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"I've returned, my friends!" The loud call erupted from the four eyed creature that burst through the door to their shared residence. His meaty, wide hands lifting two shopping bags that housed the chips and other snacks. A deep bellowing laugh flowed from him like a spry child having accomplished an important task, but the laugh alone didn't hide the thick alien accent which sounded so similar to a proper Russian tone that it was nearly eerie, "Make zome room on ze couch. I am coming through."

The heads of his two roommates turned between them, looking over their shoulders and the back of the couch before spotting their extra-terrestrial friend just before turning that gaze to one another. The fast lifting of the bags once again started their movement into a wide arched swing that soon impacted both grocery bags into their chests with a solid thump and a light laugh from Jumba's deep throat. His heavy, pudgy legs shifted to step over the back of the couch, doing well to push his girth against the others as he climbed his way through and soon found himself sitting between them. All three had a good level of thickness to them and even through that Jumba wasn't the biggest. As he sat there these two were already digging through the bags, opening the contents of the packages that rested within. Sloppy sounds of their tones echoing through the room along with the crunching of their snacks rang out while crumbs showered down onto those fat bodies. Every movement that they made caused a wave to pass over their fronts, but not a single bit of shame was felt from this. These three knew their bodies well and didn't feel embarrassed by life handing them a heavier center and thicker limbs. Every few bites of mouth drying chips and snacks were met with the flow of bubbling soda to fill their mouths and throat before returning to their gorging and television watching.

"Thanks for picking up grub, bub. It's good to have someone that doesn't mind bringing snacks to our movie parties." The feline said, ears perking the soft smirk rolling over that peach colored mouth which showed up well against the black fur of the rest of his body.

"It ez no problem, friend Pete. It ez least I can do." Jumba replied, smirking at the large cat and even leaning his head over to rest that indigo face on that strong, but plush shoulder.

As Pete turned his crumb covered mouth back towards the pink face of the blue-ish alien the feline would smile and deliver a soft kiss to the tips of those lips, something that was returned immediately with Jumba leaning more into the dark feline. Their lips locked, their soft coos echoing from the depths of their unified throats. The plump wolf that sat beside them turned to look on at the display between the two and even smiled at them. These three had always been a little romantic with one another, but the label of their relationship wasn't something that any of them really focused on. Instead they enjoyed their time together, they enjoyed the passion and romance that came with being together, something that adding a label would only complicate. When this baggy shirt wearing canine noticed his two friends starting to get a bit more heated he'd softly rub his fingers over the indigo back, tracing his digits through that fur and over the edges of the hardly closed flowered shirt that Jumba liked to wear. Nails sunk into the fur, dancing around the soft skin and moving that pudge around as this grey wolf almost purred against the back of the alien.

It was rare that the three were able to get off work together, but when they did all three of these chubby men tended to enjoy the time they shared. Jumba rested against Pete and the Sheriff rested against Jumba. The swollen grey canine belly pressing and grinding against that indigo fur on Jumba's back so that as the wolf leaned his head in to nuzzle against the alien's neck that pink hand lifted to gently rub over the canine face, even scratching behind his ears. Normally the sheriff was made to wear his old-timed outfit, but when he could get out of that and into a normal shirt and pair of shorts it was obvious which he really preferred. When the sheriff moved himself, rotated on the couch, so did his alien friend. Both turning in the same direction so that Jumba would crush his girth-y figure towards Pete's body. The feline had to turn as well, but rotated himself different than the other two so that when his indigo friend leaned over fully on him those pudgy bellies could crush down tightly against one another and the soft smile the wrapped his lips. This gave the wolf room to wrap his arms around Jumba's body, rubbing both large stomachs at once with a single solid movement, but that wasn't all the rubbing happening between them. With Jumba leaning forward on his knees and that sizable rump setting up in the air those legs bent, feet lifted, and before the sheriff could even start grinding his rump between those nicely shaped cheeks the indigo alien's pink soled feet found that quickly growing bulge.

Toes wrapped around the very full nuts, feeling their weight of those hefty balls rolling side to side across that soft padded paw while the other foot gripped the shaft through the shorts, rubbing it up and down and leaving that bulky canine to moan, to grunt, and lean his head back in deep and affectionate pleasure. Jumba clearly had some skills, clearly knew how to use what he had, and with his body practically laying on top of his feline friend those strong cat arms wrapped under his arms to pull him up further onto that large body. The sheriff leaned forward, still rubbing both of their bellies at once, and with a soft pert of his lips this grey wolf connected his lips onto the black feline, kissing Pete deeply and fully as a tongue slid free from the sheriff's mouth and entered that peach feline muzzle. Jumba continued to rub those feet through those pants, lifting and dropping the soft padding of his foot against it just before finally grinding those toes right past the stretchy band of those shorts and against the underside of that quickly growing canine dick. Pete and the sheriff had one another's lips, but Jumba wasn't going to be left out. While working simply to pleasure the wolf his round tongue rolled through those four protruding tusks to softly touch on the texture of Pete's furred neck, tasting his throat and feeling his canine friend already starting to thrust forward against those soft and clean foot pads. The shoes that he wears and the way that he tends to the underside of his foot making it soft enough to fold around the thick and meaty shaft as those hips continued to rise up and crash against Jumba's toes.

