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Disclaimer - There are some lines that should be carefully considered before crossing. Take the "you must be this tall to ride" principal, and let's apply it to writing. Now change the metric of height to the ability to appreciate erotic transformation stories filled with bulging muscles, animal physiology, and kinks that could make the devil himself blush. If you find that you measure yourself above this line, then proceed by all means, but if you don't, than I'm afraid this ride is simply not for you. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please to not read if it would be unlawful for you to do so.)

Life in Black and White

It was an odd phenomenon, going from the rigorous scheduled interaction of school to the oddly empty land of adult life. Two years ago, Ivy had a large group of friends. She joined the cheer-leading squad, and had made decent grades, having good rapport with almost every teacher in the school. Now she assembled bicycles for a department store, barely knew her co-workers, and met up with her few friends that hadn't moved away from their little slice of suburbia only about twice a month or so.

She'd tried a few blind dates, but the handful of people she met were all so boring, complaining about their daily lives . . . just like she did. It would be nice to meet someone who was interconnected with a new and exciting group, who actually spent their time working towards something other than just one night stands and alcohol. The mystique of booze wore off quickly when it seemed to become more and more necessary to socially interact with anyone on any level. It was hard to imagine a gathering in which people could simply show up and congregate without the promise of drinks to make the stunted conversation flow.

Honestly, it had been a pretty good thing being a cheer-leader. Everyone had known her, and likewise, she knew most everyone. Now it was just a strange awkward tangle of tangential relations that often made it hard to tell why either party was actually there. There was one salvation though: the gym. She had never really been into sports per say, but cheer-leading had kept her in great shape. After a year of generally loafing about, Ivy had gotten a membership at a old local twenty four hour gym. It used to be some other kind of building and still had a crumbly brick facade, looking like it was built sometime in the 1930s.

There was only one old guy who ran the place, and a younger man who took the night shift. She never really saw anyone around to clean up the floors, but it stayed pretty tidy, and it was very affordable. They had all kinds of exercise equipment, even if it was somewhat well used and often slightly oddly designed. It seems they had all been bought in the fledgling ergonomical era of the 60s, and the benches were all slightly tilted with an empty slit in the middle between your shoulders. Some of the other machines seemed to be made for people much too wide to be practical, but at least they all worked to some degree.

While she was so used to practicing in a group, the gym was a strangely solitary place, and it seemed like Ivy was one of the only girls to come in there between the hours of six and nine PM. She wore her ratty old Clydesdale High tee-shirts while she used the machines, and some of the guys had started poking fun at her for it. She always tried to ignore them, but it wasn't hard to see them pointing and snickering as she did her old warm-ups, carefully limbering up. One of them was even kind of familiar, like someone who had been an upperclassman when she was a freshman. She thought his name might be Dale? But she certainly didn't have any reason to actually talk to him considering the company he kept. He always wore a headband when he worked out, and he never had in school. It made him look like some relic from the eighties. Sometimes Ivy used a few of the machines, but really, she didn't see weight training as anything other than a way to keep all of her limbs in use. Some of the words that she'd heard the gaggle of muscle-heads throw around behind her back involved blond, clueless, and_princess._

If this were back in the day, her friends would have stood up for her. Heck, she would have stood up for herself knowing that she had other people to back her up. But here, Ivy just kept stubbornly doing her own exercises. She didn't care enough about the guys to really do anything about it, and it wasn't like they were threatening her or anything. They were just a bunch of muscle-bound assholes who wanted to feel better about themselves.

It was on this particular day that Ivy finished her workout unusually late. She had been "asked" if she could stay to work overtime. What they meant by that was of course that she had to, and wouldn't really make any overtime pay. But she needed the job and so she had covered John's shift because he'd called in with some bullshit story about the tropical flu. The smoldering injustice made her workout that much more intense, and she just felt a little angrier than usual, shooting the group of guys on the bench press a scowling glare as she finished up her sets under their scrutinizing gaze.

Stalking back to the showers, which, as usual, were empty save for her, she stripped off her clothes, left them in a heap on the lockers, took her little bag of toiletries, and slammed the door to the stall behind her. It was times like these where her life just seemed like utter shit. She remembered being so full of optimism, but it was like she'd been misled for all those years. The warm water flowed over her skin as she closed her eyes and just tried to focus on the hot sensation instead of anything else.

Bending down, blinking through the water, she opened her shower-bag and swore. She knew she'd forgotten something, but after that shift at work all she'd wanted to do was get out of there. She was all out of body-wash and shampoo at this point, and other than that, all she had was a half empty bottle of conditioner. Sliding a hand over her face, Ivy sighed, this was the last thing she needed right now. But . . . something caught her attention. There was a fairly large bottle left on the little side shelf of the stall, a clear plastic affair, almost empty, but with the thick whiteish liquid that looked like the ends of someone else's soap at the bottom: probably one of the people who used the gym in the morning.

Well, she didn't really feel like showering again when she went home, and someone had probably just left the bottle here because they were almost out and too lazy to throw it away. It'd be like doing them a favor to finish it off, she rationalized as she squeezed out some of the oddly pearlecent soap onto her hand with a splurt. The steam rose up as she inhaled and her eyes opened wide. She'd never smelled anything like this before. It was deep, rich, and earthy, like fresh turned loam, but it had a light astringent odor that reminded her of the coast in a strange way.

Ivy couldn't help but moan as she rubbed the strange soap against her chest, fingers kneading the flesh of her breasts as the mysterious substance left her skin tingling in the best of ways. She licked her lips as she reached again for that clear plastic bottle, squeezing out the last dollop and rubbing it all over her body as her skin tensed and shivered in delight. It was like her body craved more of the stuff while she rubbed her flesh harder and raised her face up into the oncoming jet of hot water as the hissing warmth enveloped her senses.

Her chest just felt amazing as she rubbed it with increasingly firm strokes. It was almost as if she could feel the flesh tightening, becoming pert and strong under her questing fingertips as her nipples stiffened while she kneaded past them. One hand slowly wandered down her chest, past her sleek belly, combing through the muff of her crotch before sliding slowly around the edge of her tight pussy, poking and prodding almost of its own accord as she let herself be enveloped by the smooth sensation. Even her femininity felt different: tighter, more sensitive. Ivy was barely aware what she was doing as she slid inside of herself while her other hand pinched teasingly at her own nipple.

