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Liam staggered away from the drinks table. His feet swerved awkwardly to avoid the discarded empty cups and cans that had collected on the floor. He briefly wondered if he'd added to the growing pile himself, but the drink took his mind elsewhere.

The party was winding down: that was obvious since the empties on the floor, not even counting the ones that had been properly thrown away, or had been left half-drunk in various spots around the place, vastly outnumbered the remainder. The keg had been drained hours ago. The ice in the coolers had turned into slush.

Licking his lips now that he had a fresh drink in his hands, Liam took a quick look around the room. He was feeling horny and desperate. Most of the hot girls had already disappeared into the night with luckier guys. He couldn't understand it: he was a big, fit guy in every respect. Shouldn't one of the girls have been at least curious to know if the rumours were true - and he knew that they were - about his huge cock?

It wasn't as if not making it onto the college team had turned him into a fat, washed-up ex-footballer, either. Liam hadn't had his heart in the game at all; he only loved doing it since it gave him an excuse to get into great shape and a way in with girls. Now he could get a student discount on an adult's gym membership, and for the first few months of college he'd been swimming in pussy. "Maybe tonight's just a bad night?" he thought angrily, scanning the room.

That's when he noticed the guy hiding in the corner. Everyone else seemed to be ignoring him, probably because they were too busy drinking and talking with their friends. He looked like he was alone. Liam was sure he hadn't seen him earlier: he'd have been tough to miss, with that white hair and those weird clothes. "Probably an emo or some other weirdo," he summarised, taking a swig. "Definitely gay." Who else could get away dressing like that? Who would even want to?

Liam licked his lips again. Why had the weirdo come to this party? He didn't seem like he knew anyone else who was here, he didn't seem like he was enjoying himself; it felt more like he was waiting at the bus stop. Maybe he's cruising? Some shy gay boy fresh into college, trying desperately to lose his virginity but having no clue about how to do that?

A grin spread across Liam's face, and he felt a stirring in his groin, like a ghost was grabbing his dick. College was the time to experiment. There wasn't anyone around sober enough to remember it tomorrow. The weirdo would probably have a great time, maybe start acting and dressing like a vampire or whatever he was supposed to be. He'd also heard that guys gave better head anyway, something about having a dick yourself helping you understand what felt good.

"What harm could it do?" Liam thought, downing the rest of his new drink, crushing the can and letting it fall on the floor. "At least I'd be some horny little freshmen's first time."

Wobbling his way over, Liam slipped surprisingly adroitly around the lamp, sliding up uninvited into the same corner the weirdo had secreted himself. "Hey there," he slurred.

"Hey," the shy guy responded, his quiet voice somehow coming across very distinct over the loud music.

"Look," Liam went on, misinterpreting the weirdo's eyes sizing him up as being showing interest rather than passing judgement. "You're gay right? I can - " he paused to cough, "I can tell by your clothes."

"That doesn't really follow," the guy offered, shifting his weight to his other foot, "but I am."

"Great!" exclaimed Liam, grinning as he felt his eyes squeeze together. "Well, I've got a ten-inch cock with your name on it if you want."

"Ten inches?" the weirdo's bleached-looking eyebrow raised.

Liam nodded, looking at the weirdo's odd white hair. He reached up, patting it as he elaborated, "Yep, you can measure it if you really want to. Besides, look at me!" He raised up his arms, flexing them to show off that the bulges underneath his shirt weren't just well-shaped fat. He looked down at the guy, at least a head shorter than him. It's going to be just like it is with a girl, he thought. "Don't I look like the type of guy who has a big fat cock? Come on, let's go upstairs or somewhere and I'll show it to you."

"You've really got a ten-inch cock?" the guy asked, some of his reluctant shyness seeming to melt away. Liam knew that tone of voice well. Curious. Interested. Aroused.

Leering back, Liam looked at the weirdo's lips. Big and round, definitely good cock-sucking lips. "Come on, let's find somewhere more private and I can show you myself."