The sheriff's thick member was already leaking its thick pre down the front of his shaft, coating those toes with its warm fluid while every slow thrust pulled more from the depths. Those toes had been on his balls outside of his pants, but where his shorts had been pulled down by dexterous feet and his dick was being stroked between the large and second toe of those bulky digits the canine found the other foot having claimed his balls perfectly. Every turn and shifting adjustment that second foot made left his thick nuts rolling, bending, and shaking against the soft padded sole of that awaiting foot and leaving him to want to release his full need right there to cover those feet in his canine cream. It was enough to leave his kiss across Pete's lips separating, ears folding back and his soft panting breath touching down over that peach chin. The sheriff's eyes even fade open while remaining half closed and staring directly into that feline gaze. It was obvious that this wolf was on the ropes here, but even while while heart throbbed in his throat Pete's hands still reached up to rub the back of his head, smiling to him and pulling that pudgy dog in close for a deep and affectionate kiss. Pete had his own little talents, though. With Jumba leaning forward over that fat kitty body the black cat was able to reach his own feet down under that thick pink belly. Either side of Jumba's cock would find the flexing soles of feline feet crushing in, sandwiching the pink dick so that those feet could shift and turn in opposite directions in order to grind down against Jumba's well sized member. It was the heel of those feet that ground the most as they pushed down to squeeze the plump head of that dick, crushing it as it swelled nicely between those soft and well groomed pads.

The room was filled with the light gasps, the deep moaning, the heavy panting that rose up between the three. The wolf so close to reaching his peak and the indigo alien starting to rise up towards that point. Each of them showing their own special talents with throbbing members pulsated against the soft soles of the feet grinding against them. The sheriff had been at this the longest with Jumba having no mercy for the grey canine. His hips continued to slide forward, doing the work for his alien friend while panting out deeply. Eyes closed, teeth gritted, and with a final beating of his heart through his dick the first burst of canine cum tore through the head of his member to spray those toes with white bubbling seed. Every thick wave coated and covered those digits with a new wave of that natural paint, turning those pink toes white as more and more flowed free. The feeling of the warm fluid running over his very soft soles left Jumba to moan right back at him, even looking back at the sheriff over his shoulder while Pete's feet continued to play through his pants. It was the grinding feeling against his head that finally got him, though, and with his heart racing the alien's body shook, quivered, and quaked just before Jumba froze in place. His body was petrified with his muscles tensing all before the immediate eruption of thick alien cream burst from the depths of his very well pleasured dick. Jumba was skilled with his feet, but it seemed that Pete had talents that the young scientist simply couldn't compete with yet. In time he'd be able to learn such secrets, but for now the alien collapsed against the feline and couch, moaning deeply to him and even leaning up to kiss him softly on the lips once more to show his appreciation for such an amazing climax. Of course, it was only the first of the night.

"Zat vas amazing, my friend." He told Pete softly, those indigo hairs finding themselves standing on end down the length of his back.

"Yes it was." The sheriff chimed in even leaning down to kiss against the back of that pudgy neck, smirking at his friend deeply and simply leaving his dick to drip dry out in the air, "You have some great foot talents, Jumba."

It was a time for relaxing, a time for enjoying one another's company, and most importantly a time to lay on this couch in a pile while channel surfing the TV for something entertaining to watch. Pete was the only between them that hadn't gotten of yet, but he knew that they were going to return that favor soon enough. There was no way they were going to leave him waiting, it simply wasn't the type of guys that they were. The easy grunts showed them starting to calm down, kisses and hugs cooled, and their eyes all glued to the picture box in front of them, waiting to see what would be coming on.

* * *

"Mmmm, you guys might just be a little bit too much for me." The sheriff said softly with an easy smirk over his lips. The canine was clearly still recovering from the afterglow while that body leaned back against the couch once more and his fingers pulled up at his shorts to cover his wolven dick.

It was an easy chuckle that followed, the sound of their enjoyment and satisfaction rolling through the room to help mask the sound from the TV show that they'd been watching. Whatever the plot was, whoever the characters and actors were, it no longer mattered. These three didn't even know how long the show had been going on anymore, but not a single one of them cared. They liked the company that they shared together, and while smiling from their spots on the couch they'd turn their eyes once more to that glowing screen that flashed that changed from the detailed display of the show to start it's five minutes of commercials. The screen turned dark at first, dimming just enough so that when it brightened again their eyes widened, seeing the colors flashing quickly as the advertisement gripped them and drew them in with the sight and sounds of treadmills, mounted bikes, and even pools..

"Hey you!" The overly cheerful voice called out to the three on the couch, "Are you out of shape? Do your friends and co-workers call you 'overweight'? Do you just want to get a bit healthier? Come on down to the Central City gym and talk with our trainers about what you can do to turn your life around and see results."

The images that they showed were of people with strong, well built and designed bodies. Muscles flowing across their figures, abs stacked pair over pair up the length of those stomachs, and even the sight of their sexy muscular figures on the gym equipment. These three fell silent at this commercial, thinking back on it image by image that they'd been forced to see. Whatever the next commercial was they didn't know. Whatever the next show was they didn't know. Their minds were locked on the idea of getting in shape, to lose their bulky physique and get themselves into a shape that they could be happy to show off.

"Boy, did you see that?" Pete spoke up quickly, lifting his hand to indicate the TV, "Those guys were such hunks. We should try and get back into shape so that we can look like that too.