The water temperature fluctuated, going icy cold for a second (as it did when someone used the men's toilets) as she let out a muffled yipe and snapped back to her senses, a blush rising to her cheeks as she let go of herself. That had been amazing, but she was never the kind of person to do that in public. She almost wished that there were more of that strange soap though. The mere thought of it made her mouth water in the oddest way as she shut off the shower and began to towel herself off.

Muscles aching in the best of ways, she slipped back into her clothes, threw her shower gear back into her locker, and walked out of the gym, cricking her neck as she stepped into her car. It felt like she had just run a marathon or something, and all of her muscles tingled with that delightful exhaustion that let her knew she'd had a really good session at the gym. But she didn't feel like she had done anything particularly strenuous . . .

After getting home and going straight to bed, Ivy's mind began to wander as she drifted off to sleep. There was the hissing noise of running water and that perfect musky odor. The noise wasn't like the shower though. No, it was louder, and came in halting rushes, like the waves of the ocean. As she thought about it, her hand drifted once again between her legs to feel the pliant warmth of her insides, somehow much tighter than she remembered them being. Something was rising up out of the frothy surf, and she walked towards it, feet sinking into the soft white sand that slipped between her toes.

If she were more lucid, she would have been perturbed by the hulking monster that rose from the waves, but instead she found herself drawn towards it as she panted in and smelled more of that scent, that seductive earthy blend that pulled her forward towards that chiseled tower of black and white flesh, muscles bulging tightly under thick glistening skin as she stepped towards it, mouth wordlessly whispering out her need as she tripped and fell forward, face splashing into the cold salt water.

Sitting up with a heaving gasp, she found herself on her bed, sheets wrapped around her as if she'd been thrashing about the whole night. There was a noticeable damp patch between her legs . . . Ivy shook her head and looked blearily over at the red numbers floating on her bed-side table. 5:14, Might as well just get up and get ready for work now. God, it felt almost like she was in high school again, as if she was just discovering her own body. Sighing, Ivy ripped the sodden sheet off of her bed, tossed it in the hamper, and went about completing her morning ritual with distracted mechanical efficiency.

Her whole day drifted by as she tried to remember what she had dreamed about. It had been like a glimpse of perfection that she wasn't quite able to process, but she desperately needed to know. It was almost on the tip of her tongue and accompanied by the phantom reminder the way that strange soap smalled. Maybe she'd have to find who left it there and ask them where to get more . . . but really it could be anyone, and she didn't have any friends in the gym to question. Perhaps she could make a flier . . . but no, that would just be too strange. "Did you leave a mostly used unmarked bottle of soap in the ladies locker room? If so please call 938-4562 . . ." The thought of it made her smirk as she put the chain on another assembled child sized bike.

She still felt great from her workout the previous day though, and all of her muscles had that delightful smoldering burn that let her know she had worn them out just enough. Time seemed to be passing like condensing molasses as her imagination wandered and she went on autopilot, hands doing the same tasks over and over as her mind explored through a land of pungent odor and oddly smooth thick skin. More than once she drifted back into reality only to find her hand rubbing at the crotch of her skirt, making her blush deeply as she looked around. None of her workers seemed to be watching though; like usual, it seemed almost like she didn't even exist.

After work, a strange building sense of anticipation built up inside of her chest. Ivy's slender immaculately polished fingernails clenched at her steering wheel as she drove towards the gym. For some reason, working out just sounded amazing to her: rekindling the glow in her muscles as she pushed herself to the limit. Quickly changing into her training shorts and old high school tee-shirt, she decided to go straight to the heavier machines doing butterflies and using the calf press until she was panting and out of breath, sweat staining the thin cotton of her shirt. But today, she didn't care. It just felt too good.

The guys were there, over at the bench presses, talking as they always did, watching her with a mocking interest. She was so sick of this strange divide. If this were like things had been back in high school, she would have walked up and told them to stop being douche-bags, but as it was, she just pushed herself harder and harder, muscles straining under her skin as her ponytail became mussed and frizzled.

Maybe today she'd try something more, give them something to shut them up. She considered it as she pumped her arms together over and over, lifting the squealing weights of the machine behind her as she thought. Her breasts felt amazing every time she flexed, the muscles under them bunching up and relaxing, stretching her skin taut and then settling back over and over again.

Without another thought, she walked silently over to an unoccupied bench press on the other side of the mats and started putting heavy weights on either side of the bar. There was a caesura in the chatter of the guys as they watched her before a short chuckling guffaw broke out amongst their group. Her knuckles tightened as she grabbed an extra fifty pounder and wrested it into place with a metallic clink, and then another one slapped on the other side, matching the two she'd already placed there; two hundred pounds plus the bar, hanging in the bright fluorescent lights that cast the room with its perpetual hazy light. She'd never even tried anything near this heavy, but for whatever reason, Ivy wanted to try. No . . . that wasn't quite right. She wasn't going to try at all. She was going to do this and wipe that smirk right off of Dale's face.

Sliding down on to the bench, she could feel the strange "ergonomically designed" leather press against her back, the slightly tilted sides and gap in the middle cradling her shoulders as her hands reached up and grasped the cool metal of the bar. The guys looked on with increasing curiosity as she gritted her teeth, taking a deep breath before she pushed forwards.

It was like shoving against a brick wall, with the wobbly clanging clinks of the bar clacking against its brackets. The chortling laughter returned, ringing in her ears with impossible clarity as she ground her teeth and shoved. The clattering noise changed into a smooth metallic rasp as the bar slid up and out of its moorings as Ivy raised it, brows furrowed with the effort until she held it stiffly above herself. She didn't need a spotter. She knew she could do this.

She'd proved her point, and the laughter had subsided into surprised silence, but a burning combination of adrenalin and pride welled up within her as she brought the bar down to her chest, arm muscles straining as she growled out and shoved, haltingly raising the bar again as sweat dripped down her head and she began to develop a rhythm. The initial pained protest of her muscles dissolved into a tingling fiery euphoria as she hoisted the metal weights up again and again, her entire world focused on nothing but the defiance of gravity by her own might. She wasn't even counting, and didn't need to as she had no intention of stopping just because of some arbitrary numeral.

