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Kyle had spent the past thirty minutes trying to pick out a bikini.

The change of clothes he had brought with him would have fitted his old, human, male self. They'd have been stretched on the fox body he wanted, but on the ultra feminine bunny body, he would be swamped. Fortunately, the hotel supplied a range of clothes in the correct size for the transformed - or rather, changed them to the right size. There was an interesting range of clothes: it all seemed to be dedicated to making the wearer seem as sexual as possible. Lots of lingerie, of course, tight tops, cut off shorts, swimming suits that covered little more than the lingerie, and several gowns that managed to combine 'elegant' with 'here's the tits!'

Sorting through the swimwear, Kyle had found there were three kinds. The first appeared to be composed mainly of string with a few scraps of cloth hanging from it; those he discounted immediately. He wasn't looking to get attention from men. The difference between the other two he had only found after trying them on: one merely cupped his breasts, allowing to them to move without restraining them, while the other squeezed his tits up high and tight on his chest, holding them in a firm grip.

After much consideration he pulled on the most modest version of the squeezing ones he could find. The way his chest was tugged about by the weight of those mounds wasn't exactly uncomfortable - it was quite pleasurable to let them swing, actually, but that was the problem. He didn't need the constant reminder that they were there, jutting from his torso. His silky white fur contrasted sharply with the black of the top he chose (he suspected the white one would turn see-through in water). The fabric swooped down from over his shoulders, pushing his breasts together, creating a deep cleavage and inviting that he saw every time he looked down.

The bottom half was... small. And flat. It nestled against his crotch. It was odd to see so little there, and he noticed that a clear gap could be seen between his legs, even if his knees were tight together. He slid his slim feminine hand over the fur there for a second before whipping it back. He didn't want to get started on that again.

He could have stayed in this room, dressed in nothing more than a robe, if he'd wanted. But he wanted to enjoy this holiday as much as he could, and he didn't want to be sat alone feeling sorry for himself because of someone turned him into the wrong thing.

That was a very odd way of thinking of it, though.

He'd cleaned himself up after his masturbation session this morning. True to the description, the juice from his pussy had washed off easily in the shower, and his fur had dried as quickly as bare skin. Now, he'd decided to set foot outside the hotel room to sunbathe by the pool, and with a bikini selected he no longer had an excuse not to go.

The tightness of the top clutched at his chest as he made his way to the lift, a towel draped over his arm and tablet with books to read in hand. He wasn't used to being this... on display. But any of the other outfits would have felt even more revealing - even the ones with more fabric conspired to emphasis how voluptuous his figure was. As the doors to the lift opened, he started, thinking that it was already occupied, before realising there was a mirror set in the wooden panelling across the back - the shocked bunnygirl he saw there was himself.

A little embarrassed, Kyle stepped in and pressed the button for the terrace. While he whirled down the shaft, he took a moment to examine his face - the wide, bright eyes, the cute little buck teeth, that full red lower lip. He raised his hand to touch the long ears poking from the top of his head, but stopped remembering what happened the last time he touched them.

The doors opened, and he whirled round, embarrassed to be found examining himself that way. What was obviously a couple walked in, one transformed to a stallion with chocolate brown fur, the other a much smaller and slimmer human. The human was androgynous, but from the way he was dressed - nothing but an extremely small pair of speedos - he had to male. Kyle assumed. There were some odd transformations available, if you had enough money.

The two of them barely spared Kyle a glance, though. They were busy with each other, the human reaching up to pull the horse into a deep kiss, his tongue invading the other's muzzle.

Kyle flushed, and looked away.

The doors opened straight to the pool level, a wide space between the lift and the actual outside terrace filled with a bar. A number of customers of the hotel were sat in seat designed for the tails they weren't used to yet, cats and dogs talking and laughing over their drinks. A couple of them glanced at Kyle as he walked through. He suddenly became very aware of how he was walking.

His hips were swaying as he walked. His feet were keeping an almost straight line on the floor, each just slightly off from being directly in front of the other, which caused his body to swivel at the waist, flicking his rear from side to side. The cute little tuft of a bunny tail ticked like a metronome as he walked.