The wolf had to sigh to this while shaking his head slowly from side to side, "Yeah, it would be nice to trim down a bit, but who's got that kind of time?"

They'd all stop as they sat there and thought about this. It was a good point. Getting in shape, wanting to be healthier and more fit was always a great goal, but at what point would these three have the time to do something like that? It wasn't the first time that such a thought came up for any of them, but even then they simply stopped due to their always busy schedules. It was a thought that lowered their moral, dropped the feelings of sultry loving that they were pumping through one another only minutes before, but even while they sat there, the wheels in their alien friend's head was turning, shifting, rolling. The bright smile that covered his pink face guided Jumba to jump onto his feet before hurrying off. Both Pete and the sheriff had the look of surprise locked on their expressions, but neither wanted to be the one that asked what he was thinking about. Finally that sheriff knew that he needed to ask, knew that he needed to make sure that his friend wasn't about to get himself into trouble.

"What are you doing Jumba?" He asked easily, the smirk rolling over his lips.

This indigo alien quickly turned back towards the other two with bottles in hand. The slow pouring of one color into another would show he was focused, but still quickly wanting to answer such a clear and obvious question, "I am making potion. It will take physical form and turn it astral so that we can take control over ze bodies that we want to have. No time working out, just find a body and step into it. Eh? Brilliant right?"

Their faces turned a bit pale when they heard that, the idea of taking over someone else's body filled them with dread and dismay to the idea that someone could simply do such a thing, but as they looked at those large chubby bellies once again it was quickly clear that neither was willing to have an issue with a man that's looking to get them set up on a faster route to getting the figures that they wanted without having to dedicate so much time to it. If anything their alien friend was trying to help, and in another way, they didn't mind at all to see this experiment completed and functioning. As Jumba finally mixed the last of the one color into the next his finger went to pick up a small glass straw, stirring the fluid slowly as he watched the colors begin to change. For a second it was red, then green, then blue, and finally just as it was fading into a brilliant white the test tube would start to jerk, turn, and soon explode in the hand of the alien that was holding it. This wasn't anything new, just a bit of soot to wipe free from his face before he'd go back and try again. This time when the colors started to change he'd slow his stirring down so that when the color faded into a creamy white it would remain and settle down. The best part of these kinds of experiments was the testing phase, and now that the potions were made it was time to drive down to the local gym and see what they could do.

* * *

The glass filled door opened outward towards the parking lot releasing the thick scent of sweat and effort out into the world around them. The three bulky men were caught by this sudden wave of heated air, but even while their breaths grew into independent pants the small group stepped their way into the building one at a time. They were looked on by staff, people looking them up and down, noticing their large size and round appearance, but that didn't stop them from entering the lobby. Each had their own interests, their own ideas for where they wanted to go, which left them all to separate from one another on their way to finding the body to use their white concoctions on. It would be too easy to just possess the body of any one person, but these three knew what kind of figure they were looking to fill and weren't going to settle for simply anyone. They needed someone hulkish, someone strong, someone muscular that they could enjoy. With Pete and Jumba headed off in their own directions it left the sheriff to have to find his own host, but that wasn't about to be the most difficult of tactics while in a gym, at least not while he was walking towards the weightlifting room.

The sounds of deep grunts rolled in this room, filling it from roof to walls as he stepped his way through. He could see people resting on their backs and lifting the barbells, he could see people standing in front of machines to lift dead weights, but this sheriff's eyes locked on the sight of a dino, a purple raptor that gripped tightly on the hand-weights and worked to lift them with his massively powerful arms. The size of those biceps got the wolf drooling, eyes widening, and his heart racing. Every step that he took now was met with shaking legs. The arms weren't the only large parts of this dino, either. The image of the those shoulders, that well designed chest, and those abs that just seemed to never end. Every curve that this raptor had shown out amazingly, and there didn't seem to be a single soft part across any inch of his entire body. Even the blue feathers that crested the back of his skull looked like they might secretly be made of sharpened steel, but that was only because of the blue striped monster of muscles that they were attached to. The second that this canine witnessed this amazing creature his legs shook and his mind told him that he'd found the body that he wanted to take.

White fluid sloshed around in a bottle tightly gripped in his hand, his arm shaking from how tightly he was holding that vial. Teeth sunk into his own bottle lip, and with a shattered breath he'd finally pull the cork that had been sealing this liquid away and drank down the bottle entirely. That vial came down towards the floor, clicking against it while the sheriff stumbled, his grey wolven body stepping back and forth to keep his balance while the texture of his fur started to lighten, started to soften, started to fade away. This body shook hard in place for only a second before it would fade out of existence to anyone that might have been looking on, even though nobody was in this place. Soon that pudgy canine stood there in place, looking around this room and then down at his own hands that even he could clearly see through. The sheriff's ears folded back, his hand reaching out towards a near by bit of gym equipment, but when his grip passed right through it he'd gasp and realize that his crazy scientist friend had actually managed to make this work out. It truly was amazing, but the wolf didn't know how long it would last and started his way towards this raptor, eying him and knowing that he wanted to take control of this body.

