Hail to the Chief
Man to Chief Bogo TF
"Hey dude, our costumes arrived early!" Tom said, carrying a pair of huge crates that were left on the doorstep. How lucky they were to have found such amazing costumes on Craiglist, he thought. Not everyday someone manages to spot a real deal there, but if the Craiglist post was true, these costumes were the real deal. "Oh, amazing! let me see!" yelled Jerry from his room, and a couple of minutes later both roommates were staring at the crates in awe.
They had been invited to a costume party downtown, yet they were unable to buy (or make) a costume that was good enough for them both. Just when they were about to give up, a post from user "SexyLionStud69" appeared, showcasing what appeared to be "custom made Zootopia-themed costumes", at such a low price that they seemed to be a steal! Tom inmediately contacted "SexyLionStud69", and in a couple of minutes, he got a swift deal for the last two costumes of left.
"Should we open them?" Jerry asked impatiently. "NO! Not yet..." Tom stopped him, standing in front of the boxes. "What's the hurry buddy? After all, we already paid for them, so these babies are ours. Besides, wouldn't you prefer to show it off at the party?" He said, tapping the lid of one of them.
"Come on.... just a little test drive?" Jerry begged. "That way we can know if the suits really fit us nicely, just in case I mean..." He said, trying to guess how would the costumes look on them. "Alright, alright, let's try 'em on... However-" Tom replied "Two rules: The first one, remember the deal we had when we bought the suits. Second, we should only look at each other until we both have the costumes on. Deal?"
"Okay, fine... I just hope to have the best costume of them both" Jerry said. Both of them placed their hands behind their backs, in order to determine who would wear which costume. "Rock, Paper, Scissors" They yelled, as Jerry drawed scissors, while Tom drawed a rock. "Fuck yeah! Now give me that one, you take the other" Tom then grabbed his box, smiling on an unsettling way, and headed to his room, locking his door behind him. He then counted. "Four, three, two, one..." And then, from the other room, Tom heard an annoying grunt. "Fuck my life!" Jerry exclaimed, as Tom celebrated internally,
The last two items left on the Craiglist's post were a Chief Bogo and Officer Clawhauser real-life costumes, from the furry themed, hit blockbuster Zootopia. They both wanted to wear the Bogo suit, yet they didn't want to fight for who would buy the costume. So they agreed as gentlemen to buy both costumes, and then decide which costume would each wear with a Rock Paper Scissors game. And now, thanks to Jerry's grunt, Tom was sure which costume was on the box now lying in his bed.
Overly excited, Tom opened the lid from his box, finding the bulky frame of a manly buffalo policebeast staring back at him. The face of the buffalo looked like he was about to scold someone, sporting huge curvy horns on the top, and a muzzle with huge nostrils, and on the sides there were long bovine ears. Besides the meaty arms and sharp hooves, Tom watched the tail on the back, as the police uniform ended on the back, right were the zipper was located.
Picturing the face Jerry should be having after seeing the fat slob of a policecheetah he should be wearing, Tom smirked, as he started undressing. He wanted to feel the costume on his skin, so he removed all his clothes before unzipping the back, and carefully sliding his legs inside the costume. It took him some effort, as the costume was rather heavy and awkward to move inside, but after some effort, he managed to slid both his legs inside the leather-covered thick legs with hooved feets of the suit.
Trying to find the best way to reach the torso, he started handling the top part of the costume, including the bulky chest and the heavy horns... when he realized the lower part of the costume was feeling warm and kinda wet. But as soon as he realized that he wasn't actually sweating, the costume suddenly became alive, as the insides of the costume began to shift and mold around his frame, fusing with his skin and slowly swallowing the rest of his body. Tom should have been scared shitless, but it was so sudden that he didn't even had the time to react... even then he became increasingly horny for some reason.
As the musclebound torso forced itself on him, and the arms slid themselves towards the huge buffalo arms, Tom could do nothing but to stand still and wait for whatever was happening to finish. On the other room, he could hear Jerry stumbling around his room, apparently tripping all around the room while putting on his costume. As his head was being forced itself inside the huge buffalo head, suddenly Tom stopped feeling his legs, then his hips, his torso, his neck... as the costume slowly became his new skin, his muscles began growing to fit the huge buffalo's frame, his hands and feet became the buffalo's anthro hooves, and he felt his face being pulled and stretched inside Bogo's head.
And then, Tom began feeling his body once again. His arms, which now felt big and swollen. His torso, which now was barreled and fur-covered. His head, which now supported the weight of a couple of really hard horns attached to his skull. His brown eyes, slowly blinking and recognizing his surroundings. As in a trance, he slowly stood up, walking towards the mirror in the room, and looked at his reflection.
Long gone was the image of the scrawny youngster with an unhealthy fascination for humanoid animals. Instead, the stern and serious face of the Zootopia Police Department Chief of Police appeared in front of him. His new buffalo ears twitched slightly, as he now realized he was 6 feet tall, and there wasn't the slightest trace of fat on his body - he was now a hulking mass of muscle and fur. His nostrils were now perceiving countless smells and odors he wouldn't be able to recognize before, including the strong buffalo musk that now belonged to him.
