Changing in the Locker Room
Nobody ever asks me what it's like to be a murderer.
It's like the old saying goes: if you do your job well enough, one shouldn't be able to tell you were doing it at all. Ars est celare artem.
I'd like to say getting rid of people is a hobby I never quite got in the habit of, but that would be a lie--after that first time, the thrill of it was nigh irresistible.
Now, I wouldn't target just anyone, but anytime I felt someone might have... offended my sense of justice, well, that person would be in danger of ending up in my toy collection.
That's a lie, too. Sometimes I just did it for fun. Let's take Andy, for example.
I met him on a stormy day outside the college gym. It hadn't started to rain yet, but it was dark and thundery and the air was humid and oppressively hot; I was looking forward to a quiet evening workout, and the weather had me in something of a hurry. Not that I was worried about the rain or anything--being of the scaly persuasion, I didn't mind getting wet as much as some--but anyone with horns or spikes grows up with the fear of being a lightning rod, and the rows of stego plates down my back probably count.
Andy was Just Another Fox--really, they all look the same--and was rushing towards the gym himself to avoid the rain. I reached the door on the west side before him, hit the panel with my key card, and let him follow me in.
"Thanks, bro," he said, and introduced himself.
"I'm Richmond," I said. Generic foxness notwithstanding, his voice was familiar. "Aren't you in my stats class?" I remembered a shy person, not usually speaking up on his own, but generally having the answer when he was called on.
He blushed somewhat at being recognized, which caught my attention. Oh, he's been wanting me.
Why would anyone pass up an opportunity like this? "So yeah," I said. "I haven't seen you around here before. If you wanna work out with me, I'll show you the ropes. Just let's hit the locker room first and... change."
He caught the obvious hidden meaning. "I'd love to... change with you. Lead the way, bro."
I brought him back to my lockers.
"Oh, fuck," he said, once he saw what was inside. Most people were impressed when they saw my toy collection. (Some were slightly worried, instead.) I had managed to get an amount of extra space to store it all by conveniently making my roommate one of the first of them, and appropriating his locker as well.
(He was the big green dildo sitting in the back. Or was he the plug that looked like a grenade...? Actually, there was a good chance that there wasn't any remains of that poor tiger who'd had the misfortune to room with me--he might have been made into something disposable? Maybe he'd been a good meal? Honestly it was so hard to keep track of all the lucky ones that crossed me.)
Er, where was I again? Right, the fox. My new friend was remarking on the piles of marital aids stacked up in the pair of tall lockers. I told him I'd put a lot of effort into building my collection--true enough, at any rate--and told him he could choose one he happened to like the best to play with.
The fox's eyes, of course, were bigger than his asshole (to turn the phrase) and he picked the biggest one that was on display--a big equine piece about the size of a traffic cone.
"Ambitious?" I said.
"You can really take this?" he answered. "It's gotta be bigger than you are." He held it up to my torso as if to do the comparison.
"I get a lot of practice," I said. "With practice of your own, you could as well."
"No way," he said, in total disbelief. "I'm smaller than you are. It'd be impossible."
"I'll be the judge of that. Pants down. On your knees."
Andy dropped his pants, showing a thick, stiff shaft, but didn't assume the position.
"Kneel," I said. "Be a good fox and submit your hole."
"Hey now." He scowled at me, his erection drooping as annoyance took the place of arousal. "Just because I'm a fox, it doesn't mean I'm a sex toy."
"No," I said, whipping my tail around and hitting his leg with my spikes. "You're a sex toy because I'm making you a sex toy."
The fox fell down from the impact and was briefly pinned under the weight of the big toy. I stood over him and watched as my poison took hold on him, weakening his body and subjecting it to the whims of my will.
My new toy. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with him.
I picked him up--already he was totally helpless--and laid him out face down across the bench, lifting his tail back to expose his rump.
I figured I'd give him at least one more good time.
Reaching into a locker I grabbed my big bottle o' lube and picked up the big toy as well. He'd been right, of course, there was no way it would fit comfortably in a body his size. Forget the matter of the girth--setting it down beside the body of the fox I could tell that if he'd tried to hilt it, he'd probably have a good amount of latex stirring his brains up.
Which didn't really sound like a bad idea.
I lubed up the length of the massive rubber shaft and placed the head of it under his tail. "Since you turned down the chance at practice..."
It took a bit of effort to wedge the thickness of the toy into his relatively unpracticed hole. I could've changed his body to loosen him up some, but that wouldn't have been any fun. I pushed the toy in deeper with one paw, the other jerking my shaft as I wondered what the ratio of pleasure to pain was in what was left of his mind.
I wasn't going to break him apart, of course. But as his hole stretched to extreme proportions, I could see the redness around the rim as he was forced beyond his limit.
As the toy slid into his body, inch by inch, I started making my changes.
His body started collapsing inward, conforming itself to the dildo as it pushed in. The effect was very like cling wrap as he lost his shape, the remains of his torso now unrecognizable as the body of a fox except by the color of his fur.
I felt resistance as the head of the toy reached his neck, and changed him a little further--opening out that throat, re-forming his head so that his muzzle took on a shape more like the tip of a bullet--and crammed the last few inches of the toy into his rump.
"I hope you enjoyed that," I said, then realized I didn't, really. "Whatever. You're done now."
A bit of focus on the fox's form and the changes continued. Andy's fur melted into his body, its bright red lending its color to the solid plastic that he was becoming. His facial features disappeared altogether--I never was fond of leaving too strong a hint--rendering him little more than a long closed tube.
I pulled the big toy out of the remains of the fox, and sized him down to something a little more comfortable. I like a monster toy as much as the next guy, but sometimes you want something for extended wear. I figured a foot in length should be enough, and just enough thickness that a fist would be a step up.
When he felt about right, I reached into a gym bag and pulled out a packet of D-cell batteries, feeding them into the hole that used to be his ass and screwing on the lid that used to be his tail.
I flicked the switch at the base of my new toy and felt it start to buzz. That's the ticket.
I lay on my side on the bench and pressed the tapered head of the vibrating ex-fox under my tail. My back plates lit up with full arousal as he sank into my hole.
The vibration had me leaking already before I could even reach for my cock, and as I reached down to stroke myself I realized it wouldn't take much to put me over the edge. I worked my shaft gingerly as pre dripped down from my over-sensitive head.
The toy stimulated me deeper and deeper as I bore down on it, feeling its length working my insides. As I felt my hole close up around the toy once it was fully inside me, I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. I ground my dick into my hand and the power of the vibrator working my hole and prostate quickly had me blasting shots of dino cum across the row of lockers.
I took a good few minutes to let the vibrator milk every last drop of cum from my balls. It was a fantastic feeling, one I hadn't felt for a good long time. Maybe I should diversify my toys more often.
I pushed the toy out just enough so I could switch it off, slid it back in with my cummy fingers to keep that full feeling a bit longer, and looked up.
The wall of lockers was an outright mess. Splats of cum had also blasted all across the toys, the floor, and my gut. As I surveyed the damage, I figured it had certainly been a good day so far--and I still had my workout ahead of me.
The thought of my new toy going to work on me while I was working the machines had my dick hard again almost immediately.
I picked up the former fox's clothing and stuffed it in one of my lockers as I cleaned up, and even though I was riding the high of one new toy, I was already half feeling the urge to make another.
I knew I'd do it again and again, because it was just too easy.
And my ass never did turn down a new toy.