Her nostrils flared and she gasped for breath, raising the bar one last time with a strangled shout before letting it clang back into its holder with a cacophonous clatter. The lights overhead swam in her vision, and her pulse beat in her ears. She just lay there for a moment, completely absorbed within the feeling of her own body. And the laughter was gone. The small pack of gym-goers sat in dumb silence as she shakily rose to her feet, not even sparing them a glance as she padded off toward the ladies' locker room, hands slowly clenching and unclenching with the memory of her exerted power.

It was odd. She knew that some truly strenuous exercise could leave one feeling good, like some kind of runner's high. But this was something on a different scale entirely. Her entire body practically thrummed with energy, and she could feel her muscles all bulge and contract every time she moved with that slightly painful tinge, making it just that much more rewarding. Peeling her clothes off of her skin was an entirely new sensation in itself as every follicle seemed to be impossibly sensitive, making her shiver as she peeled off her drenched sweaty tee-shirt.

She couldn't help herself as she brought the garment up and pressed it against her face, inhaling deeply as she closed her eyes. It smelled familiar, deep and musky, almost like that soap she'd used yesterday. She knew it was weird, but she didn't want to stop as she took another deep whiff, one hand reaching down and peeling off her shorts as she breathed in. As her underwear was clawed off absentmindedly, her hand drifted down to her crotch, sliding down the edge of her labia that was already slippery and moist.

God, this feeling. Ivy felt wonderful: strong, tough, and . . . horny? It seemed inexplicable, but there wasn't anyone else in the locker room, there never was, so she shivered as she brushed her fingertips over her clit, moaning slightly as she remembered how it had felt pumping that iron on that bench in her own personal little infinity, like she had somehow slipped out of her own life and into a powerful new reality.

Shaking her head quickly, she came to her senses with a little blush as she scooped up her clothes and tossed them in her locker. It was hard to tell exactly what had come over her. Similar to being in that fuzzy warm half-awake state when you've just waken up, her body just seemed to have been acting by itself while her mind wandered. And wandered it had, as the echoes of those musky thoughts still floated through her mind with the abstract notions of bulk and heft that made her heart practically skip a beat.

The best solution that Ivy could think of was taking a shower, and so she grabbed her restocked bathing bag and walked quickly over to the same stall she always used. The door creaked open as she pushed against the old stainless steel knob and she stopped, eyes wide with what she saw there. That bottle, the same one that wonderful soap had been in was still there, but this time it was full, brimming with that viscous lightly tinted liquid that made her mouth water just thinking about it. But she couldn't just use someone else's soap now that it was full . . . She edged into the stall and closed the door behind her, tossing her towel over it and setting down her various soaps and conditioners, trying not to even look at the bottle as she took a deep breath.

Out of the corner of her eyes something caught her attention though, even though she hadn't meant to look. Beneath the bottle was a little folded scrap of manilla paper, folded in half. Oh god, it was probably a note chewing out whoever had used the last of the body-wash. Ivy rubbed at her eyes in exhausted confusion as she considered just using a different stall . . . But she could at least take a look and then put it back, just so she knew . . .

Her fingers plucked up the scrap of paper and unfolded it, carefully turning it over to find one simple word scrawled out in blocky capitals:

"ENJOY"

Ivy's breath caught in her throat. It was like someone was watching her, and she paused, listening in the silence of the locker room just to make sure she was alone. Now she didn't have any good reason to not use the soap, but it felt strange to have some mysterious benefactor. Perhaps she'd just have to find out where she could buy her own sometime and return the favor? Yeah, she could leave her own note after her rinse off, but first . . . her hand drifted towards the shower's dials.

The cold water cascaded down on her body, shocking her to attention as it slowly heated up to a pleasantly hot tingling warmth that cascaded down her body, filling the air with heavy steam that smelled of her own exertions in a way it never had before. Flicking her long hair out of her eyes, she grabbed the heavy plastic bottle and flipped open the lid, shuddering as the dark musky aroma wafted out and directly into her mind. It was all that she could do to restrain herself to a large dollop of the cool liquid in the palm of her hand that she immediately slathered all over her chest, rubbing down from her neck and over her breasts with long slippery strokes as the warm water cascaded down her back, deep rich smell filling the air with its pungency.

The smooth flesh of her breasts just felt amazingly good as she rubbed her hands over them, nipples going stiff as she moaned. Ivy could feel the exhausted muscles of her pectorals underneath them, and she kept massaging, feeling the flesh tighten and squeeze in a way that she had never experienced before. Her nails scraping over the sensitive skin of her areolas made her lick her lips as she continued to knead with steady pressure: more of a deep tissue massage than anything else.

Where the rich almost animal scented soap came into contact with her skin it left a pleasant hot tingle that reminded Ivy of the same feeling she got when lifting those weights. Before she knew it, her hand was reaching back for the bottle and squeezing out a full handful of the amazing viscous liquid into her palm. The note had said to enjoy this, and so there was nothing wrong with taking a little more . . . She rubbed the gooey mess over her arms, hands clenching as the tingling sensation sank into her spent muscles, making them begin to bulge and flex in the most intense way, like something mentholated that somehow worked from the inside out. As the water poured down on her shoulders the sensation was almost too intense and she let out a growling purr, lifting up her arm and turning her head to the side, burying her face in the pit of her arm and smelling her own exertion mixed perfectly with the dusky round masculine scent.

It was like someone had flipped a switch in her mind and she suddenly knew exactly what she wanted, and there was almost a whole bottle of it just sitting there so woefully unused. The cap clattered to the floor as she unscrewed the bottle and hoisted it over her head, squeezing out the entirety of the contents in a thick cool viscous stream. Closing her eyes, she let it slide over her face as she clenched at the bottle one last time before discarding the empty vessel, now lost in a world of pure sensation. One hand was spreading the wonderful substance down her front, coaxing it down her belly, lower and lower until it again wandered between her legs, rubbing past her labia with two insistent fingers, feeling the delicious substance start to tingle as it soaked in.

With her eyes closed, Ivy's world became one totally comprised of scent and sensation as she rubbed harder at the edges of her femininity while her other hand slid over her face slowly, spreading out that delicious substance. The slick skin of her snatch began to feel different, still sensitive, but somehow tougher, and tensely supple. It must have just been the feeling of the soap running over it, and she didn't harp on it as she rubbed lower and lower, moving from her oddly smooth clit to the bottom of her somehow different cleft with the edges becoming taut and pressing together to form a tighter slit.

