wife beater shirt and baggy black shorts. He moved over to pull on his sneakers, yawning.
"Some people give more of a commitment to their workout." Dray smirked.
"Some people have too much time on their hands." Loche muttered in turn. He loved hanging out with Dray but he was afraid that if he stopped going to the gym, he might not see him anymore... He had a lot to think about.
"Well, let's go! I'll get us some drinks on the way if anyone wants, or when we're there." David smiled, grabbing his keys before darting out of the door. Dray slung an arm around Loche and escorted him out of the apartment, the door easing shut behind them and locking with a click.
****
After a morning of near silence, the gym was a harsh contrast with the buzzing of stationary bicycles, the clank of weights, the whoosh of stair climbers and the constant chatter of a dozen sports channels being piped through the countless televisions set up around the place. There was even a vague mad buzzing of industrial techno drifting from speaker to speaker. Two hours of workout had already passed and Loche was fed up already. He walked down the aisles, an orange towel wrapped around his neck to soak up the sweat sopping from him, but it was far from enough. His hair was dripping wet, his shirt was soaked, even his shorts were glistening. Loche needed refreshments and fast.
The dishwater blond moved through the rows of equipment, passing David hanging from one of the machines like a limp noodle and then past Dray who was bench pressing quite an impressive amount, but Loche could care less. He was tired of the jug heads that made the gym their home... He was done with the gym. Loche just wanted to be lazy, to live life, to pursue what he enjoyed most. His resolution made, he resolved to rehydrate, cool down and ease out the last of their time there. There was no need to burn himself out the last day.
Loche moved through the doorway toward the back section of the gym in hopes to hide from obligation, pausing as an air circulator blasted cool air across him. At once his hair seemed to dry up a bit, though his shoes were still unpleasantly moist... but as Loche cooled off, he heard a strange noise... A blender. Loche opened his eyes, turning. The gym had extra rooms built in the design, usually used as storage or as a meeting room but it seemed that one had been retrofitted into a juice bar of sorts.
Having nothing better to do, Loche moved into the new juice bar, looking around curiously. There were tables, stools, booths, blenders, racks of ingredients... And behind the counter was a young man. He looked like he was only twenty but he had a full bushy reddish beard that obscured his cheeks and hung over his upper lip. The red hair on his head was tied back into a short pony tail and kept out of the way. Loche was baffled as it certainly didn't seem to match normal sanitation practices, but it certainly seemed to fit the earthy hippy green appeal most juice bars drew in. The young man looked up, his eyes looking directly to Loche, so deeply that they seemed to dive right in.
"Welcome to Nature Nirvana. Looking for a slice of heaven?" The man asked. Loche was stunned speechless and he didn't know why. All he wanted to do was keep gazing into those eyes. He gave a dull nod, barely remembering the question.
"You new here?" Loche asked. The man chuckled.
"We just opened, I was able to persuade the gym's owner to give me a chance and it seems to be paying off. I'm Sage." The man smiled before offering his hand across the bar. Loche was nearly tripping over himself to meet it with his, shaking it tightly.
"Nice to meet you Sage..." Loche said before he fell back into himself, standing back, puffing up a bit more masculine, "It looks nice, though you don't have a lot of business." He commented. Sage smirked, leaning onto the bar.
"That's okay, I get enough to get by... by giving people exactly what they want." Sage said. Loche looked surprised by the offer and turned back to face Sage, going still again when he saw those green eyes...
"What do I want?" Loche said, though the words weren't his own. They had simply appeared in his head.
"You want to give up all this gym life, you want to be lazy, you want to relax, you want to be wild and prideful... You want to be the king of your domain, you want to be respected, you want to be big and proud, but in a way you've never felt before... That feeling when you look at how happy big guys are and they don't have to work for it, when they're so much more meat than muscle... with rotund bellies... You want that... You want to be all man with no effort put into it..." Sage whispered, the lights in the juice bar seeming to flicker a bit.