"Okay," the strange guy finally seemed to give in to his curiosity. "I know a place we can go and be alone."

Liam let himself be dragged along, the weirdo grabbing his wrist and navigating around the rubbish and passed-out people lying on the floor. They didn't head upstairs, which made sense to him; the bedrooms were probably all filled up with couples or more who'd gotten to the fun stuff earlier. Instead, they headed outside, walking across the lawn.

"I never noticed this shed before," Liam declared, looking at the rickety old tool shed that seemed to have materialised on the frat house's backyard.

"That's because it's not usually here," the weirdo declared, pausing to pull open the door.

Nodding - because that did make sense - Liam looked around the shed. It wasn't big, and mostly empty. He guessed someone had put it up, maybe as a prank or something, earlier in the evening, or in the afternoon when he'd been out helping to pick up supplies. There looked to be a few collars and things hanging off of hooks, and that was it. "Those yours, uh..." he asked, trailing off. Liam's brain didn't quite hear what the full answer was, but he got the first syllable. "Okay, Al, are you the one who brought this kinky shit?"

"I don't wear them, if that's what you mean," Al replied, "they're for the new guys."

"Oh?" grunted Liam in confusion. An idea occurred. "Oh!" It made sense now: someone was probably trying to pledge the fraternity, and this stuff was going to be used for the hazing.

Al pulled him into the shed, and shut the door. The sounds of the party quietened down quite a lot. Liam felt a ringing in his ears that he hadn't thought was there. "Oof," he grunted, covering his mouth as he burped. "Urp! Sorry."

"Charming," Al muttered. "So, you were saying something about a ten inch dick?"

Liam grinned, "That's right, yeah!" He fumbled at the front of his pants.

"What if you're lying?" Al wondered, his hands intercepting Liam's, keeping him from unzipping his fly. "What'll you give me then?"

"I'm not!" Liam insisted. His face felt red, and he licked his lips. "Come on, can't you just suck my dick?" Liam looked down at their touching hands. "Wow, this guy was a pale bastard," he thought, looking at the white hands through blurry eyes.

"Sure," Al replied, looming in closely. Liam could feel Al's breath against his chest through his shirt. "But we're both guys here. You know what that need is like. I'll suck you off, but first we compare cocks. If you're bigger, you can do whatever else you feel like you want with me. If I'm bigger, though, you've got to suck me off, and, uh," Al looked round just then, suddenly grabbing one of the collars off the wall, "I don't know, wear this while you do it?"

"No way, dude," Liam answered, turning away, "I'm not a ..." As soon as his hand touched the door to pull it open, his words caught in his throat, a moan coming out of his mouth instead. Al had swooped in behind him, somehow having time to loosen his belt and jam the two white hands he'd noticed before down the front of his pants. The soft, almost hairy, feeling of the hands touching his cock was electrifying. "Wow," he said, breathing out forcefully, "you move fast."

"When I have to," Al mumbled, sliding his hands up a little. The button holding Liam's jeans closed popped open, the fly zipping open a fraction of a moment later. The front of his boxers pushed out even further as Al yanked down his pants.

Liam stammered, "W-wait, I don't, uh." He stopped, unable to think of anything to say. His cock had popped out, thickening completely hard from its semi-erection that had been contained. It throbbed, Al's hands caressing it and his sack in a practised, fluid motion. Liam grunted again. He couldn't explain it: Al knew how to use his hands. This felt better than all the actual sex he had, and they'd barely gotten started.

"Come on," Al teased. "A big guy like you? What do you have to be scared of?"

"He's right," Liam thought. How the hell could this scrawny little guy force him to sucking his dick? Besides, now that he knew how good Al's hands were, he really wanted to know what it'd be like to have him suck his dick. It seemed all the stories he'd heard about gay guys might have been true after all. Sighing exasperatedly, Liam relented, "Okay, sure. Come on, whip it out, then. No cheating and doing it after I'm done."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Al purred. Liam almost felt bad, taking advantage of him like this; although he chalked most of that up to the fact Al wasn't tending to his throbbing erection at all. He looked down, not seeing a gigantic package. He breathed out, the cocky grin reappearing on his face. There was no way the guy was hiding something bigger than his package in those tight little jeans, he estimated.