She couldn't see the skin around her crotch starting to lighten as it firmed up, skin thickening as it faded into a shining pure white while the musky mixture seeped into it. Between her legs, her feminine cleft had changed into something different, a tight animal slit that her fingertips brushed past while they pressed lower, making her let out a sharp gasp as they brought the liquid warmth of the musky concoction in contact with her anus. Never before had she considered stimulation of this sort, but now her body went rigid as her fingers brushed past the clenched hole.

The whiteness around her crotch started radiating outwards, making her skin smooth and solid as it spread, letting her bush of hair be replaced by perfect unblemished flesh. Her ass was just so tender and sensitive and the feelings only increased as the skin toughened around her anus, making it twitch as the whiteness seeped in around it. She opened her mouth to moan and received a mouthful of the musky mixture that the water of the shower could hardly dissolve. Surprisingly, it didn't taste like soap at all, instead it was a burly flavor that burned into her senses as her tongue began to tingle while her lips darkened into a uniform smooth black color.

Barely aware of her changing head, all of Ivy's attention was focused on her finger, circling around the blushing taut whiteness of her anus. She barely even thought about it as she tensed slightly, pushing forward with her digit as the tender orifice resisted in halting tugs, and then with a wet slick shove aided by the slippery substance, she slid in up to her second knuckle with a deep groan. She couldn't believe the sensation of feeling her ass clench down on her finger as it wriggled inside of her, seeming like it was growing as it tugged at the warm flesh of her insides. Almost immediately, there was strange pulling sensation, like the feeling of trying to lift that bar for the first time, but in reverse, pushing out from behind her.

She bent forward as her tailbone cracked with a solid pop, stretching the flesh right above her ass as it began to press out, straining her thick smooth skin and making her anus clench around her finger in a little burst of tight squeezes. With every halting clench her muscles bulged and tugged out further into the broad thickening base that writhed fitfully right above her now muscular butt, pulling her tensile white skin out, white on the bottom even as the top darkened into a shade of pitch black with a sharp line of contrast dividing the two.

This amalgamation of impossible sensation was making something boil and churn inside of her, something below the pit of her stomach. Running a hand down over her skin she felt where her soft muscles suddenly became hard and her skin faded into an unseen brilliant white on her front and pitch black on her back. She didn't have time to investigate though as her ass clenched around her digit that now sank in all the way as her entire hand pulsed and thickened, becoming stout and strong, covered in that tough black skin that contrasted with her white underside that was still pressing out further and further into some kind of tail.

Bumping into something unexpected between her legs, her entire body shook as she let out a sharp gasp. There was something poking out from the odd smooth slit that had been her feminine cleft. It was slick and fleshy, only a few inches long, but as she touched it her world lit up in a whole new world of pleasure as it writhed around the tip of her thickening finger. As Ivy rubbed against it, her spine stiffened as it began to pulse in time with her heartbeat, pressing out imperceptibly with every thrum and throb. Her new found cetacean cock tugged with a mind of its own, making her anus spasm in pleasure as it leaked out a clear ribbon of pre that blended with the thick gooey similarly scented substance that now covered her entire body.

Wrapping her now ebon fleshed wide hand around the thickening protrusion, she could feel her internal muscles pull with amazing strength as it tugged this way and that in her grip. She felt so powerful. In the back of her mind she was dimly aware that something strange was happening to her, but she didn't care. She wanted this: the power and strength to be her own person, fuck anyone who told her otherwise.

Fuck. The very thought made her incredibly horny as she rubbed around the outside of her ass with the fingers around her firmly embedded digit, teasing experimentally and then rumbling in bliss as her thick index finger sank slowly inside of her, stretching her taut ass wider as it clenched around the sudden dual presence inside of her.

Stretching her genital slit wide, the base of her cock was amazingly thick, and she began to pump around it with her tightening fist, feeling the new found organ squirm when she rubbed against the turgid flesh at its base, making her moan out in bliss. She felt more comfortable in her changing skin than she ever had before, even though the stall was beginning to seem smaller and smaller as her entire body began to swell with new-found strength. Her thick muscular tail arced and twisted behind her, making her ass squeeze her two fingers together as it swept her shower bag to the floor, but she didn't even care. All of her focus was turned to her beautiful changing body with muscles beginning to press out against her supple skin, becoming more and more defined as she pleasured herself.

Ivy's mouth hung open as her neck thickened and her face began to contort, nose flattening out into a rounded blunt muzzle as she steadily rubbed her throbbing erection. Falling away from her head in a mess of golden strands, her hair was washed away as her scalp thickened into a thick almost rubbery blackness. Wrenched slowly apart, her nostrils were pressed out to either side of the end of her forming whale-like head even as the whiteness crept up over her massive chest, spreading all the way up her chin. As her nose changed, the musk in the air came into a clearer focus, burning into her senses as she licked at her smooth lips with her widening fleshy pink tongue that scraped across her teeth as they slowly sharpened into points along her stretching jaw. Stylish white ovals formed just behind her eyes as they too darkened into a deep almost black color. Her whole head became smooth and hairless and her broad pink tongue panted out as her fingers were clenched at inside of her hot supple rear.

With a bellow, her shoulders clenched as she squeezed at her throbbing prehensile erection. Brows furrowing, a thick ridge of flesh began pushing out of her back along her spine between her shoulders. Ivy bent forward, panting as her body clenched and the fin-like protrusion pushed out further, pressing against the side of the shrinking stall as she turned, fingers still buried in the hot confines of her ass while her legs began to swell, thighs bulging with corded muscles that tensed as her tail thrashed around.

The air was a solid white fog of cetacean musk, both from the bottle and now emanating from her own body as her dorsal fin stretched out to its final prominent position and the tip of her powerful tail quivered and split into two separate jet flukes that rubbed against the side of the stall. Ivy felt her insides writhe and contract as her cock began to squirm desperately and her internal testes began to contract. Her broad chest heaved, black nipples contrasting with the stark white as she ground her teeth together and strained with her hand under her tail ramming a third finger into the tight ring of muscle as her body tensed all over.