Tyran came to this gym often, he had a full year membership and liked to come here in order to train his already very impressive body after work. Different people had different hobbies. Some guys liked to draw, some liked to play games, others like to watch sports, this raptor enjoyed the burning sensation of his muscles being pushed to the very limit and every single movement of his pumping arms would lift and drop those heavy weights, curling his wrist up towards his shoulder and then slowly back down again. The very feeling of it was one that he'd trained his brain to read as pleasure, and each heavy grunt that he'd deliver showed his heated ecstasy pouring through his body. This purple dino had only gotten started, and he wasn't about to end now. Tyran still had a few hours left before he'd be showering off and then leaving here, at least that's the plan that he tended to go by every day for the last few years now. As he'd complete his reps with one arm it would rest down by his side only for the other arm to start up. One rested and the other worked out, that was the rhythm that this dino carried himself, that was how he'd grown so very large with hulkish curves and swollen muscles. As the wolf drew closer to him this raptor had no idea that he was being stalked, that the newly made ghost canine was planning to take control over this body that he'd worked so hard to gain, but instead he'd keep showing off unknowingly so that he could enjoy the looks that he knew he was getting, and even started preparing his own hunt for a proper individual to share his bed with. A hunt that would never come to pass.

The astral wolf had to circle his prey for now, had to look over that body and make sure that he was absolutely certain that this raptor was the body that he wanted to take. Even in spirit form his figure shook, his thick body swaying with the weight that it no longer had just before the sheriff stepped in, closing the distance on his target. Tyran had no idea what was happening, or that anything was happening at all while he rolled the weight up to his shoulder once more and then slowly back down to his side. When that hand lowered back down, switching for the other to curl up this canine finally moved in to take his target. Stepping up behind Tyran the sheriff reached his hand out for that large, muscled wrist. His hand didn't grip down on that meaty limb, though, and instead passed right inside of it. In any normal situation there was no way that this wolf could hold back someone Tyran's size, but without a physical body the game had changed. As that hand went to fill the inside of the raptor's grip the sheriff knew that he was in full control of it so when that other hand came back down finally this one didn't lift back up, staying locked at his side. That newly lowered hand did give the canine access to the other arm, though, taking control of that purple raptor's limbs easily with a deep chuckle over his lips.

"W.. What's going on?" Tyran asked in shock and amazement, listening to the ghastly sound of a deep laugh rolling from behind him when he couldn't see anyone there.

The sheriff leaned forward, pressing that thick and flabby chest against the back of that raptor body so that he could speak right against the side of this dino's head. "Just relax. This is a test drive and we're going to have some fun."

Strong muscles and towering body didn't help the raptor now that his arms were being held down, unable to move them no matter how much he struggled to. The wolf smirked, even stepping forward so that his ghostly feet could press down on the inside of Tyran's, leaving him locked in place entirely while the purple raptor was made to shiver. That blue striped rump feeling the astral dick grinding against his muscular cheeks. The wolven cock didn't go through the raptor's body, at least not yet, leaving the massive dino to look back over his shoulder at the vacant space while the invisible wolf held him in place and used him. Burning red cheeks shown over Tyran's moaning face, the grinding feeling of a dick against his butt wasn't anything new to him, but it was something that he'd naturally arched his hips out towards, giving more of that tight muscle and even resting his thick dino tail to the side. The sheriff smirked to this, knowing that he had this raptor right where he wanted him. With a slow pull back of his hips that thick meaty cock would flop forward, dancing and tickling around that tight puckered rear just before one single hard thrust forward would spread that depths and the lower back would crush down against his round belly. The motion forced Tyran's head back, even a deep breathless gasp flowing from his quivering lips that forced that purple body to quiver around his own blue stripes just from the feeling of having something he couldn't see driving deep within him.

"Ugh.. what... whatever you are... don't.. don't stop." Tyran moaned, his own cock throbbing and bobbing in place. Every thrust pushing those hips forward making him moan and that dick sway against the air in front of him.

The heated chuckle of the wolf that soon filled the raptor's ear once again allowed the sheriff to inform him that he had no intention of stopping anytime soon. The breath that tickled the side of his face through that blue crest of feathers so that as the warmth licked over the surface of that cheek another hard thrust drove deep into the depths of that flesh ring, stretching it and leaving this dino's eyes to roll into the back of his head while his full body shivered with the pleasure of receiving such a heavy thrusting. The astral thrusts crushed ghostly hips against solid scales, but still managed to hit hard enough to send a rippling wave through those rear cheeks, still managed to shake the entire muscular figure of this purple creature. Every thrust that he delivered sunk his spectral body a tiny bit deeper into Tyran's figure, driving that dick far deeper than even this dino had felt before. Those eyes rolled into the back of his head, that quivering figure displayed just how lost he really was in the lust their exchange, even the shaking breath that rolled from the raptor's lungs told the sheriff just how surrendered the purple dinosaur truly was.

It was long before this muscular beast could no longer hold himself back. His shaking body, his quivering figure, his need to release the heavy flow that he had been holding back all started to fail just as that dick inside of him sunk in even more and the sheriff found himself half way inside of Tyran's torso. Finally, a deep breath was drawn forth, pulled from the air so that his lungs would lock that breath inside of him while the hot wave of juicy raptor seed burst from the dip of that awaiting dick, pouring forth across the gym floor right where he was standing and leaving him to grunt and moan against the depths of the echoing room. Those that had been looking on saw this climax, but also saw as his body seemed to slump down for a few seconds, almost as if getting ready to collapse only to be caught by something. When he stood up again his purple hands felt over his strong and muscular body. The sight of it was like someone discovering their body for the first time.