It all happened without him thinking about it. His body was instinctual doing this, it was something completely out of his control, a method of moving that was built into it, to show off the sexiness of his form. How many other little movements were automated into the form he occupied?

Except now he was thinking about it, and surely he could control it. How hard could it be to walk normally?

Quite, it seemed. He had to think about exactly how his feet normally moved, how they stayed on separate lines, but when he tried to move that way, he balance was off, and he began to stumble. To right himself, he reached out and leant on the edge of the bar.

A voice behind him asked, "First time?"

He jumped. Behind him was a fox. He was athletically muscled, without any fat on his body, hard ripples visible beneath his russet fur. With a knowing grin and a wink, he raised a glass. "I remember my first trip out here. Took me a while to get the hang of my body. I'd be only too happy to give you a few pointers."

He took a mouthful of his drink, swallowed, and ran his long tongue over his sharp little teeth.

Kyle turned to face the fox. He shouldn't really have been surprised by the offer, most of the people were there for sex, after all. But couldn't this guy tell he was a guy, once you got past the tits, and the pussy, and the wide hips? Couldn't he tell, from the way Kyle couldn't even walk properly?

Or didn't he care?

Kyle dipped his head, breaking his gaze. "I.., uh, well..."

The fox smiled at him. "C'mon babe, I know what those bunny bodies are like. You didn't pick that body not to have a few fucks."

Kyle flushed. Sure, he'd come to get laid, but he had wanted to be the one doing the fucking, not getting fucked. But it was all the same, wasn't it? Anonymous sex was anonymous sex, even if it was with a-

Man.

"No... no... I can't..."

Kyle turned and stepped away from the leering man. His hips swayed as he walked, not trying to stop it this time, just not wanting to be near to someone who would take him like that. He didn't want to be - tempted...

His mind wasn't working properly. He couldn't actually be thinking about going back and-

Somebody whistled. Appropriately enough, a wolf-man, sitting in the sun just outside the bar, watching the girls go by. And Kyle was one of them. He glanced up at the wolf, then away, blushing. One ear draped over his eye, and he brushed it away, checking again if the wolf was still watching. He was, and now he was grinning.

Kyle's last few actions replayed in his mind. The way it looked from outside, it was almost as if he'd been flirting at the wolf - but he'd just done what felt natural! Surely the wolf didn't take them seriously.

He glanced back up. The wolf gave him a little wave. He almost waved back.

Didn't a lot of men do this, whenever they saw a pretty girl? Holler at her and hope for a reaction? Wasn't it just a cultural thing?

Then why was his stomach filled with jitters? Why did he constantly want to look back, to check he was still being watched? And why did the wolf's eyes fell good on his full, rounded body?

That had to be his body. The female body he was thrust into, swimming in a sea of hormones, wanting to take a penis into itself. But he was the one in charge here.

So perhaps he should stop looking over his shoulder, enticing the wolf to stare at him?

Kyle set his face, a scowl appearing around his cute little buck teeth. He stalked off past one of the pools, leaving the wolf looking confused.

***

There were several pools in the hotel complex, on stepped platforms leading down to where the waves lapped at the white sands of the beach. The higher elevations that were closer to the hotel were more populated, but not crowded - the resort was exclusive enough to ensure the place was never packed. That was where the people who wanted to show off their borrowed bodies went, to lie in the sun and luxuriate in each other's eyes.

Lower down, palm trees and carefully grown trellises created shaded grottos that were almost private. A network of channels linked small pools, where a few transformed men and women lounged in the shallows. There were some spaces without pools, set out with a few chairs and sun loungers and it was into one of these that Kyle wandered.

He didn't realise quite how private they were until he put his bundle down by the side of a lounger, and heard a gasp from behind him. When he whirled round, he saw - himself. No, not himself. Another bunnygirl, exactly the same model of body that he was in. Except this body had a different driver, the strange sensation of looking in the mirror and seeing his body doing what he would never do filling him.

She was straddling a bull, naked. They both were. There was a soft, slick squelching sound as she pushed up, and Kyle got a glimpse of the length of cow cock between her legs, pushing up into her before she sank back down, letting a tiny gasp of pleasure escape her lips. The bull had his mouth open a little in a smile, his eyeballs juddering beneath his eyelids.

