Bulking Up the Gecko
Story Request for
with a dumb jock enjoying his “supply”
Kinks: Musk, Muscle & cock growth, Masculinization, Pit worship, Excessive cum
Bulking Up the Gecko
Story Request for @Xenodrg with a dumb jock enjoying his “supply”
Kinks: Musk, Muscle & cock growth, Masculinization, Pit worship, Excessive cum
“Fucking hell, Jason. I’m supposed to grade the students.”
“Heh. Who cares! It’s Saturday, you’re off!”
“For fuck’s sake. It’s Monday!”
“Oh.”
With a slight recoil, the small Gecko slipped away from the chair, grumbling and wearing only briefs brief. He grumbled further as his brief had been tenting for the last hour, and his snout nestled in his Lover’s pits, taking in the smell and the sweat.
The tender touches of wood, of salt, of cologne from a different country. He had been huffing all the same for what? The last hour? Though if it was Monday…
Well. He had been high for a while.
With a hint of shame, biting his lips, the small Gecko looked at the hairy and mostly pudgy Raccoon whose arm seemed stuck. The muscles were tense and trembling, not budging one bit, though. Meanwhile, the armpit looked as clean as it could be: no traces of sweat, grime, or anything. It was so clean, it could even be used in a deodorant advertisement, thought Jason. Though it would be better to keep worshiping it, and…
“Fuck. Jason! I can’t feel my arm! Feels like I’ve been saluting the wrong country for the last hours!”
“But it’s fineeee,” groaned the Gecko, his green scales damp with saliva he had smeared over those hairy pits. His tongue slipped free, going for his yellow eyes to lick them while he focused on the Raccoon’s face, and that typical grimace. That snarl the Mammal sported as his arm finally dropped.
“Urgh. What can I do you so you get off my back?” grumbled the Raccoon, his eyes baggy and his face droopy.
His fingers released the pen, the many copies, and his potential work so he could turn and twist. Just so Jason could admire that magnificent body. Well, yes, the Raccoon was fat. That belly was flabby, same as those arms and thighs. But he was magnificent because, despite this, there was that strength underlining each of his movements. As, underneath the generous layer of fat, there were those muscles working and lifting all that added-weight and formed the base of the Raccoon’s bulk.
And maybe magnificent because Jason was in love, enough for his traits to soften as he extended one digit towards the Raccoon’s belly.
“Let’s fuck.”
“I… Fine,” grumbled the Raccoon, rolling his eyes as he passed an arm around Jason’s waist, pulling the Gecko closer into a kiss. One sloppy, messy, and a bit silly as their mouths were barely compatible. Still, it worked as their tongues tied, and the Gecko shared the aroma of pit and received the taste of sour coffee in return.
“I don’t know what you have so much with my body,” grumbled the Raccoon, passing a hand beneath the legs to hoist Jason up.
“Do I have to explain myself?”
“… Hmph… No,” scoffed the old Raccoon, dragging their bodies to the closest bed, which, through luck, was only two doors away.
“Should I?” then asked the Raccoon as he plopped Jason on the king-sized bed, admiring the muscular, thin, and diminutive Gecko.
“Please?”
“I can’t resist those eyes.”
A fond answer as that tongue went again to lick those eyeballs. And the Mammal went for pills purposefully left on the bed-stand.
“Three, please!”
“Only if you help me stay empty all day.”
A glance at the green pills rolling in his palm, and the Mammal emptied them in his gullet, only to grimace at the taste. And the feeling. His body already reacted in advance to the drug, and his loin already burned with excitation as he pulled down his precum-stained and musky jockstrap. He pulled on them carefully, not ripping the fabric off, before he had the underwear wrapped around his index finger.
An amusing twirling that took all of the Gecko’s attention, the eyes entirely focused on the dirty fabric.
“Fine… Legs up.”
With a throw, the Gecko received the underwear he started to sniff, lifting his powerful legs and outstretching his feet. He didn’t care if he looked like a slut, huffing the dirty underwear, he only knew he loved it. Just like the taste he sampled while the Raccoon admired the already protruding erection, a reddish cock slipping from his slit, and… Well, Jason’s asshole.