* * *

The flick of a tail pushed the battle torn hammerhead through the water, the fluid around his body bouncing off of his sharp scales like a stone in a river. Every kick, every paddle, every fast swim, propelled the strong and muscular aquian against the fluid that filled the blue lined, Olympic sized pool. This shark didn't swim through the water, he flew through it like a hawk soaring across the sky. His movement was one of precision, one that brought him from one side of the pool to the next and then back again with astounding speed. The scars that covered his body around his neck, around his jaw, along the length of his thick and meaty tail and even claimed half of the hammer-shaped head, left him with a gruff demeanor, but he was never flat out rude. When Baron turned in the water he saw the thick body of the black feline standing there at the edge of the pool, but didn't bother to say anything, leaving Pete to his own business as long as this cat didn't get in his way while he was doing his laps. It was only that smile that touched Pete's lips that really unnerved him, but the shark decided to ignore that and leave him alone.

"Mmm yeah... I think you'll do nicely." The black cat said to himself, smirking at the sight of this handsome and very muscular creature that barely came above the surface of the water he was swimming through.

Pete lifted the vial to his lips, leaning his head back and drinking the fluid quickly. It tasted bitter to him, but by the time his head lowered once more the feline could tell by looking at his hands and down at his body that he was already see through, that his body had already faded into a spirit form. All that was left was to find a way to enter this shark so that he could claim himself a brand new body with strong and powerful muscles all about it. Then again maybe he didn't need to get inside that body, not with how Baron was rushing back and forth at the speed that the shark was. The idea drew an easy smirk to those lips and even forced a heavy chuckle from that cat's lips. When the hammerhead darted back towards the other end once more Pete didn't give chase and instead simply stepped down into the pool, floating there in the water and waiting in the shark's aisle for him to come back. Baron returned quickly and the immediate rush forced this shark to collide with the ghost feline form driving Pete into his own body in an instant.

"Oh.." Pete said, listening to the new sound of his voice through the lips of the hammerhead that he'd just claimed, "That was easier than I thought it would be... and look at this sexy body."

Fingers traced over the edges of those muscles, feeling the length of his new scars along that left side and leaving the shark to moan softly while that flicking tail drew him towards the edge of the pool. Those fingers didn't just stop at the rock hard chest muscles, or even at the well packed abs. Those fingers traveled further, slowly running under the stretch band of his swim trunks so that as the pants would give way those scale covered fingers would wrap around the length of that squishy but quickly stiffening shark dick. Every sliding motion up and down along his thickness made it longer, harder, fuller, and forced a light moaning from the depths of that hammerhead breath. This soft tone only lead his hand to tighten more around that thickening cock giving him even more heated meat to stroke while that head leaned back. His tail continued to move above, but did so much faster now. Those eyes were locked shut, teeth gritted down, and head leaned back as he grunted deeply through his own teeth just to enjoy the feeling of having such a strong body, such an amazing figure, and such a big, massive shark member.

The pulsating feeling of his cock swelling and relaxing against his palm only added to the shaking breath that rolled through his body. Every hard tug forced a heavy jerk from his strong and muscular body until finally the deep breaths forced that head out of the water, made him grunt and groan into the echoing room around the pool. Eyes closed, and mouth finally unlocking to hang open so that when his hips finally gave their last heavy thrust into that tight grip he could call out loudly across the air around him and feel the immediate blast of hot cum mix with the water against the wall of his shorts not just once, not just twice, but three times as it gushed a heavy flow of white seed to paint the inside of those trunks. By the time his hand was removed from his shorts the cloud of white milk flowed around him, leaving him panting deeply in place while he floated to keep himself steady. The shaking grip reached out easily to wrap around the metal frame of the ladder so that as he pulled himself up and out the warm water of the pool would leak free from his smooth scales, dripping from him like a body building while the quick shake of his head would send drops spraying about around him. Baron's heavy grunts flowing freely from his body, but that very feline smile showing easily over his lips.

"Mmm.. nothing beats having a good solid hand-job." Pete admitted to himself through the lips of the shark. It was time to find his friends and see how they were doing.

* * *

Four eyes scanned the people of this place. Every single one of them made a very interesting specimen for his different experiments but none of them were suitable for him to possess. Jumba wanted to find the perfect body that he could, the strongest, the fastest, the most agile, but everyone he saw was either built one way too far or another. Not one of them seemed to have the design that he was looking for. As this doctor moved from one room to the next he grew more and more discouraged, the bottle of white fluid sloshing around between his chubby fingers, rolling around in his grip as he felt his fingers over every inch of this small vial. The sigh that rose from his lips showed the defeat that was going through the indigo alien's mind, but as he turned his eyes up the sight of someone caught him. A body covered in thick and shaggy fur drew him in, the sight of hard, rippling muscles carried him on, and the stance that showed this creature was everything he could possibly want topped him off. This was the body that he wanted, this was the creature that he would strive to be. Even the lick across his large lips gave way Jumba's yearning for this amazing beast.

When the alien approached him Jumba was able to get a better look. Eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the creature that he'd been eying and instantly realizing that he recognized him from their work under the same company. The creature that this pink face was staring on at was none other than Beast, from his hit title back in the 90's. It was amazing to see him here, but it only made since that they would keep such a huge star around and that his same huge star would want to keep in shape to be kept around. It didn't change Jumba's intentions, though. If Beast was the perfect specimen that he was seeking then it would be Beast's body that he'd take. There was no question to this.