They were lost in the slow rising and falling of the bunnygirl's cunt. If Kyle had just snuck out, they would never have known he was there. Unfortunately, as he stepped back, his calf clipped the sun lounger, sending it scraping across the ground. Both of the lovers jumped, the rabbit letting out an "Eep!" as the cock beneath her thrust up unexpectedly.

She recovered from the surprise far more quickly than Kyle, or the bull, who looked nervously at the second bunnygirl, his hands still resting on his fuck bunny's hips. She laughed, and beckoned to Kyle. "Hey there, sister," she said. "Why don't you come over here and join in? This guy's big enough to satisfy the both of us. And even if he passes out" - she swatted his chest - "I can show you a good time."

Kyle stepped back again. The girl rose up again, her buck teeth biting on her bottom lip, her eyelids fluttering as she moaned. She looked like she was enjoying it so much, that the cock of that man was giving her so much pleasure. An image appeared in Kyle's mind, of himself sat there on the bull's dick. He'd look exactly like that girl.

Something down in his crotch liked that idea.

But he couldn't. He snatched up his bundle and ran out of the enclosed area, clutching it tight to his chest and squeezing the breasts on his chest. A laugh echoed from behind him, cut off by a loud "Oh!"

****

Kyle lay in the sun. Now that he'd found a place for himself, he only had to find some way of stopping his mind from racing. He held his tablet in front of his face, a book that he'd been meaning to read open. Why was this happening to him? It had to be his body. They made him like this. They'd changed his body to this hypersexed bunny, was it any surprise that he was obsessed with sex?

But he didn't want to have sex with a man. No. Even though he had a vagina, and big tits right there on his chest, and hips that spread on his seat. He was still a man, even if no-one would know it to look at him.

Perhaps he could have sex with a woman. There'd be plenty of women, ready to make out with him, like that bunnygirl who called him 'sister'. To show off in front of the men, get them going to-

No! That wasn't what he wanted.

There were some models of body, though. Women, with a little something extra. Would that be acceptable? He thought about that kind of body, the soft alluring curves leading to the hard jutting pole of flesh-

His mouth slipped open. Yes. That wasn't really being gay, was it? Not if she was mostly a woman. It would have to do. All he'd have to do was find a herm showing hir stuff off, and then...

Kyle realised that he'd been staring at the same page for about ten minutes now. The words were there, but nothing entered his mind. Irritated, he put it down on a table and adjusted the strap of his bikini top. Perhaps the tight one that immobilised his breasts was a mistake - the heat of the sun was overwhelming, here in the tropics, and the black band around his chest was starting to get too hot to put up with.

Kyle shifted uncomfortably. The dual heats, over his breasts and his crotch, twisted up his insides. He had to do something to slake the burning desires. He'd go back to his room, look through the porn channels available his TV, and look over the collection of toys under his bed. Except as he swung his legs off the sunlounger, he saw his body was betraying him.

A thin line of dampness had soaked through his bikini briefs. A sign of his lust, the evidence of his indecent thoughts painted on his clothes, right there for anyone to see. If they had the improved sense of smell that so many models did, they would even smell his need to be fucked as he walked past. The scent wafted up to his twitching bunny nose.

He couldn't walk past the crowd at the bar, not like this. They'd know how needy he was. And then one man would come up to him and he didn't know that he had the strength to resist.

Unless he washed it off. Of course. He sighed in relief. There were so many little private pool he could dip into and wash himself. He'd just slip in some water and wash it off, and no-one would be any the wiser.

He had a little smile on his face as he left the alcove, eyes down to where he was putting his feet. That was why he didn't see the wall of muscle he walked into.

One benefit of having a big, rounded ass was that it softened the blow from a fall. Kyle was more shocked by the cold sensation of a drink spilling over his belly, over his crotch and trickling down between his thighs. It took him a second to collect himself, and by that time a big hand was extended towards him. "I'm sorry," said a deep and resonant voice. "I didn't see you there."

Kyle looked up.

The thing was, his sense of scale was off. It was natural for him to compare sizes based on his own body, but now his body was so much smaller than before. The body that towered over him wasn't quite as big as it seemed, considering his new relative size. The man he'd bumped into couldn't be more than seven feet tall. Seven and a half, tops.

