Growing Up Greenfield (3)
#3 of Growing Up Greenfield
Growing Up Greenfield
Lethys
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The new day brought back Rezo's dreams, brushing close to reality with renewed vigor. He stood in the club again - women as far as he could see, grinding against one another in the same erotic dance, eerie techno music pounding in his ears. Green lights strobed over the crowd, highlighting the women in technicolor streaks of luminescence. A light trace of feminine musk permeated the room, drifting up to Rezo's nostrils in inconsistent wisps.
Wait. Up? Rezo did a double-take, his mind slowly grinding out the details under the rough haze of arousal. He towered over the girls in the room, at least twice the height of the tallest, his erection standing out over the heads of the nearest girls, showering them in a wave of sticky pre-cum. As they giggled in excitement, it drew the attention of the other women.
They flocked towards him, pressing their lush bodies up against him, climbing over one another to get to his pulsing manhood. Those nearest began massaging him, sending fresh pulses of lubrication showering over their heads. Rough hands, sensual tounges, and luscious bodies pressed against every inch of of his maleness in reach, heightening his arousal, but bringing him no closer release.
The girls directly below his member, getting exposed to the most of his pre - getting the highest doses of the strange, morphic goo - began to swell. They grew with each gulp they took of the stuff and with the amount he was producing, they were only limited by their own appetites. Their growing appetites.
In seemingly no time, they were within reach of the tip of his cock, grabbing hold of the head and lowering it so that they might get a more direct line. The other girls, noticing what was going on, pressed closer. The weight of the sea of bodies pressed Rezo down, as girls climbed over him, heedless of his saftey in a mad rush to get to his pulsing member. He was being trampled, covered in writhing, bountiful, growing feminine bodies - driven mad by lust for his maleness.
More women than he could count licked and ground against him ... and yet he came no closer to filling the need that burned deep inside him. His arousal climbed everhigher, his heart racing, his pulsepounding in his groin, but the girls' touches brought him almost no pleasure. He needed release so badly ...
Then, he felt a very real mouth clamp over the tip of his manhood. An equally real, rough cat tongue ran around the surface of his slit, finally igniting the fires of passion. He sighed and opened his eyes.
A shapely, snow leopard ass was seated atop his chest, tail wrapped back around his neck. Sola was bent over, mouth pressed against the head of his cock, both hands wrapped around the girth of his shaft, her fingers not quite meeting on the other side. Slowly, lightly, she ran her hands up and down squeezing the base of his shaft at the bottom of each stroke.
Eventually, and at long last, her slow and careful minstations forced Rezo over the brink. As the flow subsided, Sola turned, wiping the remenants from her her grinning muzzle. "Thought you looked lonely, lover."
Sola stretched, the fur on her back and tail shimmering green in the soft sunlight. Rezo lay, half sprawled on the couch - enjoying the show. She was taller - if only by a small margin - soft feminine muscle smoothing out her hourglass shape. Nothing obtrusive, but just enough to put a ripple of grace in every move she made.
Her wakeup call completed, Sola smiled at him one more time before disappearing out of sight - in the general direction of the bedroom. He watched her as she went, taking in the sway and bounce of her assets. She hadn't grown all that much, despite eating most of the pizza the night, but Rezo wasn't about to complain. To be honest, he'd been a little afraid she would bulk up like he did after his first night.
With the bountiful female distraction gone, heavy breathing drew his attention. The young fox was still sprawled on the recliner, his legs pushed up against the arms of the chair by the sheer size of his maleness. He was still as scrawny as ever, his sheath running up past his navel, his testicles swolen to the size of small melons. It probably wasn't even be possible for the poor thing to stand upright, much less move about.
Rezo groaned and sat up, feeling his skin stretch taut over new muscle mass as he moved. Whatever Sola and the kit had gone through last night, he had certainly put on some more muscle, and - unless he missed his guess - a little height in the process. His mind shot back to the dream ... how big was he going to get?
He stood and walked over to the recliner, getting a closer look at the fox's plight. His fur was covered with green streaks, running over his head, down his torso and over the white fur at his groin - the lines only serving to emphasize the absurd size of his equipment.
After running a quick mental comparison, Rezo came to a shocking realization. The delivery boy's new equipment wasn't all that much larger than is own, it just looked absurd on such a small frame.