With Liam showing his, it was time for Al to reveal himself. He seemed to enjoy the agonisingly long process of loosening the elaborate belt buckle in front of his pants, pulling it out completely before even really touching his pants. Mercifully, he seemed to have gotten just as keen as Liam, because he pulled down his black trousers with one fluid motion. "Ta-da!" Al exclaimed.

The cocky grin vanished from Liam's face as Al's cock swung into view. "No fucking way!" he thought, watching as a member that reached down too damned close to Al's knees swung up and down like a mad pendulum, testicles jostling around below like his balls were fighting one another.

Interweaving his fingers, Al cracked his knuckles. Wriggling his fingers free, he looked up into Liam's shocked, frozen expression and grinned. "They don't call me Alakazam for nothing," he replied.

"What?" Liam mumbled, unable to figure out what had just happened. A cock that big, he thought, would definitely have made a bulge in those thin-cut pants Al had been wearing.

"It's Alakazam," Alakazam insisted, "not Al. Don't worry, big boy, if you weren't lying to me before, you can call me anything you want."

Liam mumbled in confusion again. The only solace he found was in Al touching his cock again, standing on tiptoes to bring their cocks together. Confusion gave way to silent cursing: Al's cock dwarfed his. He could see the outline of the pale - although, given how hard Al was, not quite as pale as the rest of him was - cock underneath his. Al wasn't just longer, but thicker too. The heat as their cocks touched was oddly nice, but he couldn't think of anything other than ways of getting away.

Once he got his dick sucked, of course.

Liam had felt like his cock was shrivelling, although it was definitely as hard as ever. In fact, with Alakazam apparently comfortable with staying on his tiptoes, the touch of their cocks together was making him feel really good. "Have I been gay this whole time?" he wondered, immediately banishing the thought. Tried to, at least; certain thoughts lingering in his mind.

"Well, looks like someone's just a big old liar," Al chuckled. "Bet you learned your lesson about lying now, huh?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," Liam answered. He still felt confused, even after Al stepped back, crouching down in front of him on those weird legs of his. Al's hands gripped onto Liam's legs as he moved himself into position. Liam wondered if they had always been as hairy as they felt, like animal paws trying to grab at him.

"Not quite though, huh?" Al wondered, the bridge of his oddly-fuzzy nose tickling Liam's cock as he moved his mouth into position.

"Oh fuck!" Liam yelped, stumbling back a little as his back smacked into the door, which stayed firmly stuck. He couldn't hear any of the sounds of the party now, just the racing of his own heart pulsing in his ears as Al's lips opened, his face plunging forward as Liam's cock disappeared into the opened mouth.

Al seemed to know exactly what to do with his hands, reaching between Liam's legs as he spread them apart. The furry backs of Al's hands brushed up against Liam's inner thighs and caressed his taint. The guy definitely didn't seem virginal to Liam at all: even if he'd been lying about how big his cock had been, most of the girls he knew still would have gagged if they'd gone from nothing to full deep-throat the way Al had done. The only sounds he could hear, above his heartbeat, was a loud slurping. It seemed a little funny to him, something humorous twitching readily on his lips, but this felt amazingly good. His whole cock was tingling. He didn't want this stopping for any reason.

After a few bobs of Al's head on his cock, though, Liam started to get concerned. Not enough for him to want to ask him to stop - the blow job still felt amazing, and more than what he was expecting - but he couldn't escape a nagging draining feeling. His manhood still felt as hard as ever, and the tingling on the surface as Al continued to suck on it was still as amazingly intense. Except the tingling wasn't quite right. It was like, Liam thought, struggling to find the right words to make the comparison, cotton candy. The froth on the edge which felt nice against your tongue, only the sugar was dissolving.