"Mmmmm." The moan flowed from Jumba's lips as he passed by the strong and powerful creature on his way towards the locker room. Immediately this star looked over at him, even tilting his head to the sound of that subtle call. "You should come vith me, friend. We can have fun time together in private, yes?"

Beast was taken back by this, it wasn't often that someone would speak to him so boldly, but the fact that nobody ever did only drove this creature to look over Jumba's body. To most it was a figure to ignore, something to overlook, but the sight of those thick thighs, those squishy arms, that large mid-section. It was a look that Beast secretly admired and with a quick look around him to make sure nobody was watching he'd follow Jumba into the locker room to take him up on his offer. In only a matter of minutes the call of deep moans and echoing grunts rang forth from the depths of that room. Beast, always the quiet type, was making far more noise than he ever would any other way. The sounds between them only growing louder while Jumba ran his chubby fingers over that strong and well designed beastly chest and abs, feeling him while those hips drove forward to fill that shaggy-furred creature with his thick and meaty alien dick.

"Ugh.. ehmmm." Beast moaned, allowing his mouth to hang open while he looked up at Jumba over him, that rolling belly crushing down against his very furry balls and shaft. Every thrust shook that stomach, rolling it back and forth to grind against it.

"Oh.. you like big dick, yes? Would never have guessed, Beast. Very nice." Jumba spoke down to him with a smirk, watching Beast's cheeks burn red with embarrassment at the sound of hearing his own name being spoken out.

Those thrusts only got harder, fuller, heavier. The room echoed a very clear clap between them as every thrust connected their hips together so that a well developed thud of flesh and flesh collided with every single thrust being made. Those full hit driving Beast's body up and down along the bench, pushing him and then pulling him, and then pushing and pulling again. The deep burning of his cheeks showed their deep secret, but it was Jumba that lifted his vial to his own lips, drinking it little by little throughout instead of all at once. The result of drinking it quickly was very obvious, a person would turn into a specter and likely be forced into being invisible. Those results weren't what Jumba wanted. Instead, the indigo alien felt himself sinking into that figure, first his hands that were rubbing against that chest sunk in, and then his belly started to draw that thick and wonderful cock into it. Jumba wasn't turning into a spirit so quickly, but was very slowly fading into one as his body sunk more and more into Beast's awaiting form.

That hard dick jerked and beat inside of Jumba's stomach, every hit vibrating that fat around the shaft like a wave that touched every single inch of that delightful meat, forcing Beast to find it hard to keep himself under control. The more Jumba sunk into the beast the more the beast found himself moaning. He was no stranger to spells and enchantments, but nothing to this degree and when his body finally released that hot sticky flow of deeply gushing seed into the depth of Jumba's stomach this alien had to lean his head back, feeling so full as if he'd just been well fed just before his body finished sinking to Beasts. At first Beast simply rested there, his body panting his rear well stretched and his legs shaking with delight and excitement, but soon he sat up, feeling over his strong muscles and handsome frame. The slow step towards the doors didn't take him very far, not when he saw who was waiting there for him.

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Jumba's new body was a bit heavier than he expected, but the muscles that were added in well made up for that. The grunting that flowed from his figure as he rolled off of that bench in the locker room placed him on his hands and knees. This new beastly body showing itself off well with strong, towering muscles, a lean mid-section, and powerful legs. To Jumba this body was perfect, but he wasn't the only one eying it. As he moved to push himself up that strong and muscular rear was propped well in the air, and the sound of chuckling behind him forced that head to turn fast over his shoulder. The sight of a heavily muscular, and well scarred, shark stood at the doorway coupled with an equally powerful purple raptor. The two that looked on at him smirked easily enough. There was no telling how long they had been standing there, but it seemed that it was long enough for both to know instantly that this body hosted the spirit of their friend. As they smirked on at him these two strong and powerful beasts stepped their way into the locker room, the door swinging shut behind them. At first Jumba moved to try and get up, but when he saw the look of heated lust flow from their eyes this alien possessed monster of muscles leaned back over. A knee pressed against the hard wood of the bench and his thick brushed tail lifted to the side in order to display that muscled butt for both of them to look on at.

Purple scaled hands wrapped around those furred hips, holding the beast in place with an easy and long smirk. Already that thick and wonderful dino dick was growing into full display, showing itself openly handsome size as it pressed between those cheeks to grind down against that furred beast. Beast's body had only just finished being stretched by the alien scientist that now lived in and controlled this body, but the feeling of that raptor against his rear told Jumba that he was about to be stretched all over again. The dark purple dick ground from the tip up through the fur of that tail all the way up until those hips connected against that sexy tail star. Every hard push delivered a deep gasp from that furred creature, but even those gasps couldn't last forever when the other scaled creature stepped around the front of him. Beast looked up towards the battle damaged shark, watching him and studying his deep gashes for as long as he was able to all before a hand on the top of his head forced that furred monster to lower his gaze towards the exposed shark dick that was waiting for him. When Beast's mouth opened to allow his tongue out in order to give that cock a taste Pete took the opportunity to shove that full length of it's meaty girth down the length of Jumba's throat, forcing those eyes to roll into the back of his head. Jumba was given all the flavor he wanted right there at the very start and even when that cock was being slid out he awaited the anticipated moment when it would be shoved back in. The sheriff had to smirk at the sight of the two getting started while he was still warming up, but if this furred beast wanted to play hard with that new body then his raptor figure would be happy to give him exactly what he wanted.