Heat rose within her and overflowed as her stiff cock arced up and began to cum in great gouts of thick white musky seed that splattered against the side of the stall. All the while her anal passage was going ballistic, grinding her broad fingers together with impossibly tight wrenching grasps. With every impossible mind searing wave of pleasure, her new body bulged, muscles bulging out under her taut skin, giving her impossibly ripped definition as her chest swelled, pectorals easily larger than her breasts used to be, but now one hundred percent corded muscle.

In one last gargantuan pull she squeezed the base of her cock, spurting out a few smaller streams of male essence before she paused, breathing out heavily, muscled chest heaving as she slowly slipped her fingers out of her tight ass and stood there for a moment in the hot stream of the now unsuitably small shower. Letting her exhausted cock slide through her thick black fingers, she reached back and turned off the water with a harsh squeak and stood there in the steam for a moment. The water had washed away most of the wonderful "soap," but the same musky smell hung in the air nonetheless. With a strange new fearless curiosity, she ran a finger through one of the dripping splashes of her own ejaculate on the wall sniffing at it with her broad rounded muzzle.

Opening her balmy mouth, she suckled at the musky digit and smiled.

It was almost the same.

She was filled to the brim with an indomitable sense of superiority as she flung open the door of the stall with a clang, stepping into the locker-room on her thick soled black feet, tail waving about behind her as she clenched her hands and walked back towards the gym, spent member slowly receding back inside of her. She had never been confrontational before, but now, she didn't see any reason not to be. She had the perfect body and she was going to show those puny guffawing bastards exactly what she could do with it.

* * *

It was hard to tell how much time she had spent in the showers, but when she came out almost everyone was gone from the gym. The night clerk had probably stepped out for a smoke like he usually did for half of every hour or so and the gym was quiet save for the humming of florescent lights and the grunting of one man on the same bench press she had used what seemed like so very long ago. And it was just the man she wanted to see, Dale, who had graduated a few years ahead of her and had looked down at her every day since she entered the gym.

Her bare black toes squeezed into the rubber mats on the floor as she strode over too where he continued to work out, and he noticed, but he didn't bother looking back as he grunted out. "What, have you come back for some lessons after your little stunt today?" He grinned as he raised the bar again, each side bearing a hundred pounds, just like Ivy had earlier.

Reaching in, Ivy hefted up the bar and slammed it back into the brackets, using only one of her massive arms. Dale blinked, but couldn't quite place how the arm looked different as he couldn't quite focus on it, or the fact that her voice seemed to be lower than he remembered it being as she spoke.

"You're right. That was just a stunt. So let's get you something more suited for a big strong guy like yourself." She wrenched off the clamps and slid two more fifties on either side, palming each weight as if it ware nothing. Dale couldn't quite comprehend what was going on. It was like she was wearing different clothes or got a haircut or something, but his mind simply refused to see what was actually there. His nose was picking up some strange odor though, something that percolated through his senses as he spoke.

"Easy. I was just warming down. . ." He grinned, rubbing his hands together before Ivy slapped on two more weights just as easily as the first. "Now hold on a second there princess. You can't just expect me to . . ."

He barely had time to finish his sentence before Ivy slapped the clamps back on, hoisted the bar over his chest, and slowly began to let it drop. Barely raising his arms in time he strained against the weight as she slowly let go. Arms trembling, Dale shouted out as the bar slowly descended despite his best efforts. "You crazy bitch! Urrrngh . . ."

"Hmmm, what's that? You want something?" Ivy grinned, towering down over his straining body.

"Help me!" He screamed as the bar met his chest and he desperately tried to push it back up.

"As you wish." Her hands reached in and gently pulled the bar up just enough that he could raise it off his chest. "Harder." She commanded, her crotch slit rubbing up against the sweaty mass of brown hair on his head, grinding against his white headband.

"I ain't doing this!" he wheezed out, straining as he tried to lift the bar with her meager assistance.

"Oh, I guess you don't need my help then." She loosened her grip on the bar that began to sag down again as her tail lashed about behind her.

"Uph!" He panted as the weight of the bar pressed against him. "Alright, but just . . ." Dale managed to squeak out. It felt like the weight alone was enough to crush his ribs.

"There we go. You do want this. So, harder." Her deep voice urged him on, helping him just enough for him to pant and strain, giving his all just to raise the bar up above him once before she relaxed again and let it sink back down. "One." Her smile betrayed her satisfaction as his eyes went wide.

He didn't have enough breath to swear at her as he pushed up at the massive weight again. His entire body was focused on just lifting the bar off of himself, except for a tiny subversive part of his mind that was still fixated on that scent: That burly musk that leaked into his senses as his muscles burned. Something brushed past his temple as the tendons stood out on his neck with the strain, but he had both of her hands on the bar even as the warm apparition slid down by his cheek, leaving a cool sheen and musty scent along his hot sweaty flesh.

Ivy ground the base of her swelling cock against Dale's sodden head, rocking her hips as she reveled in her control, helping him just enough to make his exertions possible as his arms clenched. Tail slapping against the floor in a mischievous tattoo, her large tapered organ wriggled and writhed against his face, rubbing over his lips and leaving behind a faint sheen of clear viscous pre.

Distractedly, Dale's tongue slipped out and licked across his lips as he shoved against the impossible weight that threatened to crush him. Immediately his eyes widened, pupils dilating as the taste seemed to break into a million points of heat that diffused throughout his body. It should have been impossible for Ivy to help him so effortlessly, but something had changed and even the massive weight of the barbell seemed distant as he inhaled deeply and pursed his lips, letting that hot fleshy pink tip into his mouth where it swabbed across his gums roughly.

"There we go." Ivy groaned as her turgid cock slid into his mouth, wriggling with hot sensitivity. "Just one more . . ." She helped him raise the bar one last time, letting it slam back home into its original moorings. "Now I know that you've always been over here with your friends, thinking that I should be more like you big strong guys." Pulling back briefly, she turned and stepped over the ergonomic bench, straddling Dale's prostrate form, letting some of her weight rest on him as her bare white ass pressed down on his chest, writhing cock inches away, directly between his eyes. "But now, I think you want to be like me don't you? Big, and strong, and sexy . . ." Her heavy tail patted down between his legs suggestively.