It felt as if the red headed man was getting right into Loche's mind, stirring around in his soul, getting into his very being... But like so many other things, keeping the thoughts out were only more work... He let Sage into his mind to have his way with it, moaning happily. Sage grinned wide at that before he moved, starting to gather ingredients and mix things together. His hands were so fast they were practically a blur, the man moving every which way, a claw earring swinging from one of his ears as he worked.
After some time, Loche finally snapped back to attention when the blender roared to life before him. He looked around, almost confused where he was but soon he was watching a thick golden honey colored liquid pouring into a water bottle, swishing around the interior, smelling like prairie grass on a summer's day with a strong hint of musk. Sage screwed the lid onto the top and slid it over to Loche. Loche wrapped his fingers around the thick bottle, hoisting it to his lips before pausing half way.
"What do I owe you?" he asked softly.
"Nothing... The first one's on the house." Sage said happily. Loche smiled, the critical and suspicious voice in his mind strangely dormant. He slipped his lips around the straw and drew in... and in moments the most heavenly taste was spreading across his lips. He sucked and sucked and sucked... taking deep gulps of the stuff and it seemed to fill his stomach with such intense contentment. Soon his body was buzzing in pleasure and heat... though something else was happening at the same time. Loche's body was starting to grow as well.
Wrapping a second hand around the water bottle for good measure, Loche slumped down onto one of the stools. While Loche had been hot before, his temperature was jumping up. He resumed sweating, the liquid collecting most under his arms, across his chest and in his shoes. His metabolism was becoming super charged, but more than that it was becoming harder for his body to shed the heat. The invisible hairs across the athlete's arms were getting darker, growing in softer and longer, then new hairs were sprouting out. The skin of his arms was slowly disappearing under the cover of the growing fur, fur that was spreading over his legs as well. The stubble on his face was pushing out as well, growing darker around the jaw line and on his hair, lighter around his upper lip and down his neck.
Loche brought his head off of the straw to take a breath and let out a deep roar of pleasure instead, and as he did so his change accelerated. His ears grew rounder; his jaw ached and started pushing forward a little, his nose widened... But more than anything, his feet were aching. Loche's shoes groaned under the pressure they were put under. Thick meaty furry ankles stuck out of his sneakers, the rubber and leather pushed to the brim... but Loche was insatiable. He craved that sweet nectar. He unscrewed the lid and tipped the container back, getting the strong juice to pour into his mouth. His tongue grew rough in his mouth; his teeth glistened as they stretched into fangs. His upper lip split and his nose grew decidedly more feline... just as the golden stubble on his face spread like wildfire.
The fur that had started as just a bit of manly definition was spreading into a true coat. It swept around Loche's eyes and across his nose, moving up to his hairline. Even his ears had grown fuzzy. Sage watched in glee as Loche's manhood died away, replaced with the lovely prowess of a Lion. Loche's beard pushed out into a soft brown mane as his ears grew even larger. His cheeks quirked as new whiskers grew in and spread out past his cheek. His fingernails grew black as they clutched the bottle. Not only was Loche drinking from the bottle, but his long rough tongue was delving into the bottle, slurping around to collect more. His fingernails were even stretching, curving and pushing into points, becoming true claws.
"Want another?" Sage asked. Loche grunted, nodding. Sage smirked, "It could be high in calories..." Sage added. Loche still fumbled for his wallet, his claws slicing into his shorts before he pulled out a wad of cash and tossed it. Sage served up another water bottle full of nirvana and Loche went at it, guzzling it down. His shoes contorted and the seams started to pop, though the loudest sounds came as his claws pushed through the front of the shoes like hard black studs. Though his shoes looked ready to explode, it was his shirt that seemed to be straining the most.
As Loche laid into the second batch of the liquid, the calories really seemed to be hitting him hard. Each swallow seemed to be converted into fat somewhere right on his body. His washboard abs disappeared as flesh flooded around and across them. His furry stomach was starting to bloat and round. The muscles on his arms grew thicker with fat, his wife beater rising up as his fuzzy belly pushed outward, gaining pound after pound. Loche managed to pull out even more money, throwing it at Sage, grunting heavily. Even his hands had grown fatter, one fuzzy golden paw wrapping all the way around the bottle. It freed the other to reach down and start lewdly groping at his shorts, claws catching in the material as even his manhood started to grow fat and thick in his pants.