The fox's eyes fluttered upen, his attention drawn by Rezo's - now looming - presence. He groaned and shifted, as if trying stand before the weight in his groin brought him back to reality. He shot a look down, and then looked up to meet Rezo's amused look - a hint of fear and uncertainty touching his voice as he spoke, "What the hell are you two?"
"Let you know when I figure that out," Rezo shrugged, "But you're in on it too, now."
The fox gave Rezo a confused look, "But -"
"Hate to interrupt the male bonding moment," Sola's voice drew Rezo's gaze upward. She stood at the entrance to the bedroom, dressed in Rezo's old clothes. She hadn't been able to button the shirt all the way up, and a healthy valley of green-furred clevage was just visible over the highest top of the shirt. Sola - sexy as ever, even wearing his clothes.
"Heya, lover."
"I'm heading out for supplies," her tail flicked idly, a gleam of mischief in her eyes, "As much fun as it would be to watch you two go out in public, I think I might be the only one who can still fit in a car. You two play nice until I get back."
"You know what I think?" Corben, the ex-delivery-boy-turned-porn-star-envy, stuffed a handful of peanut butter into his mouth, smacking loudly. Rezo tried to ignore him, focusing on the TV on the far side of the room. The young fox's conspiracy theories were beginning to get on his nerves. The first one had been cute. This one was sure to be stupid. "I think you're aliens."
"You mean 'we're all' aliens," Rezo sighed, wishing Sola would get back, "Whatever we've got. You've got too. Probably worse than we do."
"Nah," Corben licked his finger, "You can't fool me. You've got muscles out the wazu. I'm still small and scrawny. It's all some plot, y'know? You're after earthling seed for experiments and whatnot. Choosing the best and brightest and blowing up their sex so you can get maximum volume."
"Ugh," Rezo gave Corben his best disgusted look, "The only thing you had that interested us was the pizza. Sola just got a little carried away when the stuff started affecting you, too. And you're still scrawny because you haven't eaten hardly anything."
"If there was something to eat, I would." Corben examined the nearly empty jar, running his tongue along the inside of the lid for good measure, "Besides. I had plenty to drink. Isn't milk supposed to be high in protien and stuff like that?"
"I've got news for you. A felmale's milk doesn't normally turn you green ..." Rezo paused for a moment, trying to think of the most tactful way to phrase his next statement, "Whatever that stuff is, it's the same thing that grew those cantelope hanging between your legs."
"Okay ..." Corben wasn't ready to give up on his alien theories quite yet, "So you two aren't necessarly the aliens. What if the slime itself is the alien? Some sort of microscopic infection, yaknow? It changes our bodies to start producing more of itself, and the rest is just a side-effect."
"An alien bacteria?" Rezo couldn't help but laugh, "It's a disease ... who's 'side-effects' include bigger muscles, a two foot erection, and a sex-goddess for a girlfriend. I can see your point. It sounds dreadful."
"There's no reason it has to be a disease." Crevan waved his hands in the air, trying to stand to emphasize his point. The weight of his maleness kept him rooted to the chair, and he winced as he landed, taking a moment to re-arrange his anatomy into a more comfortable position. "It doesn't have to be a bacteria either ... just microscopic. Probably intelligent."
"Right." Rezo shook his head, smiling, "Well, the next time you get a closeup, why don't you try talking to the stuff. If you can control yourself long enough to keep from slurping it all down."
"Ha," Corben waved the peanut butter jar indignantly, "So it's not perfect. Let's see you come up with a better theory."
"I made a wish for things to be more interesting," Rezo shrugged, "They got more interesting."
Rezo never got a chance to hear Corben's reaction. The door to the apartment swung open, and Sola appeared, setting a carboard box inside the door and stretching. Rezo decided the new view was infinitely more interesting than listening to the young fox's conspiracy theories.
Sola had abandoned Rezo's old t-shirt and ill-fitting jeans for a lime green bikini top and a pair of tight-fitting jean pants. The outfit left little to the imagination - the jeans fit her curvaceous hips like a glove, while the bikini top was barely enough cover to keep her legal. As if to emphasize the point, her nipples stood out through the thin, silky fabric as trails of darker green fled down her curves - a small gleam of clear fluid just visible below the stitching .