She thrust forward before he could respond, letting her cock slide into his confused maw, leaning forward and palming the back of his head, pulling him towards her crotch as his muffled shock and protest turned into a gurgling pleasure as she scraped across his palate and oozed out clear potent animal flavor that mingled with the taste of sweat from his own desperation as it swabbed against the back of his throat, making his eyes squeeze shut as his jaw was stretched open. Lapping up across her own broad black lips, Ivy's wide fleshy tongue slipped out as she groaned a baritone sigh of pleasure, knowing exactly what that musky flavor could do as her throbbing member twitched and seeped, making Dale's senses drown in that hot thick writhing and irresistible taste.

"There we go." Ivy relaxed, pulling her hips back as Dale leaned forwards, wanting more as a thin dribble of pre leaked from the corner of his lips. She pulled him up so that he sat sideways on the bench as his vision came in to focus and he saw what was really there for the first time.

She wasn't human. Her body was covered in thick smooth black and white skin that bulged with the tight powerful muscles underneath. A thick based tail with twin flukes curled behind her, and a majestic fin curved out from between her shoulders. His eyes wandered down her form, from her rounded muzzle, over her bulging rounded pecs with tight black nipples, to the still writhing pink tapered member that slowly twisted in the air, all accompanied by the overpowering scent, and the memory of that thing's musk on his lips. He should have been disgusted, but all he felt was an overpowering curious desire.

She wasn't human. She was something better. And even though a strangled voice in the back of his mind was trying to get him to panic, all he wanted was more: to be stronger, and sleeker, and . . .

Dale was wrenched back to reality as the powerful beast that was Ivy tugged off his shorts and drawers in one fluid motion, ripping the fabric easily along with his sodden tank top. Dale's first instinct was to cover up his already throbbing erection, but he wasn't reacting fast enough as she knelt down and leaned in, looking up at him with her white chin inches above his throbbing spire.

"Being around someone bigger than you really makes you hard hmm?" Ivy could understand his lust because she too felt like her body was erotically admirable. If it was possible to be jealous of herself, she would have been. And now she wanted to share.

Dale didn't know what to say as she leaned in and rubbed her chest against his fleshy rod, sandwiching it between her defined pecs and flexing, compressing around him with her tight corded muscles even as her thick neck flexed and she bent in her head, licking over the tip of his cock with her amazingly thick and warm wet pink tongue. It was all he could do to wrap his arms around her head and grit his teeth as she squeezed in harder, hands moving in and stroking at the very base of his overstimulated member.

Already his body felt hot as his lips began to darken where her slippery spire of flesh had marked him even as the bush of hair around his crotch began to thin, replaced by perfectly smooth thick whiteness that crept in towards his member. Her pecs clenched and unclenched as she teased the tip of his cock, and her fingers kneaded his new stronger white flesh as it bunched up around the outside of his comparatively pitiful member, forming a slit that was much too large for his still human organ.

But as quickly as Ivy had started, she withdrew, leaving him panting, reaching down towards his crotch half in disbelief and half in awe, shuddering as his fingers brushed over the perfect white skin of his new genital slit that surrounded the base of his dick. With his attention barely able to cover his own body he hardly noticed the hulking orca walk around behind him, and he let out a surprised yipe as she bent him forward and leaned in behind him.

"But we've still got so much more to do." She said with a throaty rumble right behind his ear. Then her strong smooth hands slid down his back, all the way to the sides of his exposed ass which she grasped and kneaded with her steely grip, spreading his cheeks apart so that he could feel her hot puffing breath against his anus. Letting out a strangled groan, Dale felt her impossibly broad fleshy tongue stroke up his backside, all the way from his taint to his asshole, which clenched at the strange hot contact as she teased the edges with smaller but more intense licks. His knuckles went white grabbing the edge of the bench as she pressed a little harder, thumbs digging in to the the flesh of his buttocks as she spread him wide, wet licks sending hot waves of pleasure up his spine.

His clenched ring of muscle tightened as her ministrations increased, becoming harder and rougher, stretching his flesh as it began to thicken, fading into a pliant snowy white that slowly spread out from around the hot wet pressure before she pressed in harder, tongue pausing as it drilled against his quivering orifice before grinding into him, stretching his new taut asshole around her girthy tongue, making him moan out a long halting exhalation of pure bliss.

Even as she began to pump her tongue inside of his increasingly musky backside, both of her massive hands came together right above his ass bunching up his flesh right where it changed from pure white to stark complete black. Dale bit his lip as there was a lurching crack and his spine began to press out as she caressed the growing knot of flesh, kneading the forming muscle even as her tongue sank deeper into his clenching confines.

The swelling protrusion bulged out further, glossy black on top and snowy white on the bottom, as Ivy grabbed it with one hand and pulled it up, stretching his pliant tail-hole and giving her better access as it began to twist and pull, making his ass clench tightly around her slippery tongue with increasing strength. The smooth skin was creeping up his torso, covering his abs and seeping down his thighs, making his body twist and swell with power as the changes continued.

As Ivy pumped her tongue in deeper and deeper, Dave's cock began to leak out thin streams of clear pre that dripped down his shaft as one of the orca's burly hands reached around and grabbed his member, stroking down once in a smooth firm grip, smearing his rod with his own slickness and bringing him to the frenetic edge of pleasure as it slid down towards his tightening balls. Cupping his masculine orbs, she then tightly began to squeeze, pulling against his body with firm insistent pressure even as her jaws opened and she plumbed his depths with her fleshy pink mouth. Dale cried out as she clamped down and his white scrotum began to tighten as his balls were drawn back, squeezing and slowly pulling inside of of his body, leaving him with a smooth flawless slit with nothing but pure white thick skin below it even as he could feel his masculine orbs churning snugly inside of him.

With one last massive shove, Ivy twisted her gargantuan tongue inside of his needy depths before slowly sliding out, tugging at his tail as it grew out to its own sizable length, tip dividing into twin black skinned flukes as she roughly kneaded it.

Dale grasped his own still human member tightly, stroking down to where he rubbed at his perfect flawless white skinned slit. But it wasn't the same. "I . . . I need . . ." He panted out, ass clenching at nothingness. The overwhelming seductive reek of masculinity hung in the air, making every breath making his desires that much more intense.

"Oh, I know what you need." Ivy pushed him to his feet and bent him down over the bench, pulling his raised tail up, stretching his moist asshole enticingly. "You want more don't you? To feel me deep inside of you, making you squirm; making you better."