Sage smiled, coming around the bar to hand Loche yet another of the potent drinks. All around the juice shop there were pulsing symbols, very faint... Runes, script, pentagrams, all performing their duties. Reality itself was changing around Loche... and all the while the growing lion sipped and slurped at his drink, some dribbling down the fur on his chin as his pectorals sagged and grew thick with fat... Loche had gained almost a hundred pounds of just fat, not counting the fact that his ribs were pushing outward slightly... but beneath his lion's fur he still seemed all man... and he was exuding masculine energy. Sage gazed at his creation with great desire as he watched him polish off a third shake... Then Sage looked down at the shoes that had not yet burst, imagining just how ripe they had to be.
Loche reached up with one of his clawed fingers and drew it down, slicing through the wife beater. It snapped like a broken rubber band, revealing his fuzzy body. His formerly baggy shorts were incredibly tight, a wet spot forming as his fat log of a cock leaked from inside its furry sheath. His fuzzy lion balls nearly hung out as well... but Loche didn't care. His belly was practically as large as David was and his mane was growing out inch by inch... the base of it was already sliding down over his chest. Loche reached up to stroke the mane, admiring its dark brown length...
The last traces of the change in Loche's face were settling in. His upper lip was certainly split, the two portions melded to his feline nose, the length of the nose an even angle up to his fuzzy brow. His face had pushed forward into a blunt muzzle and his eyes were intense and sparkling. His teeth were sharp and yellowed, his tongue was wide... Loche was a complete beast... completely lazy, completely focused on comfort. Exactly as he had wanted to be. Loche set his empty water bottle to the side before leaning back, licking his chops as Sage watched him.
"Do you have friends around here?" Sage asked after a moment. Loche gave a dull nod. Sage moved back behind the counter, looking at his ingredients before turning back to Loche, "Tell me about them... What do THEY want in life?" Sage asked, his bearded face wide in a grin.
****
Dray watched a simulated beachside stream past him as his feet pounded on the treadmill, his body easing down after a long day of working out. He never considered treadmills good enough for an actual program, but as a cool off they were great... and he'd always loved the seaside. His well toned skin was a good testament to that, and his large mass of muscles had gotten him ogled quite a few times, though less often by the boys than he'd wanted, and less often by the specific boy he wanted. Dray blushed just thinking about it, though as he did... something strange was happening in his mind.
Instead of the super fit blond boy he had always known Loche to be, he was picturing Loche as a huge bellied, super fuzzy massive lion... He remembered him when he was younger and his mane and belly were smaller, and then now at the peak of his size... His huge paws, his tail with the fluff ball on the end, the huge tongue... God how Dray wanted that tongue... And he'd never been into any other big guys, but Loche pulled it off so well... Loche was the epitome of everything bad to Dray, the bad boy that never worked out, that huge belly. It'd been hard for Dray not to just give up his own workouts and slob out with Loche, but he knew even if he did that that the lion was oblivious to his love.
"Hey Dray, I brought you something." Came the deep growling voice of Loche. Dray nearly fell off the treadmill, though he grinned wide, turning to see Loche with a rather large teal plastic bottle.
"For me? What is it?" Dray asked.
"It's called a sea breeze, it's a protein shake from the juice bar here." Loche said.
"We have a juice bar?" Dray seemed surprised.
"Why else would I bother coming here?" Loche chuckled. Dray shrugged, admitting defeat before he turned off the treadmill and stepped off of it, accepting the drink. He brought the straw to his mouth and took a swig... and then his eyes fluttered shut. The drink was so crisp and cool like the ocean itself, it made him feel like he was swimming. Dray took another swig and it gushed down into his stomach, feeling so fluid and natural... In fact, Dray's entire body felt so cool, so sleek, like he'd climbed out of a shower and was hit by the coolness... Dray took his time drinking, each swig bringing him such relief, but Loche was not wasting time. He moved around behind Dray, reaching up to bring his fuzzy paws to the large man's shoulders, starting to massage.