Sola, extended the stretch for a moment longer, following Rezo's gaze with a coy feline grin, "I seem to be a bit full, here ... don't suppose one of you gentlemen would mind helping me?"
"Ready and able," Rezo growled playfully, taking advantage of being the only 'gentleman' currently gifted with enough muscle to move. He stalked closer, never taking his eyes off of Sola's curves. That top really left very little to the imagination ...
"Good." Rezo backpedaled for a confused moment as Sola shoved the box into his arms. He wrestled with dissapointment - poking around inside for a moment, producing a plastic vial of vibrant, purple liquid. Sola smiled at his confused expression, "Protein shots. They were on sale, and I figured it was just what we needed." She gestured in Corban's general direction, "I suggest giving our young friend a couple. A female just walked into the room wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, and he's more interested in whether or not he wants eat the jar the peanut butter came in."
"If I have to." Rezo watched as Corben tried gnawing on the plastic jar. He sighed and walked over to the recliner-marooned fox, giving the protien shot a sniff. The overwhelming scent of artificial grape flavoring shot up Rezo's nose, and he almost dropped the thing. Well ... if you need it bad enough ...
After Corben downed three of the things as if they were grape soda, he settled down a little - his eyes slowly fluttering closed. Rezo turned, box under his arm, looking for Sola. If he was lucky, he just might convince her to get rid of the top alltogether - since it was discolored and all.
Sola had wandered back into the hall, leaving the front door slightly open. Rezo sighed and walked into the kitchen, setting what looked like an entire display rack of the bright purple vials in the fridge - resigning himself to waiting for Sola to come back. He didn't exactly have any clothing, and he wasn't about to go running through the apartment building naked. It might be fun, but he hardly wanted to get thrown out.
Sola returned, another box in her arms. Rezo took the box from her, and a rack full of cherry red protein shots joined the first ones in the fridge. He eyed the collection, making a few mental calculations, "How much of this stuff do you think we're going to need?"
"You never know," Sola purred, pressing her body against his, the tips of her ears barely brushing against the base of his pectorals, "We've got a little time before the guests start showing up ... what do you say we get head start on the party?"
"'Guests'?"
Rezo never had time to worry about what Sola meant by 'party'. She pulled a string on the back of the bikini, and the top slid off. Her nipples stood ludely erect, a small trickle of clear fluid running down her high, firm breasts. Rezo's mind glazed over as the soft smell of feminine musk flooded his nose.
"Now now," Sola reached down and gripped as much of his maleness as she could get her hands around, causing his erection to stir. She smiled at him the whole time - feline incisors just visible at its edges, "Let's go somewhere a little more private, first."
She led him through the living room, past Corben's snoring form, and into the bedroom. He let her toss him onto the bed, his legs dangling over the edge of the matress. She closed the door behind her, smiling that same mischevious feline smile she'd had on all day.
In one smooth motion, Sola flicked around the side of the bed, landing on all fours - suspended over his torso. Her tail wrapped itself around his package, the tip flicking back and forth across his sheath - already swelling with the first signs of arousal.
She growled, stalking up his body, pressing her breasts against his chest. He could feel little spots of the sticky, cold fluid matting his fur where she paused, driving him crazy with anticipation. He took control of the moment, hands against her hips, gently pressing her forward.
Her prowl stopped with her breasts level with Rezo's face, gouts of thick, simmering liquid dropping onto his muzzle. He sniffed, drawing in the scent of her - strong and feminine - letting it flood his senses. She was his: sight, touch, smell, and taste. He ran his tongue against her areola, letting the sweet, sticky, ichor run down his throat.
Flashes of arousal ran down his spine, centering in his groin. His shaft pulsed as blood rushed through it, bringing it to full attention. He felt a glob of precum run down its length, settling into the fur on his sheath. The drug-induced sensitivity in his member sent waves of pleasure coarsing through his body. Sola's tail moved higher, brushing lightly against his shaft as it flicked back and forth.
He groaned with need, releasing his mouth from Sola's nipple, giving her the oppourtunity to go and tend his manhood, letting that tongue work over it's length ...
But against everything Rezo expected, she stayed put, forcing her nipple back into his mouth, letting more sweet fluid flow back into his throat. He accepted the offering, suckling with renewed vigor, bringing one hand up to caress the other breast. He felt some of the sticky stuff flow over his fingers, sticking in between his fingers - lubricating his massaging efforts.