As Tom watched himself in the mirror, a manly, rough voice began to spoke to him. "Your name is Bogo. You are the chief of police in Zootopia. You are the embodiment of authority". Somehow, the voice of the costume resounded inside his head, as if instructing him. Tom, still getting used to the buffalo's squared muzzle, slowly began to mumble... "I... I am... I... I am SO FUCKING HOT" Tom exclaimed, looking at his bulging meaty biceps and huge torso.
The voice continued. "You are the maximum authority in Zootopia. You don't need to make others respect you, as they recognize your..." But then, the voice was interrupted by Tom, which now sounded as manly and deep as the voice inside his head. "Fuck, this is real.... this is fucking ME!" He says, easily accepting the changes he just underwent, disregarding the fact he wasn't wearing a costume anymore. "Check this fucking guns out!" Tom exclaims, flexing his biceps.
"Uhh.... anyways. The chief of police shouldn't be cursing, therefore you shouldn't be..." The voice tried to retake it's monologue, but Tom interrupted again. "My chest! Fuck, I'm an amazing motherfucker now!" He exclaimed, then noticing his now realistic-looking police officer suit was really tight against his broad torso, which last button was unbuttoned to let his bodybuilder physique barely fit inside. "I need to see how I look like now!"
"The chief of police must inspire others by their discipline and toughness, and... What-What are you doing?" The voice said, as Tom quickly removed his police shirt and white undershirt, leaving his muscular buffalo torso out in the open. "Whoa-ho-ho! Look at me, I'm buff now!" He exclaims. "I've always wanted to have a manly, hairy chest!" He said, tensing his pectoral muscles, and watching them go hard, much to his pleasure. "NO, you shouldn't be doing that!" The voice nagged Tom. "You are the chief of police! Now pick that shirt and put it back on! Or else..."
Tom froze for a second, his joyful look contrasting with the stern, angry look Bogo was known for. But then... "Nah! I look good like this! I am a fucking manly man... bull... whatever I am, and I love it!" He said, as his huge hoof-hand hibrids ran through his fur-covered muscled chest. "Stop this nonsense! You. Are. The. CHIEF OF POLICE! Not a cheap stripper! Now stop behaving like a..." but once again, Tom interrupted the voice. "Stripper, eh? I think I could make it work..." he said, feeling his furry abs, smirking while imagining others melting at the sight of his beastlike body.
Right in that moment, the voice realized the mind control that was meant to happen to the wearer had mysteriously failed, as the user was still himself while nevertheless having Bogo's body. "This isn't meant to happen! You have the body of Bogo, you should be Bogo! You should be the chief of police now, and... wait, wait-Wha-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" The voice freaked out, as Tom undid the zipper of his police uniform pants. "Oh. My. FUCK! I am hung like a horse!" Tom squealed, watching the sight of the humongous buffalo cock in front of him, pulsing with blood and getting pleasingly erect.
As Tom headed his hooves towards his erect cock, the voice panicked heavily. "No, NO! Stop what you are doing! This isn't... just STOP!" But as soon as Tom began rubbing his new bovine cock, the rush of pleasure in his spine invalidated the voice, making it less prominent compared to his manly moans. Tom snorted, making steam come out of his nostrils, as he kept masturbating loudly and furiously.
In that moment, the voice decided enough was enough, as it would be better off detaching from the human host before anything else could happen. Unfortunatelly for it the un-fusion was unsuccesful, mainly due to Tom's sheer force of will... and of horniness, of course, as the floor was now covered in yellowish white precum. "I am... getting close..." Tom mumbled, as his blushing buffalo face was contorted in pleasure. "P-please, stop! You are not meant to be like this and.. and... fuck, that feels so... so good..." The voice began to drift away, suddenly being corrupted by Tom's horniness, as Tom's thoughts suddenly began reforming the way in which the voice talked.
As much as the voice inside the costume wanted to get out, there was nothing it could do before Tom could get off, as the very essence of Chief Bogo became corrupted. Memories of anthropomorphic animals being brought to justice, replaced with a horny teenager masturbating to a male model on a magazine. Flashbacks of a buffalo cadet in training replaced with a horny young man jacking off to a cartoon with little ponies. Rememberances of a manly buffalo being promoted to Chief of police, changed to a male adult rubbing his boner to furry porn. Apparently, there was nothing else in this guys life but to jerk off every day to his diverse fetishes... which now were chief Bogo's too.
"F-Fuck, i'm coming, I'M FUCKING COMING!" Tom cried out loud, as his buffalo balls were about to release his brand new seed. And then, he made a loud grunt, as his powerful cock released his whole load, getting his furry chest covered with dense bovine cum. This was, without doubt, the most enjoyable orgasm he had ever experienced. Who would have known Buffalos were that sensitive? "Heh, better get some towels from the kitchen... must be a gallon there" he said, wondering if he should still call himself Tom, or to start calling himself 'Bogo' from now on.
In that moment, Tom walked towards the kitchen, feeling the weight of his muscles make every window in the apartment rattle with each step. Grabbing a towel or two, he cleaned the cum from his chest, while with the other he cleaned his cock. right as he finished, he used the towel to cover his massive buffalohood... when, in that moment, he heard a noise coming from the living room, as a pair of feline ears perked from behind the sofa.
"Clawhauser?"
(To be continued?)