Feeling worried, Liam finally did something but stand there like an idiot and breathe. Putting his hand on Al's forehead, he pushed his head back. Red eyes looked up with a threatening inquisitiveness. "Fuck," Liam thought, "how did I miss that?" Suddenly, he felt very nervous. Chiding himself for being silly - he was so much bigger and stronger than Al - Liam asked, slightly unnerved, "Can you, uh, stop for a bit?"

"Sure," Al said, opening his mouth wide; Liam's cock springing out wet and red with arousal. Al leaned back on the ground. The shed suddenly felt, contradictory to common sense, both larger and smaller at the same time. The hooks with the collars on them seemed higher off the ground, but Al's sprawling body seemed to be taking up more space on the ground than he'd judged earlier. "I didn't think you'd be up for it right now, but my cock's waiting for you." It seemed to be: Liam glanced down, watching as the massive erection - which seemed even bigger - twitched, a line of pre-cum appearing to settle against the floor.

Fanning his surprisingly-loose shirt against his body, Liam shook his head, despite feeling a weird current of excitement pass through his cock. "No, not yet," he answered, stalling for time. "It just felt a bit weird, that's all."

"Not bad, I hope?" Al chuckled, sliding his foot up Liam's leg. Liam looked down, noting how weird the foot looked. Almost like it was a paw. The whole leg had that odd look, especially with all the white hair that was on it.

Feeling strangely trapped - knowing something wasn't right, but his mind unable to focus on it, especially with his cock still throbbing and unsatisfied - Liam answered, "Oh no, you're really good at it."

"Thanks," Al smiled, tapping confidently on the wall. Something snapped; Al's quick arm shot out, catching the hook and the collar that had just fallen off the wall. "Oops!" he interrupted himself. "But yeah, thanks. I try to get in as much practice as I can. So what's the matter?" Al asked, placing the leash between his teeth, biting down in a way Liam took to be suggestive.

"Something feels weird, wrong, I guess?" Liam stammered, unable to help watch as Al watched him. He felt transfixed by those red eyes of his, which seemed to glow a little. He wondered how drunk he was, because Al's face seemed to be shifting in front of his eyes. Al's hands left the collar in his mouth, moving down to unbutton his shirt, his white furry chest slowly becoming exposed. The sight sent another shiver down his cock: despite looking like a gangly geek before, Liam saw that underneath the fur there was some nicely-defined muscles. "Wow, I - " he started, stopping himself.

"No," Al insisted, the collar sliding down his nest to settle on his pectorals. "Continue your thought."

"I don't know," Liam answered, feeling his face flush. He fanned himself down again, his shirt billowing out, sending the smell of his nervous, drunk sweat wafting into the air. "I guess, I was just surprised at how strong you were."

"I spend a lot of time on a farm," Al clarified. "There's a lot of really physical chores involved. It's a good workout. Not as focused as what you get up to, but then I wasn't really much of a gym bunny."

Bunny. The word seemed to light up Liam's brain like Christmas lights. He wondered why he hadn't noticed it before: the strange eyes, the inhuman shape of his face, the legs and the fur. The realisation seemed to cause Al's two real ears to spring out of whatever confusing, invisible mist had been hiding them from him the whole time.

Liam asked, "Who are you?"

"I already told you," Alakazam said, his athletic body curling up, bounding to his feet. "I'm Alakazam. Not Al." The collar rolled down his chest; with a well-timed, gentle thrust, his cock speared through the closed leather strap. "Now, I've taken off my shirt, don't you think you should take off yours?"

"S-sure," Liam answered, hands trembling as he reached down. The ears made Alakazam look a lot bigger, he thought, pulling off his shirt. His body hair seemed to stand up on end. That felt strange, wrong; he looked down at the thick pelt of fur - what else could it be if it was that thick - that stretched down. Creamy white on his chest, not quite the bone-white stuff that covered Alakazam's body, and around his hands, with a deep black wrapping around his back.