The orca had extended a hand. Kyle stared, just taking in the sheer size and power of the cetacean. The white of his stomach and chest served to highlight the muscles of his chest, bulging out beneath his nipples in massive pectorals, clearly defined abdominal muscles rippling down his torso. Thick muscles arced up from his shoulders to his neck, supporting the rounded dome of his head, the black skin broken by two small blue eyes that creased as he grinned, showing the teeth in his wide mouth. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Kyle twitched. He must have been staring at the man for almost ten seconds now, just taking in the spread of muscle in front of him. No wonder the orca was concerned that he'd knocked Kyle's brains out when he fell. Blushing, the bunny reached for the proffered hand and let the strong man lift him to his feet. The skin on his hands was slightly rubbery, perfectly smooth in a way that human skin simply was not. it gave a little as Kyle wrapped his hand around the orca's wrist , his delicate hand unable to reach all the way round while the black skinned hand enveloped his forearm. "Um, no," Kyle replied. "I just wasn't expecting-"

The orca pulled, effortlessly lifting Kyle. He didn't even have to shift his body to compensate for the feminized man's weight. Kyle wasn't quite expecting it, and stumbled forward, coming to a stop leaning against the flesh of the other man. His head was lying in the valley between the massive muscles of that chest, breasts pressed up against the flat stomach, and further down, the lower part of his stomach brushed against the contents of those swimming trunks. For a second, Kyle paused. Just long enough to feel a single heartbeat pulse through the man he leaned against, the slight shift of a breath, seeming to draw his senses out of himself as he stared up into the sparkling blue eyes.

Then he snapped back into himself, realising where he was. He snatched his hand out of the orca's grip and took a few tottering steps back. His own heart was hammering in his chest, and he gulped cutely. "No- I- no," he said and turned to run.

The voice shook him from behind. "Hey, wait!"

Oh, god. The deep tones rolled through his body, vibrating his bones, shaking the pit of his stomach and wetting his pussy. He stopped. His body shuddered a little. Oh, that voice. It touched things deep inside him. He wanted to hear it again, just to feel it in his long ears, creeping through his body, taking it over. He'd said, "Wait." And so Kyle had.

"Here."

The orca had scooped up the towel, the tablet, and held them out. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like that."

Kyle turned his head to look over his shoulder, but then he questioned if he would be able to look away again. He paused, chin over his shoulder. Both of his ears were pointed at the bigger man. "I-It's my fault," he said, cursing inside at how delicate his voice sounded. "I should have been looking where I was going."

The orca smiled and shrugged, muscles in his shoulders rolling against each other. "Hey, it's not as if I'm hurt. But you seem a bit... out of it."

Kyle nodded slightly. "I'm sorry. I just- this is my first time. It's all so overwhelming."

The big man padded up to him, and he could feel the warmth of the sun reflected off the white chest. "I remember the first time I came here. It was so overwhelming. I swear, they turn the sensations on these bodies up so high, it scares the newbies off." He rested one hand on Kyle's shoulder. The warmth of it radiated through his fur. "You'll feel better once you've had your body for a while. The thing to do is not fight the instincts. If you do, they'll only get more overwhelming."

Kyle's lip quivered. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back a little. Follow his instincts? Right here? And make a spectacle of himself in where everyone could see?

He gulped, and said in a quavering voice, "I think I need to be alone for a bit now."

The hand slapped his shoulder once more. "Okay, listen, I can see you're having trouble. If you want, you can call me. My room number's seven-oh-three-two. You got that?"

"Seven-oh-three-two." Kyle whispered.

"Great. Feel free to call, if you need anything at all."

Kyle held every muscle in his body still, for long enough for the orca to walk away. Give in to his instincts? And make a public spectacle of himself? His pussy was already dripping wet from being that close to a penis...

Seven-oh-three-two.

He looked down, and was surprised to see the brown stain of the orca's dropped coke marring the pristine whiteness of his fur. At least he could take care of that and his arousal at the same time.