"I . . . yes. Please just." Dale's mind was completely subsumed by his desires, and words could hardly articulate his urgent primal need.

"If you insist." She ground her hips against him, sandwiching her warm wriggling pink cock between the cheeks of his ass, rubbing up and down as she clenched her teeth and hissed out in pleasure. His body was still changing, the beautiful contrast seeping up towards his chest as his frame began to bulk up. Ivy took her time drawing back, letting the pointed tip of her pink maleness rub against the edge of his flush white skinned anus before she slid forward in one hot long thrust, spreading his ass wide as his tail thrashed and she sank into his clenching wet strong musky orifice.

Grabbing around his widening hips, she began to build up a rhythm, thrusting forward and grinding her cock deeper and deeper as they both grunted out in little paroxysms of pleasure as her cetacean member writhed and wriggled, stretching him wider and wider as it neared its massive fleshy base. The changes picked up their pace as the black and white skin subsumed him, face pushing out into a rounded muzzle as his ears retreated and his nose spread apart to the front of his changing head. Dale's ass was clenching of its own accord, pulling her deeper, making him shiver as his neck bulged with thick corded muscles and his shoulders ached while a thick black fin pressed out haltingly between them, pulsing in time with Ivy's turgid cock as she rammed in up to the hilt, wrapping her arms around him as her cock wriggled and tugged, her form still a good half a head taller and much bulkier than her ravished lover's.

Her hand slid down his now chiseled abdominals, quickly wrapping around his pink human cock, and pumping furiously as her body rammed against his with passionate fervor before her cock went rigid inside of him and started jolting out white hot lances of thick musky whale seed inside of his needy passage. With every pressured burst of potent essence, her hand grasped his cock as they screamed out in pleasure and his dick began to swell, base growing thick, stretching his muscular slit wider even as it lengthened and his cock-head tapered out into a thin smooth tip as his growing masculinity began to writhe tugging wildly in her grasp before his internal testes clenched and he shot out viscous white ropes of cetacean jizzum against the floor and splattering all over his chest.

As he came his ass went wild, clenching around Ivy's cock with renewed vigor in random manic bursts that only made her climax last longer as she came harder than she ever imagined possible, filling the new orca with her potent musky seed as his changed member pulled and spattered in her hand, filling the air with the smell of their lust incarnate while the dorsal fin on his back swelled out into its proper graceful heft between his shoulders with a last tug of finality.

Their vigor egged each other on in a hammering cycle of lust; thick skinned bodies slamming into one another until, after a final jerking jolt of male essence, Ivy pulled back, panting as Dale's thick ring of muscle grasped at her exiting spire of flesh, letting a dribble of her thick warm white seed drip down his thigh before clenching shut behind her. They both stood there, panting under the buzz of the florescent lights, minds slowly working through the memory of pleasure in order to catch up to the present.

* * *

A sound broke the silence, a slow heavy clapping that caught their attention as they both suddenly looked up. "That was quite a show. I wondered how long it would be before you two finally fucked each other." The possessor of the deep booming voice stood leaning against the old leg press. His body was familiar, but both of them were shocked to see another bipedal orca, all black and white taut skin with rippling defined muscles larger even than Ivy's own bulging physique.

"Am I supposed to know you?" Ivy asked, standing to face the causal voyeur with her hands on her hips as her member slowly retreated. A blush crept into Dale's cheeks as he quickly tried to cover himself with his hands, turning to the side nervously.

"Well, it looks like you certainly followed my instructions and _enjoyed_that little sample I game you." He grinned as Ivy's eyes widened in comprehension. "You even shared some with your little friend here."

"I . . ." Ivy panted, detecting a familiar scent even amid the reek of their own collective passion. "That still doesn't tell me who you are."

"You don't think the old man runs this place by himself do you? I'm the Boss of the real night shift. I look after the place: Keep it tidy." He started pacing towards them with a cocksure stride, tail swaying behind him lazily. "And you guys have already made quite a mess . . ."

"This place is 24 hours! D-don't people see you?" Dale protested, mind still trying to make sense of what he was seeing and failing terribly at it.

"Only if they know were to look. You guys can see me can't you?" He paused in front of them, stretching his burly neck and shoulders. "And I think you like what you see . . ."

Ivy's retreating member halted, writhing as she inhaled his potent musk. "And what if I do hmmm? You're the one who has to clean this place up." She walked up to his towering figure, hand brushing forward and resting between his legs right over his smooth musky genital slit. Dale watched her from behind as her heavy tail rose up and swayed, revealing her tight tail-hole, and making him lick his chops, seduced again by the sight of her powerful form.

"Well, since there's already a mess, I don't see any problem with making another one. And you guys will help me tidy up right? We could always use more hands around here."

"Let's worry about that later . . . Boss." Ivy leaned up and kissed him: a total stranger that she felt like she had known her whole life. Their wide tongues slid together over their sharp teeth as she rubbed at his crotch, gently pinching the pointed tip of his cock as it slowly pressed out of his taut slit. Their massive muscled chests rubbed together grinding against Ivy's hard black nipples as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, embracing her with his musky form. Dale was watching the whole thing and breathing heavily, idly stroking his writhing member as he couldn't bring himself to look away. He didn't care if he couldn't explain it. He just wanted to get closer to those massive thick skinned well defined bodies.

Their sloppy kiss broke as he lifted her massive form off of her feet as easily as if she'd been a child, setting her firmly on the bench next to the one where Dale watched eagerly. "Hmm. You just going to watch there, squirt?"

"Uhh." Dale stammered, pausing mid stroke as is suddenly caught in the act. "No. No, umm, Sir."

"Then get over here and let's put that wide open mouth to work." He smiled as he laid ivy on her back, dorsal fin slipping perfectly between the sides of the strange ergonomic bench, almost like it had been made for her . . . The legs of her massive frame hung off the end of the bench and braced against the ground as her tail swished about. The Boss waved Dale over and grabbed his hand, guiding him to kneel between her powerful thighs, even as he breathed in quick little nervous bursts of anticipation, taking in her masculine scent as his thick cock writhed eagerly, eyes fixed on her fleshy tail-hole that stretched as her wide appendage slapped against his side.

"Why don't you give it a little taste hmm?" The burly manager pressed in at the back of his head, forcing his muzzle against the thick base of her tail as the masculine reek seared into his senses. He hardly needed the encouragement as his tongue slipped out and gingerly lapped across her anus, making the taut white flesh writhe as Ivy sucked in air through her teeth.