As Liam's eyes widened in shock, Alakazam growled, tongue sliding over his lips, "That's good, now I think we had a deal, didn't we?" Liam felt the point literally drive into him, the tip of Alakazam's cock jabbing above his crotch. He looked down: somehow Alakazam's cock was either growing, or his was shrinking. Maybe both, he thought.

Unconsciously, Liam licked his lips. "I've never done this before," he stated.

"Oh, it's easy, little guy," Alakazam chuckled, patting Liam's head roughly, then he grabbed it, Liam feeling Alakazam's strong muscles working. Obediently, he fell to his knees, shoes slipping off of his feet. He didn't have time to consider what that meant, since Alakazam's meaty cock was being shoved up against his furry face. "First, why don't you take a nice good whiff with that cute little nose of yours?"

"Cute?" Liam wondered. Nobody had called him cute in years, especially not when he started hitting the gym in a big way. It unnerved him, made him feel even smaller than he did right now. "No, no, that's definitely not right," he thought.

Quickly darting a look down told him he was right, at least now. His furry body showed no signs of the big muscles he'd had when he came in. Even his shirt looked big as his knees rested on it where he'd let it drop. He couldn't understand what was going on.

Then Alakazam almost jabbed him in the eye with his hard shaft, a thick streak of pre-cum running down his face. Even that, Liam noted, felt wrong, a weird tingling in his face, thick white bristles spearing from his upper lip. "What's the hold up?" growled Alakazam.

"Why is a rabbit threatening me?" Liam wondered, but Alakazam's strong grip on his head convinced him not to put too much thought into rebelling. Besides, he rationalised, it was just a sniff. Sure, of another guy's privates, but at least he could say he was forced into it. "And at least he's got a big dick," Liam found his mind adding as his short, growing muzzle was forced into Alakazam's crotch.

Breathing in deeply, Liam thought he might fool Alakazam into thinking whatever his plan was was working. "Just go along with it for now," he thought, feeling Alakazam's scent washing down the back of his throat. Images of a farm, the now huge, very muscular rabbit entered his head: walking around shirtless, hulking huge pieces of wood around on his shoulders, the huge cock and massive balls barely contained in a bulging pair of blue overalls and nothing else.

"You like that?" Alakazam asked confidently.

"Yeah," Liam replied genuinely, reaching down to touch himself. He squeezed his cock, clear juices dripping out of him eagerly, making his puffed-up palm slick with his own juices. There had been something immensely satisfying about the way Alakazam smelled. So confident, so self-assured. He knew he'd felt that way before, but it was harder to feel that way now. Alakazam was looming over him, his giant cock dribbling fluids down his nose from where it had slid up his new muzzle.

This answer earned Liam a pat on the cheek. "Good boy," cooed Alakazam, "I thought you'd like my big cock."

"Wasn't I thinking the same thing about you?" Liam thought. Then he realised his mouth was open, strange fang-like teeth curling out of the way, the head of Alakazam's dick sliding down his muzzle as he leaned back, tongue dripping with anticipation. He paused, the tip falling onto his tongue. It tasted salty, but he suddenly wanted to taste more.

"Don't you think there's something you're forgetting?" asked Alakazam, tapping a finger sharply onto the top of Liam's head. By his first instinct, Liam wanted to pull his ears back and hiss, although he wasn't sure about if it was being told what to do, or that he'd been interrupted from getting on with the job at hand. Then he noticed the collar, remembered - or at least half-remembered - thoughts filtering through his head.

Unbuckling the collar, Liam put it around his neck. It felt eerily well, the plain black leather against his fur giving him a giddy thrill. This one didn't come with a leash, but he could feel that he'd already given control to Alakazam. The collar just made it more real. Liam reached down to touch himself again, whimpering with excitement, even though it was sure it had shrunk even more since he touched it only a few moments ago.

"That's better," Alakazam chuckled, patting him. "Now you're really my cute little scaredy cat. For a while, anyway."