He had no way of telling how long he nursed - his mind was so awash with pleasure, he began losing track of time. With every mouthful, he felt his arousal grow, his testicles pressing tighter against his legs. His maleness was growing with every sip - his pulse pounding louder in his veins. Until he felt something snap within him.
His mouth lolled open, letting go of Sola's nipple. He felt every move she made sitting atop him, every breath, every little twitch of her tail sending untold amounts of pleasure rampaging through his body. It was as if every sensation was intensified twofold - on top of the already mounting effects of the drug pulsing through his veins.
The bedroom door opened, casting light into the dark room, highlighting a sexy, female form in the doorway. Sounds of music and crowds drifted into the room from outside, pulsing in Rezo's ears. His gaze fell idly to the doorway, his mind drifting back to Sola's passing comment. Something about a party.
This new arrival struck him familiar, though he was so far gone in arousal that it took him a while to put a name to the face. When he finally managed, it only confused him further.
Sola stood, outlined by the light from the hall, dressed in Rezo's old shirt and pants, an eerily familiar cat's grin on her face. Wait ... that doesn't make sense ...
Rezo's brow furrowed in confusion. If that was Sola, then who was on top of him. His questing eyes found a familiar face, his hands touched familiar snow leopard fur. The sexual beast on top of his chest was definitely Sola as well.
"Damn," said the new Sola, staring at his massive shaft, pulsing pre onto the sheets with each beat of Rezo's racing heart. "This is going to be fun."
The leopard on his chest leaned down again, pressing her muzzle against his - her questing tongue sliding into his mouth. He tasted a hint of the sweet, honeyed fluid on her lips, and his questions were forgotten in a new buzz of arousal.
He felt a hot, rough feline tounge run it's way up his shaft. Hands wrapped around the base of his member, not making it even halfway around his tremendous girth. Bare breasts pressed up against his length, slowly turning into the weight of an entire female form, Sola's fur tickling his hypersensitive member. Slowly - ever so slowly - the sensations worked their way up, the prickles of the fur lessening as pre covered her body, lubricating the motion.
The Sola still laying on his chest removed herself from his mouth and slipped around to help her twin. His vision unblocked, Rezo was witness to the single most erotic sight he'd ever seen - the most pleasure he'd ever felt.
They worked his massive shaft, grinding their identical bodies against it's girth - their matching tounges just able to reach the head of his member. His hips thrust rhythmically, causing the girls to grip his manhood for balance. Each motion, each carefully placed stroke, rocketed him along the path to orgasm, and every drop of pre they licked off of his shaft made them grow fuller, more feminine.
He felt a great weight build in his groin, the pre-orgasm convulsions knocking one of the girls down, onto the bed next to him and causing the other to grab hold of his shaft for balance - her breasts spilling around Rezo's width and not quite meeting on the other side.
A tide of pre washed over the Sola still standing, and then Rezo came, in great convulsions, ropes of cum splashing against the ceiling. The orgasm stretched on, blinding Rezo with bliss. His mind overloaded, unable to handle the sheer amount of pleasure being sent to his brain.
He blacked out, only to awaken minutes later feeling ... odd. His chest heaved with the sheer force of exhaustion. Flashes of imaginary light danced across his vision, and Sola came into view, laying on his chest and purring. She was considerably more curvy than before their lovemaking session, but also looking taller - larger all around, as if she had simply expanded outward.
Rezo glanced around, trying to take stock of his surroundings. Everything felt strangely large - as if he had somehow shrank. Of course, that didn't make sense. With how much of the stuff he'd drank - and how much he'd wound up covered in - he should have been huge! Something was nagging at the back of his mind - his senses telling him that something simply wasn't right.
Then, Rezo spotted the thing that hadn't been there before.
Across the bed from him lay another male wolf, green furred with a trim, athletic build. One of the copies of Sola lay next to him, cuddling with him.
Rezo - still disoriented - growled at the intruding wolf. These were his females, and he'd be damned if he gave them up just because he was worn out from sex.
The growl alerted the other wolf to his presence, and he turned to face Rezo, a confused expression on his face. Rezo recognized the eyes instantly, and the rest followed. It was like looking at a reflection of himself. The same face, the same body - the wolf with the second Sola was him. But ...
He glanced from one Sola to the other, slowly putting two and two together.
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