"Don't just be a tease." The Boss watched as Dale began to get into it, scraping his fleshy tongue up from the base of her tail across her clenched hole, all the way up to the base of her writhing member with long strokes of his hot wide wet pink tongue. "That's a boy. Now you're really getting into it." The larger orca's words made Dale feel proud, even as he was lost in his own personal world of manly musk while his lush licks became more and more intense, stretching the flesh of her ass and making her tail quiver as her member pulsed and writhed against her belly while she let out wordless moans of appreciation.

"Now then, I'd hate to miss out on all the fun." The Boss grinned as he looked down at Ivy's expression of bliss. "And I've seen just how talented you can be with that tongue of yours so . . ." He turned and straddled the bench, his ripped legs on either side of her, tail lifted upwards to give her a view of his shapely ass. Huffing in, Ivy licked her lips, her hands grasping the sides of the bench as the strong source of her original change lowered himself over her, smothering her muzzle with his musky backside, his tail draped over her head. Ivy pressed her blunt muzzle forwards, pressing into his taut flesh and deeply inhaling his potent musk that sank into the very core of her being.

Dale's ministrations below were quickly gaining intensity as he lapped in harder and harder until, with a sloppy squelch, his tongue sank into her clenching ass, making her squirm in bliss even as he raised his hands up and rubbed small circles against the sides of her anus with his finessed black thumbs while he lapped in deeper, her thick thighs clenching around his sides.

Ivy couldn't help herself as the hot weight of the Boss rested on her and the dark masculine scent pressed right over her muzzle making her entire body tingle. She opened her lips and pressed out with her girthy tongue, firmly pushing at his tight anus before licking up at the musty flesh with a slurping squelch again and again, loving every second of it as her nostrils continued to flare and huff in his beautiful reek.

"Unngh. Ah. You are good." The Boss panted out, as he pressed down a little harder with his tight enveloping ass. "I think you deserve something more than just a tongue hmm?" He looked down towards Dale who paused, thrusting in one last time with his sloppy mouth before looking up. "What about it, Champ? That ass is all ready for you now. . ."

Dale paused for a split second, and then nodded. Unsteadily getting to his feet even as he could hear Ivy's loud sloppy tongue scraping across the Boss' backside. He placed his hands on her legs, member writhing in anticipation as he pushed forward with nervous anticipation, pink slick member sliding against the inside of her thigh, leaving a trail of his own musk as his organ poked the edge of her quivering anus.

"Come on now. You can do better than that. It's not nice to keep someone waiting." The Boss' words came out haltingly as Ivy's tongue stopped licking and pressed forward with insistent muscular pressure, spreading his ass wide as she slid inside of him, wriggling around with her broad fleshy tongue, pumping needfully into his musky passage.

Not really needing the encouragement, Dale pulled back and shoved forward, skewering her lubed up ass, forcing it wider and wider as he came a few inches from hilting himself on the first thrust, cock squirming inside of her. The sudden pressure made Ivy gasp, tongue tugging inside of the Boss as his own hand drifted over his own massive shaft, stroking up and down even as his hot prehensile flesh wrapped around his fingers needily while he began to buck his hips slightly against her buried face.

Dale pounded into Ivy's ass, every thrust spreading her wider and wider as her ass clenched around him, anal contractions making her own cock wriggle and squirm about while Dale reached forwards with both of his hands and grabbed it, making her hips buck as he squeezed and kneaded her member, letting it pull against his fingertips as he roughly stroked it, hips rocking further into her hot stretched ass.

The stimulation was overwhelming and the air was redolent with the glorious musky odor of cetacean masculinity as their torrid rippling thick skinned bodies pressed together amidst their groaning ululations of pleasure. Their passions rose to unspeakable heights as hot pressure began to build up inside of them, demanding release.

Spreading her jaws as wide as she possibly could, Ivy pulled back and rammed forwards with her massive tongue, squeezing directly against the Boss' prostate as his tail flagged behind him and his cock began to twitch. Dale shoved in with new-found intensity, completely hilting himself as his fanatic thrusts rocked their bodies, enveloped by Ivy's ass that clenched and writhed, filled to the brim with his hot organ even as her own cock stiffened and arced in his tight grip.

The Boss was the first to lose it as that wide pink tongue thrashed mercilessly against his insides. Member jerking in his hand as his anus clamped down against her, his cock rocketed out hot gouts of seed that splattered over all three of them. Dale wasn't far behind and his tail thrashed as his internal testes clenched and his member began loosing waves of musky seed inside of Ivy's ass, clenching down on her cock in his hands as her body squeezed, muscles tightening as her own cock jolted out burning thick ropes of jizzum that splattered against Dale's face and chest, as while gasped with his mouth open, feeling her ass clamp down in wild inhuman bursts of strength fueling his insane lust.

Their synchronized climaxes drew each other on to new heights of pleasure as they fucked in a tangle of supple skinned musky bodies. Every time it seemed like it was almost over one of them would find just enough stamina to keep going that extra infinite second longer. The loop of hot musky pleasure lasted until they had exhausted all the massive reserves of their straining spent bodies in wild hot clenching jolts of animal pleasure.

* * *

The Boss was the first to get up, stretching his back as he slowly got to his feet. He walked towards the wall silently, letting the afterglow of the two new orcas continue for a moment longer before he came back, rolling a squeaking cart full of towels and cleaning supplies before him. "Alright." His gruff voice broke the silence. "We're going to have to clean this up sooner or later, so we might as well start now. You guys can mop up with those towels to start out with. Just thrown them in here when you're done." He gestured to an empty bucket at the end of the cart. "I'll be back in a second."

Staring at each other as the plain spoken mass of black and white muscle lumbered off towards the locker rooms, Ivy shrugged as Dale shook his head at the sudden return to mundane responsibility. Not really seeing an alternative, they both picked up a few of the towels and began mopping up the sizable mess they had made, not bothering with the cleaners and disinfectants yet as they both slowly caught their breath.

The coach came back bearing a familiar clear plastic bottle, sitting down on the bench as he began wringing out some of the towels over the empty vessel.

Ivy's jaw hung open as she stared up at him and he grinned back with a wide smile. "What? Where did you think it came from?"