Those hands gripped tighter on those hips, holding them perfectly still while that dick made it's final pull back away from that muscled ass. With a single movement and a hard shove that depth would be spread wide, forcing those eyes that had been looking up the length of that strong and muscular shark body to shut instantly. The hot sting of pain rushed through him from the immediate penetration, and those tight walls instantly gripped around that driving shaft, but as that large dick came to rest within his body the beast was able to start allowing his body to relax. The pain subsided soon after he was entered and was replaced with the unmistakable sensation of pleasure that was already washing through him. That beast cock already throbbing, already stiff once again so soon after climaxing just a few minutes ago. His breath worked to pant around the presence of a big shark member locked deep within his throat, but it wasn't until both the scaled figures were settled in that they'd finally start to move. Both pulled back until only those dripping tips were left inside that shivering monster, but only one shoved back in. The feeling of that hard ram shook Jumba's new body entirely, wagged that fat cock between his legs, and drove his mouth forward onto the awaiting cock. Burning cheeks reddened instantly through that fur as he felt his throat once again swell with the existence of a dick spreading it wide. Those purple hands once again pulling him back as the dino dick was half removed once more so that when another hard slam entered the frame that throat was filled again. Over and over the slow, but hard fucking was filling his body, taking him, driving him and even as those eyes looked up at the sharks body once again, staring him down in a long unblinking gaze, Jumba knew that they weren't about to go easy on him at all.

The scientist moved to pull back a bit, just wanting Pete out of his throat long enough to claim a new breath, but the only air that he was able to take in was that of their heated musk filling his lungs. The smell of it driving him, forcing his already throbbing dick to leak a thick layer of pre across that bench and down his own leg while his shivering body worked to regain itself just before that returning crash of purple hips once again lodged that shark cock in his throat, locking that musk within him as the only air he was allowed to breath. Tyran's balls were internal and yet those purple hips still crushed against Beast's muscled butt hard enough to paddle those big furred nuts with his hips. The Sheriff had no intention at all of taking things easy on Jumba, not with how much he knew the alien loved being taken so roughly. The raise of a hand lifted with a smirk over that feather crested face just so that the blue striped arm could swing down with a wide arch and land a loud clap against the fur-covered rump, watching it shake before the muscles tightened.

"Looks like we've all found ourselves some mighty fine bodies. I'd say." The sheriff spoke out through those raptor lips. Every hard thrust of his figure driving that well heated dick into the deep awaiting pussy.

Beast couldn't say anything with a pre leaking dick tucked away in his mouth, but he could hear the sound of Pete chuckling. "Yeah... I'd say this is a win all around. I don't think I've ever been this tall. But I am happy to say that Jumba's sucking skills haven't changed one bit."

The tease made the alien blush through his new body more than he already was, but it was that flavor that kept leaking out over his tongue that really drove him to continue. The fast of the very tip of that iceberg was enough to make Jumba force his face forward all on his own, locking those lips in a tight seal around the the base of that shark dick while he suckled deeply on the shaft, even swallowing on the length of it that was slid down his throat. Baron's deep moaning betrayed the amount of stamina that had been lost in all this, showing his yearning to finally give this beastly figure what he obviously really wanted. The more that shark cock throbbed, the more he wanted to deliver what his internal balls were trying to provide. Jumba looked directly on at him, never blinking, never wavering, his eyes watching Pete's right there on the spot as he suckled and soon drank a thick load of that shark cum as it gushed time and time again down the depths of his throat, leaving the furred creature to gulp deeply with heavy swallows until every single drop of that seed was vanished down the very same throat that Pete had been enjoying so much.

"Ugh... yes.." Pete called out to him, leaning that head back throughout his release. "That's too much, Jumba.. m.. mercy.. mercy. I can't take anymore."

The smile that came across those lips wrapped around that dick, but Jumba would show mercy to his friend and release the length from his throat, finding a bit of creamy white drool running down the corner of his mouth only to let it remain there for show of what he'd just finished drinking. It was only then that he'd turn his head to look on at the sheriff, watching the raptor as those hips continued to crush against his own. Jumba wanted to believe that he'd almost forgotten about him, but the way that he was thrusting into that furred body proved that even ignoring that large and powerful scaled body was near impossible. Instead he'd smirk to his friend, driving those hips back suddenly, catching Tyran's body in mid thrust so that it would catch the sheriff off guard, but the amount of pleasure that came from those thrusts was something that had been working over his body for some time and Jumba simply didn't have the strength left to dominate his friend, to power bottom him into submission like he had Pete.

"Uh.. you.. mmm.. sexy wolf.. you really do know how to use that strong body, yes?... oh..." Jumba couldn't hold back any longer, his eyes shut, his rear tightened, his balls swelled, and that throbbing dick finally released it's heavy load, pouring out the thick amount of beastly cum across the already damp bench, spraying it with the thick wave of his crashing seed as more and more continued to flow out in powerful jets. Just when Jumba thought that his cock was done, another final shot was fired, releasing the last of what he had within him and leaving this beast to collapse down onto the bench that he just came on, made to rest there in his own puddle as it soaked into his thick furred body.