Dray moaned in delight and surprise, blushing furiously as his crush started to massage him, but he'd never felt so good in his life. Dray hadn't even realized how tight his muscles had been, but as Loche worked on them, they were relaxing at once... and they were growing. Dray's muscles creaked and groaned as his shoulders widened, his arms lengthened, his back stretched. Every muscle Dray had was getting thicker and tighter, but more than that, Dray was changing more profoundly. The skin beneath Loche's fingers was getting thicker and stiffer, becoming a sort of hide that felt like rubber or spandex... and it was becoming darker as well.
At first it appeared like Dray had gotten a rather intense tan, but he skipped right over brown and soon black pigment was spreading across his back and shoulders. His hair disappeared against the dark skin, then disappeared completely as his skin became perfectly smooth. Dray kept drinking, though his face was shifting and growing... As Loche massaged him, Dray's nose swelled, his upper lip swelled, even his cheeks rounded. Dray's entire head grew rounder and rounder until his nose and upper lip fused, becoming a smooth, even, round muzzle of sorts. It seemed almost funny for such a large mouth to be sucking on such a small straw, and with the increased size of his head, Dray's neck had gotten much thicker and wider with muscle just to support it.
Every contour of Dray's body seemed magnified, sleeker and more streamlined than ever before. Every inch of body hair seemed to be gone, leaving in its place the amazing skin... Though it was far from an even tone. While most of Dray had turned pitch black during the change, his chin and throat and chest had all but lost every bit of pigment. The skin had faded well past pink, turning as white as a cloud. His well defined abs seemed like hard scoops of vanilla ice cream and his pecs were like perfectly sculpted marble. Before long Dray had finished off his shake, though he was far from done changing.
Loche moved around in front of Dray, gazing into the dazed eyes of his friend. Dray suddenly moaned and doubled forward, landing in Loche's fuzzy, strong arms. Dray melted into his dream position, so focused on that that he didn't feel the pain of his tailbone pushing out and stretching his black rubbery skin into a point, then longer as he grew in a thick powerful tail above his ass, forcing his shorts to ride so low that his pucker was visible. There was more movement on the back of his head as a short triangular protrusion pushed out, seemingly made of cartilage.
As Dray managed to get a hold of himself, he looked up at Loche with soft, deep, soulful blue eyes... Years of pent up crush and love. He looked so adorable and helpless... with a strange edge of knowing he was truly a nice cut of meat. Loche chuckled at that before he leaned down and pressed his fuzzy lips to the sleek rubbery maw of Dray. Dray melted into the kiss, his eyes slipping shut, finally getting exactly what he had wanted all those years... And all around them, the exercising masses at the gym started to remember that Dray had always been a killer whale, a sleek orca that put all of their muscles to shame...
"I'm still glad you came today, I never get enough of that fat lion belly." Dray whispered.
"What can I say; I'm the king of the kitchen." Loche smirked.
"You know how you'd really prove yourself to be a king?" Dray asked.
"How?" Loche murmured.
"Let's get ourselves a servant... a harem... a pet..." Dray grunted.
"A pet?" Loche asked in surprise.
"David... He'd do anything for us..." Dray whispered.
"Even take both our cocks at once?" Loche licked his lips.
"Or even more if he could..." Dray moaned.
"Good thing I brought him a present..." Loche said, glancing around.
"Let's go give it to him." Dray said before all but dragging Loche off.
****
David panted and groaned, cycling away, his hips swaying and his butt up in the air a bit. He aspired to be healthier than he was; he aspired to be better... But truth be told, he hated any exercise that wasn't swimming or sports. It just seemed more natural to get exercise from activities that were fun, life in general should be fun and playful, but sitting around the gym was anything but that. David was nearly groaning constantly, wanting time to pass quicker. Every time he looked at the clock it seemed almost longer until it was time to go. David was a tortured soul, at least until something brushed up against his butt and nearly knocked him off the bike. David scrambled to hold on, letting out a yelp.