The water was cool enough to temporarily quench his desires as he washed the coke out. The orca couldn't be serious about following his desires, could he? Except, of course, everyone got the bodies they wanted, the urges, they wanted to follow. He'd been thrust into a sea of fuck-bunny hormones, and he had to deal with them his way, not following someone else' ideas. Yeah.

Soon his lower half was clean, and he towelled himself off. His bikini bottoms were still damp, but since he had just got out of the pool, if anyone asked, he had a perfect excuse.

Not that anyone was paying any attention when he got back to the bar into the hotel. All eyes were on the show going on up against the bar, where a palomino horse girl was bent over, her hooves just brushing the tiles as she was fucked roughly from behind by a vixen. The hermaphrodite's hand was clutching at the mane of the girl beneath her, pulling her head up so everyone could see the look of combined pain and bliss as she quivered beneath the relentless pounding. The vixen wore a snarl of enjoyment, whispering something into her ear between her moans.

Kyle was stunned. He didn't think that sex would be out in the open like that - the pictures he'd seen implied that the sex was private, but this... A crowd had gathered to watch the show, some cheering, most just watching, and a few of fondling themselves or their partners.

And others looking for new partners. "Looks like fun, right?" asked a wolf - the same one as before, Kyle recalled later. "Wanna join in?"

Kyle flipped, looking between the show and the wolf. He could see the vixen's balls slapping against the mare's thighs. The wolf licking his lips. The way the mare's eyes rolled back in her head. The tent in the wolf's pants. The way every muscle in her body shook.

Kyle squeaked, and ran for the lift.

***

One hand was buried in his pussy. The other frantically worked at his tits, clawing and pinching at his nipples. He'd already come twice, and was working his way to a third, trying to keep the images of cocks out of his head and concentrate on the girls he'd seen fucked, but when he did, he could only think of himself in her position.

And how the orca had told him to give in to his instincts.

Thoughts of smooth muscle glistening with a watery shine danced in his mind's eye.

His hands were slick with his pussy juice, both of them. Leaving the clenching hole between his legs for a minute, he climbed out of his bed and wiped the on a towel, deciding that would have to do. He was drawn to the window, naked, to look out over the sea. A white wake trail pointed to a tiny black dot in the clear blue water, far beyond the breakers.

Too far away to see any detail. Kyle wanted to see the orca's arms, biceps and triceps clenching and loosing as he powered through the ocean. He couldn't say why, but he needed it even more than he needed something in his pussy.

The tablet! It had a camera in the back, just a little one, but it had a decent resolution. Snatching it off the table, he aimed it, and zoomed in as far as he could. Now he could see the orca, a little pixilated, but good enough to see every stroke. Kyle began to match those strokes, one hand pumping into his cunt as the orca's overhead stroke penetrated the water, pulling out and rubbing his clit as those big black hand tore out of the water, leaving a sparkling tail of droplets. Kyle's other hand moved the tablet, tracking the movement on below.

Then he stopped swimming. Kyle paused his own masturbation as the orca began to tread water, as if he had been caught doing something unmentionable. The tablet was propped up against the window, and the hand freed by that was searching for something. He found that he was holding the phone, ready to dial the operator.

The orca flipped, and dived beneath the surface. As his thick and powerful tail slapped against the water, Kyle pressed to connect.

The concierge desk picked up after the first ring. "Good afternoon; how may we be of service?"

"Could you put me through to room seven-oh-three-two?" He squeaked the last number.

"Certainly ma- sir, connecting to seven-oh-three-two now."

His hand was still three fingers into his cunt. He could feel the beat of his heart from inside himself, slicked with his own lubrication.

The ringing continued for about twenty seconds, before an automated message told him the room's occupant was not currently available for calls, but he could leave a message for them after the tone. The orca was still underwater, nothing more than a few bubbles showing were he was.

"Hi, it's, um, me, I, uh, ran into you earlier," Kyle stuttered into the speaker. He wasn't sure why he was doing this, nor how it was going to end. He was a puppet right now, driven by the twitching fingers in his cunt. "Maybe it would be nice to talk some more. Dinner? I'll see you at eight."

He pressed the disconnect, and saw the orca erupt from the sea. He pulled his fingers out at the same time, and the glorious clenching ripples of pleasure shuddered throughout his body as yet another orgasm brought him to his knees.