Just because Beast's body could no longer handle anymore of this raptor's hard love-making, didn't mean that the sheriff was going to stop with him. He wasn't cruel and would give his friend the time that he needed to rest, but as that purple hand wrapped around his own cock to start stroking the length of it that tight grip was already pulling strings of pre out of the depth of those internal balls. Every droplet that was pulled free fell across that furred body and while he felt the throbbing length against his own palm this raptor knew that it was only a matter of seconds before he was going to be joining these two in deep satisfaction and heavy panting.

"Yeah.. mmm.. take it, Jumba. Take this raptor's cum." He told him, moaning out deeply as that strong hand gripped onto that shaft tighter. Every hard tug drew him closer to his final release and finally when that head leaned back and deep roar echoed through the locker room to deliver a heated rope of thick white liquid to splash out across that furred back. One after another the heavy shots gushed free from the depths of those balls, and made distance out of the head of that shaft until the back of this beastly body was every bit as drenched as the front resting in his own cum.

"Look at that Pete. We made Jumba dirty. Best off getting him cleaned up, I'd say." the sheriff smirked and chuckled, already moving to lift that strong and powerful furred body against his own purple scaled one.

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Pete could see that Jumba was tired after such a hard orgasm and smirked at his raptor friend while standing up and wrapping those powerful shark arms around that purple scaled body. "Oh leave him alone for now. I haven't gotten to try out this hard body on you yet."

The two laughed softly, their strong figures wrapping around one another in a tight hold of thick muscle crushing against thick muscle. For now they could leave Jumba on the bench to recover, that would be fine with the alien while the two turned from him towards the tiled floor of the showers. Pete's hands gripped the valves, twisting them easily so that when water poured free from that head it could cascade down the length of his body in heavy drops of never-ending man-made rain. The warmth of the water forced a comfortable sigh from his body, but not nearly as comfortable as the feeling of those strong purple arms wrapping around his body from behind. Baron's body turned instantly at the feeling of that tight hug, leaning back against the wet tiles that lined the wall while the shower ran between them, covering them both in the heated fluid while their still stiff dicks pressed and ground against one another.

"I don't think I've ever seen you so excited." Pete commented quickly, smiling at his friend who was already taking hold of the shark's wrists to pin them against the wall.

"I don't often get to to be this well built, and I want to show it off, Pete." The two chuckled easily towards one another, their lips soon coming in contact and pressing down just as their jaws opened to allow the thick tongues to rub and caress in much the same ways that their cocks did from the ever-shifting movements of their bodies.

Every tiny movement forced an easy quake through their figures, forced a shiver to run down their spines as they tasted the almost alien flavor of the mouths belonging to two different people. The movement of the tongues, the shifting of the lips, those were familiar, but the flavor was new and forced them to gasp and look on into one another's eyes before descending back into their melted grasps. Those strong bodies relaxed entirely between them, finding themselves held up by wall and arms alone. The pouring water streaming over both of them and soaking them entirely in the shine that was delivered so easily. Hips rolling side to side, up to down, and back to forth so that as their little sword fight continued it would grind the heavy dicks together, fully mimicking the movement of their tongues rolling across one another between their connected lips. The dribbling of their shared pre missed as tip connected to tip, combining between them and sliding down the length of their shafts while they fully enjoyed the feeling of these strong bodies. It was the sheriff that finally had to roll his feather crested forehead against the hammer designed face that Pete had, separating their deep kiss so that he could draw a thick panting breath.

"I don't think I ever want to give these bodies up." The internal wolf spoke honestly, blushing fully with his eyes closed, feeling his strong body against the shark's equally built figure.

"I know what you mean." The once feline returned his sentiment. "These are good bodies, but I'm not going to want to stay in it forever. Better enjoy them while we have them."

"You never know, my friends. We might find even more impressive bodies out there. This isn't the last time I'm going to be making this potion you know." The thick Russian accent that flowed across the tiled floor drew their their distracted attentions towards Jumba who stood there with a smile. It seemed that even he had managed to regain himself enough to join them, "Now scoot over. I need a shower."

The soft chuckle rose again, leaving Pete to lift his hand and bat at the shower head in order to turn it, wanting to slap it to the side some so that while Jumba approached he could walk through the spray of water and allow it to drench down his thick fur and show off that massive build of heavy muscles. Strong beastly arms wrapped around them from the side, allowing them to turn just enough so that their thick members were pressed together at all angles. Grinding, shifting, and moan inducing movements would pull those large figures together, their strong chests rubbing, their powerful shoulders connecting, their large arms wrapping and keeping them close. Every movement built up the heat between them and left these three with the amazing sensation of delightfully powerful muscles needing to be used before their time was up with these bodies. The shivering of pre quaking their hips together and leaving them to throb and pulsate in the depths of their small circle. It was hard for any one of them to resist the others even out of these bodies, but with their skin of muscles not a single one of them had any hope of pulling away. Water continued to run between them and the heavy flow soaking their bodies together, washing away the sweat and musk as it rose up and giving these three the final bone shaking shiver that crushed their bodies together for the final heavy flow of cum fountaining up from the depths of their crushed shafts to spray those swollen chests with their heavy scented, delicious seed.