"What in the world?" He muttered, looking over to see Loche and Dray... and all was forgiven. He came to a quick stop before spinning around to face them, glad for anything to interrupt the workout. Before David could respond, he had a drink shoved into his hands.
"We thought you'd be thirsty... And we were thinking about a lot of things, like how we could modify our habits, try other things for recreation." Loche said.
"Or in addition to." Dray added. He still wasn't sure about giving up the gym. David moved to take a sip but the sudden smell overwhelmed him and he pulled his head away, his nose wrinkling up.
"What is it? It smells like fish and nuts and socks..." David said, sticking his tongue out.
"It's a health drink, all kinds of vitamin E and protein... C'mon, it's great." Loche said, licking his muzzle.
"You might be some pretty wild animals, but I'm just a human. I can't tolerate all the stuff you can." David said, moving to set the drink aside but Dray moved his hand to block David. Dray put on his sweetest smile on his big orca lips.
"The juice guy said it's perfect for you, you'll love it... Just a sip? Please? Then we can go" Dray pleaded. David had never been accustomed to turning people down, he always wanted to help them out and make them happy, but he really didn't ant to try the drink. The least he could do was make it look as though he had to be polite. David gave a nod, wrapped his lips around the straw and drew the contents up toward his mouth, though he stopped before it reached his lips and let it drop back down. He coughed a bit and sputtered by the smell before he smiled.
"So where are we going?" David asked, hopping off of the bicycle. Dray and Loche exchanged a look before they each slung an arm around the young man's back, guiding him through the gym towards one of the unused storage rooms.
"They set up a new recreation area; Frisbee, indoor golf, all sorts of things." Loche said. David grinned wide.
"Sounds fantastic!" He exclaimed. Dray moved up ahead.
"It is." He said, opening the door. David all but skipped into the room, moving in a few feet before he stopped, looking around. It was a storage room full of boxes and chairs... He turned around in time to see Loche and Dray shut the door before locking it. David shrunk back a little, confused and worried.
"What's going on guys?" David asked, backing up.
"We know you didn't drink any..." Loche said.
"All we asked was one sip." Dray added.
"I didn't want to be rude, but it smelled awful... I don't want it." David said.
"But don't you want to feel good? To become your true self? Come on David, be a nice guy... You're making me so sad." Loche said. David's heart ached.
"It's just a drink, why are you sad?" David whispered, feeling awful.
"I thought it could be a bonding experience for us, health drinks to bring us closer together." Loche explained.
"If... I try just one sip of this; can I try a different kind next time?" David asked. Loche and Dray looked at each other before Dray nodded.
"Sure, whatever you want next time." Dray smiled, bringing the drink up. David once more wrapped his fingers reservedly around the cup, bringing the straw to his lips before he took a suck on the straw, then another. The liquid worked up and up... and then a drop spilled across his tongue.
The flavor of fish and oil and seaweed exploded in his mouth. It was so strong, so wrong, so nasty and so good... And so slick. David was surprised, but he had to have another sip to be sure of it. He took another draw off the straw, considered the flavor, then took another to make sure he hadn't made a mistake in his observations. It was very slow compared to how the others had gone at it, but the changes were already starting to set in. A natural oil had started to seep out into David's hair, making it look slick and feathered, practically water proof. His cheeks had tingled as well as pale invisible whiskers pushed out of his face... and still he sucked, nursing away on the bottle, his body changing faster and faster.
Loche and Dray advanced, reaching to start to massage the nineteen year old. David was already dreaming of swimming and eating sea food... Sushi, raw fish... urchin, anemone, oysters... lots and lots of oysters... David kept drinking, adjusting his hand on the bottle... but then he stopped. His lips popped off of the bottle as he turned, realizing that something was going on with him, something terribly wrong. He lifted up his hand, examining how the flesh between the fingers had grown into a sort of web and his boy hair was thicker than ever, shining under the light.