More like a cunt with the way it was vertically split and prompt for penetration. The orifice was constantly lubricated, always ready to be taken… Whether by members of the football team or any students with good grades.
“What a shame.”
Rolling his eyes, the Raccoon already gripped his dark-purple cock. Uncut, heavy, girthy, it was a model of manhood that was not to be taken lightly. It had a slightly greasy cover due to macerating in a precum-ridden underwear… And from the constant flow of fluids pouring from his urethra as he stroked himself. But what appeared to be droplets at first began to turn into a constant flow.
The pills were already working, and Jason was fully aware of it as he saw those wonderful nuts throb with life, throb with energy, and seemingly grow. Grow into that black-furred scrotum, squeezed between the Raccoon’s thighs.
“Fuck… I should have stopped at two.”
“Come on! I’ll take it all!” scoffed Jason, passing one hand under his knee to keep the legs spread…
A remark. And the Raccoon rolled his eyes. He gripped his cock, thick and massive, pressed it against the Gecko’s orifice. Maybe it was from experience and arousal, but the orifice opened wide and easy. It suckled on the cock, swallowed the length as the precum started to pour out like from a hose.
And Jason hissed.
He hissed in delight as he felt the precum heat those guts and already swarm them, inflate them, push against them. With his smaller stature and body, his belly already bulged from the flow going upward… As well as his Lover’s cock, of course.
But the more precum pumped, the rounder he seemed to become.
“Remember, that’s what you asked,” said the Raccoon, his face splitting in a grin as he reached for the Gecko’s legs and bent them closer to that chest. Closer… Closer as the Mammal went on all fours, counting on the natural flexibility.
There was no answer but a chuckle from the Gecko, watching his bigger Lover’s chest approaching his face before he could have his muzzle pressed between those moobs. The scent here was the strongest, the most potent… And he huffed as he sensed precum continuously pour inside his asshole. His rim strained from the effort, and some of that fluid still dripped out. But he managed to keep most of it inside as his body was starting to heat up.
His toes, feet, hamstrings, thighs. His fingers, hand, forearm, upper arm. Neck, chest, abdominal waist, groin. His cock and bulls. All was heating up, and in return, he felt the strain of the scales distending all over his body. He felt the pulse coursing through each of his muscles as he was high on the Raccoon’s musk.
He licked those moobs, too, tasting the sweat accumulating in that cleavage as the tremors inside his body grew… Grew and followed the slow and steady progress inside his ass, as the Raccoon, too, was growing. That enormous cock kept pouring, kept digging deeper. And yet, the Gecko’s belly no longer grew.
No, there were only his muscles, his bulk. Underneath the Mammal, crushed beneath it, the Gecko’s body was growing and changing.
His thin legs were growing wider, especially around the thighs. His biceps were already straining as he wrapped his arms over the Raccoon’s pudgy body, keeping him close as that precum started to thicken. To thicken as it could no longer be held in the grapefruit-sized nuts. As each hit on his ass, each little tremor, meant for those nuts to smack and rub against the steel-like asscheeks.
It continued as the Gecko held on, feeling that tar-like semen pour inside his guts, only to be absorbed. To be taken in and for his body to change, to twist, to gain in volume and height. To fix the difference between the two, even if it only meant for him to be two-thirds of the mammal’s height, it was enough as his arms remained locked.
His entire body was afire, overtaken by the wondrous and sumptuous sensation of growth. He could feel the muscles pop, the scales adjust, his asshole straining, the articulation cracking as they were adjusting to the bulk. So much so… He did not hear the ringtone.
He didn’t even notice the Raccoon stopping his movements.
He didn’t even notice the old Mammal bringing the phone to his ear.
As long as those moobs, sweaty and hairy, were muzzling him.
“Hello! Professor Renstone speaking. What, the principal? Heh. He’s busy getting his bulk-up for the week. Should I pass a message? Oh… Well, later then.”
The call cut, and the phone was put back on the nightstand.
“Well, Jason. What about finishing your little filling before you attend to your duties?”