"What the hell?!" David exclaimed, cursing for the first time in years. He turned to face his friends, only to realize that they were in various stages of undress. Loche had withdrawn his furry sheath and his fingers were already probing its depths for his hard, drooling shaft. Dray, meanwhile, had his massive hands coiled around the shiny black python the orca called a cock and was stroking away. David drooled as he smelled the manly musk, his whiskers twitching as he imagined wrapping his webbed hands around the meat, but he shoved those thoughts out of his mind.
"Something's wrong, you guys have to see that... You've changed, you aren't usually this lewd, it's... It has to be the juice, right?" David asked frantically.
"What's changed is that I want to give into my desires, to see my life exactly as I see fit... All this time you've been sleeping on the floor next to me when I really wanted you sleeping, impaled on my shaft." Loche said.
"All this time I was afraid to tell Loche how I felt too, but look at how free we are now." Dray said, moving over to the lion. The two gigantic individuals leaned in close, their muzzles tilting; lips sliding along one another before massive tongues emerged, wrestling in a loud and lascivious kiss. They turned, pressing their bodies more together, their hard veined cocks rubbing. David let out a moan before he covered his lips with his hand. Loche chuckled before he turned to advance.
"See, you want it too... You want our cocks buried in you." Loche whispered.
"No, just let me go, please, I... please." David said.
"Just another sip... then we'll consider it." Dray said, picking up the drink. David whimpered before he ran for it. Loche picked him off his feet like a football, moving to sit down, holding the human in his lap. Dray brought the water bottle in, forcing the stray into David's maw before tipping it back. David tried to keep his lips closed, then his throat, but it just didn't work. The fishy juice rushed into his mouth, the flavor so intense on his tongue, but still he fought it. David filled his mind with all the least seductive things he could contemplate but it was a losing battle. Already he was imagining his friends filling him from both ends and before long he had to swallow it... and then he relaxed all over, feeling more and more content. Soon he was guzzling and slurping it down like a pet in a cage.
Loche held David tight, running clawed paws all over him. David's webbed hands reached up to hold the bottle in place so there was no waiver, his chin and throat bobbing as he took constant small gulps down. The hair across his arms and legs continued to get longer and softer and the flesh on David's nose started to change as well, growing black and soft, the nostrils slipping up. The ugly pointed human nose swelled up into an adorable black rubbery nose. David's lips turned black and grew thin, even his ears shrunk... if anything, his entire body seemed to be growing lighter.
Loche watched as David's body grew furrier by the second and continued to grow smaller. His bones compacted, his joints shrunk, even his ears became smaller. Before long they were but small triangles sticking out from his skull. Loche maneuvered his claws around to cut into David's shirt and pants, splitting the fabric apart. Even David's lithe body still seemed masculine as it was revealed, thick patches of oily fur exposed. As the shorts were pulled back, David's lively cock sprang into view, throbbing and dripping already. Dray reached in to wrap his fingers around the member, starting to stroke it back and forth with great delight as his own memories started to change.
David tried to fight even that, but soon all three men remembered a very different kind of David, one that had always been so playful, so energetic, and so naked. He loved being naked and running around, playing, snacking constantly, his whiskers and button nose so adorable. A sudden loud noise came from the bottle as David finished it off. He whimpered in sadness as it was taken away, craving more stinky scents and fishy oil to eat, but it seemed that meal time was over... though, as he sniffed the air, a particularly strong scent caught his nose. It was the scent of sweat and musk, of exercise and man...
David hopped off of Loche's lap, his face popping and stretching into a muzzle as his stubble pushed out as soft caramel brown fur, fur that already swept up around his eyes and across his forehead, sweeping down his nose and completing his muzzle. His legs were fuzzy, his ass was fuzzy, his balls were fuzzy, and still more was changing by the moment. More than all of that though, David had to have the stink. His eyes eventually moved to Loche's swollen shoes and then he sprang. The young man was barely five feet tall now, attacking the lion's sneakers with furry paws. He wrestled and tugged in an adorable way before the shoe all but exploded in his hands, falling apart into strips of rubber and leather.
David shook his head, startled by the shoe collapse but his deep dark eyes sparkled when he saw that his prize had been revealed, the huge sweaty stinky socks wrapped around the large paw of a lazy lion. He licked his lips before he lunged, grabbing a socked foot. Soon the changing otter boy was rubbing his face all over the foot, sniffing and licking at the fabric, nuzzling it. He started to use his hands to tug and toy with the sock, stretching it before it popped off. Dray watched in awe, it was like watching an exhibit at the aquarium. Having revealed the paw beneath, David wasted no time before sliding his nose between each toe. Then his maw opened up and he started to lick into the fur, tasting the stink. He had fought the change at first, but now he was in a sexual frenzy. He licked between every toe, slurping on the fur, licking the paw pads before his small mouth made a perfect O shape and slipped over a toe. He sucked away like it was a lollipop.
Dray grunted hard. Seeing his little friend be such a paw slut always turned him on so much that he couldn't resist it. The orca surged forward, huge hands grabbing David by the ass. Even as the otter's back half was lifted up, he clung to Loche and sucked away, his hands reaching to free the other paw of its sock. Dray brought the head of his massive cock to the otter's ass, sliding the cheeks apart and teasing the pucker before he shoved in. David howled out around Loche's foot, panting and grinding as he was stretched, but it wasn't anything new with those two for friends... as far as David remembered. As Dray pushed in and out, deeper and faster, it seemed that he was displacing something. At first it seemed like a small lump just above where his cock was sliding in, but before long the lump was swelling several inches at a time.
David's tailbone was pushing out, growing thicker, stretching into a thick triangle of brown fur. The writhing mass flipped one way and then the other, almost like the tail of a happy dog. Dray pushed it out of the way, but in minutes it was already over a foot tall, a quarter of the otter's body size. David howled out as Dray's cock slammed into his prostate, doubling the amount of pleasure he was feeling, but David craved the huge paws before him just as much. His shaft dangled underneath him, drizzling pre onto the ground. As much as David was enjoying himself though, a deeper change was sinking into him. He knew that he was giving Dray pleasure and he was pretty sure that he was pleasing Loche... and soon that was all that mattered. He didn't care about himself, he didn't think about himself. All he thought or cared about was pleasing his two men, and he did that to the best of his ability.
With every change that took root in the young men, their memories were altered by the spell. Loche knew that David had always been a slut, both to his paws and his cock. Without asking, without warning he reached to rub the fuzzy face of the otter and pull him off of his feet, guiding the blunt muzzle toward his shaft. David opened wide just before the lion cock was jammed in deep. He started sucking and slurping at once without hesitation. Slowly Loche got up, changing his position, trying to balance Dray's.
Scrambling to please his masters, David moved until he was held up by all fours, his long tail bent so it rested along his back. Loche and Dray had moved to spit roast the otter, filling him from both ends, sliding back and forth at perfect opportunities. Two huge cocks filled the otter from both ends. In David's mind he imagined that they would both meet in his stomach and fill him from both ends, as long as the others would have liked that. He lived to please after all.
While the males had been rather zealous, the last of David's changes were taking place. The last bits of fur covered the small of his back and his ankles, his feet had changed... All in all, he was a fuzzy adorable river otter mounted between a maned lion and a black and white killer whale. The two huge behemoths moved back and forth causing David to slam into one and then the other, the perfect living sex toy... a toy that was still eager to please as much as he could.
Loche moaned as he felt webbed hands starting to massage his huge belly. He knew David cared, but he was always glad when the otter found new ways to express it. The other fascinating quality of the new position was the only thing holding the otter up was the cock in his mouth. Gravity pulled him downwards and Loche moved to accommodate. The sudden tilt to the angle gave Dray even more momentum and he slammed in like never before... though he nearly jumped with a webbed foot started massaging his sack.
Dray moaned, drool leaking out of his wide lips as he looked down at David, watching the otter squirm. It was far too good to be true, but it was. The spell had made it so... and it was enacting its final changes. In the midst of their sex, in the midst of their passion, their bodies were refining just a bit more. Loche's jaw popped and stretched wider, his neck thick enough to get stuck in the middle of a tire. His belly gurgled and grew slightly, then more, rounding like a beach ball. Dray's body seemed to get more cut, his pecs and abs pushing out even more, his fins extending, his hands bulging... and David shrunk even more, adorably small as he dropped below five feet tall. The amount of body heat all three men put out was immense, the temperature in the room climbing. They all were sweating before too long, panting and moving... but to the larger men, it just seemed like another day at the office.
"With the amount we have sex; you'd think I would have dropped a few pounds." Loche chuckled. Dray shook his head.
"You need to eat less to do that... It takes a lot of work to be as cut as me." Dray boasted. Loche smirked.
"Well you haven't been using David enough, have you? He'll do anything... Bring you any meal, any drink, do any chore." Loche explained, reaching to rub the otter's head.
"I use him plenty, but usually for blow jobs and massages... I don't want to use him all up, he's far too adorable." Dray explained.
"I don't think he minds... He's our pet after all." Loche grinned.
"That was a... a stroke of... genius. Oh god, I'm going to cum." Dray moaned, thrusting even harder, slamming into David and flopping him around like a rag doll.
"Me too, I'm so close, I can't hold back!" Loche roared, his voice shaking the walls. Hearing how close his masters were, David did what any good sex slave would do and started to convulse the muscles in his throat and ass. All over their shafts his body was pulsing, massaging, teasing and milking them.
Dray gave one last powerful thrust into otter's ass, holding in as deep as he could before his balls tugged up and his cock unleashed its powerful flow. David felt the hot rush of semen fill his ass, warming his lower body. His lips quirked and he bobbed his face frantically across Loche's shaft so they could cum at the same time. Loche tipped his head towards the ceiling and let out another roar as he came, his shaft stuffed deep down David's throat. The sperm flowed right into his stomach, pooling up fast.
Feeling that both men had cum in unison, David's small body spasmed and shook before a thick jet of hot sperm sprayed across the cement floor with a loud splattering noise. The two huge men were starting to go weak in the knees and lowered down, moving to pull out of David as they reclined. The otter whimpered as the thick orca cock popped out of his ass and even more when the lion shaft was removed from his maw, but he still had many ways he could please them. David nearly bounced around before he started licking and slurping Loche's cock clean. He collected every drop of sperm before he moved to do the same for Dray. Dray moaned, feeling the small mouth sop up his seed. He reached to stroke the young man's head. When both had been cleaned, Dray moved to sit down next to Loche, both men putting their backs against the wall. They leaned into one another, panting in post orgasmic bliss. David circled before he all but threw himself into their laps, landing in a heap, snuggling into their stomachs with his face and paws. Both men stroked his fur, their eyes fluttering shut.
"Whoever said there are no shortcuts in life had to be insane." Loche murmured.
"I think the saying is there are no shortcuts, only trade offs... and we traded in for a much more exciting, happy life." Dray smiled.
"I can't even remember when life wasn't this good." Loche whispered.
"Well, before David moved in." Dray commented. Loche nodded.
"That's true..." Loche grinned, "David, did you enjoy my feet today?" he asked. The sleepy otter lifted up his head and nodded eagerly.
"Oh yes, yes I did... And I promise I'll keep your feet warm all night as well even when they stick out of your covers." David said.
"That's just cause you had to spend all that time not worshipping his feet before we realized how much better our lives could be if we let you indulge us." Dray grinned.
"You have me there master." David said happily. Dray still felt a little strange being called a master. Loche, however, had no problem with it. He was a king after all.
"We should probably get ready to go." Loche muttered, yawning. The three reluctantly got up and stretched, gathering what little remained of their outfits. David rushed forward to open the door for his masters and the orca and the lion emerged. They passed by the door to Nature Nirvana and Loche gave a wave to Sage inside. The bearded man behind the bar grinned wide and waved back, polishing one of the three new glass spheres on his counter, each full of swirling light almost like a lava lamp...
"Sorry about the wait." Sage said, turning to the new customers sitting at the bar, "What can I do for you?" he asked with a wide grin.