Liam squirmed, claws suddenly bursting out of his furry fingers and toes as he braced himself on the ground for a moment, a surge of excitement washing over him. His butt twitched shooting out, he moaned, feeling something twitching against the door, just above where he thin buttocks rested. "I've got a tail!" he realised, moments before Alakazam's cock ensnared his mind again.

"You're going to want to do a good job with this, I think," Alakazam suggested. "Get it all nice and wet and slippery."

Feeling compelled - by the collar, by Alakazam's voice, and by his own traitorous, shrinking cock - Liam raised his hands off the floor, sliding up with his jaw straining to remain open. He judged how far he needed to stretch to get all of Alakazam's fat cock head inside him, and he wasn't sure his muzzle could take it. But it was what Alakazam wanted, and he couldn't really disobey the huge, hulking and hot rabbit leering down at him, could he?

The tip tasted just as salty as his pre-cum, even more as the head poking out of Alakazam's foreskin shimmered with it. Liam felt himself flush and squirm some more, excited at the idea that formed in his mind: Alakazam really wanted to fuck him. Somehow, that made him feel almost special in a way.

Liam tried to remember all the times he'd received blow jobs, but it all seemed to be a weird blur, like he was still drunk and unable to remember anything. Reality felt pretty tenuous around him, as it was, and he was experiencing it: the smell of the heat of Alakazam's crotch; the feeling of the wide shaft rubbing along the ridged roof of his mouth; the sound of grunted approval as his aching jaw slipped more of the cock inside him; the taste of salty pre-cum as it drooled excitedly out of the twitching tip; the sight of the shaft bulging and twitching with excitement.

"Yeah, that's good," Alakazam encouraged, repeating, "make sure it's nice and slippery."

As he got more comfortable, Liam felt himself getting more into it. He could, vaguely, push through the haze of arousal and remember his old self, enjoying himself after a good work-out with a tired but well-earned jerk-off. There was something fun about playing with a big, fat cock like this one. He risked another touch of his own cock; it felt so small, he guessed only a couple of inches long. This was the only way he had of holding onto that yearning.

Hungrily, Liam's head began to bob, hands reaching up, ruffling up Alakazam's otherwise smooth, white fur. "These are some massive legs," he thought, his cock twitching in approval as his hands slipped up and to the centre, wrapping around the base that required both hands to even reach around. His eyes raised, watching the rhythmic tightening of Alakazam's firm, thick abdominals.

Liam moaned, his mouth full of dick, as he wondered if someone could cum just by looking at someone hot.

He admitted it to himself: the rabbit was hot. He found a guy hot. It still made him nervous, the butterflies flapping around in his stomach threatening to ruin their combined enjoyment of him sucking on Alakazam's penis. But Liam wasn't going to allow that to happen. He was too contented to let anything in that might ruin that.

Alakazam seemed to have other ideas, pushing in a little faster than Liam was ready for. He tried breathing in through his nose as much as possible - which wasn't much, considering how excessively big Alakazam's cock had become - and this almost made things worse. Liam's mind was practically swimming in Alakazam's scent now, the warm odour of the wild outdoors and the even wilder bedroom soaking into his brain.

"That seems good enough," Alakazam announced, suddenly pulling out and holding Liam's head back just as quickly as he'd started his rapid thrusting. He held his cock in his hand, smacking it against the flesh. The rabbit smiled approvingly, squeezing the tip to unleash a bit of clogged-up pre-cum, which he added to the slick fluids already covering the tip and a fair bit of the sides of his manhood.

"Why?" Liam asked, a nervous panic filling him with imagined wrongdoings on his part.

"Because," Alakazam smiled, catching Liam's eyes and suddenly laughing. "Oh, you still haven't figured it out? You really are a virgin!" While Liam flushed beneath his fur, Alakazam explained, "I want you to turn around."

Realisation dawned in Liam's face, a mixture of excitement and apprehension as he felt his ass almost twitch excitedly. Alakazam grunted, pumping his dick to keep it primed, as Liam obeyed, arms bracing against the wall due to them being trapped in the cramp shed. Hearing and feeling Alakazam's cock thump and smack up against his ass felt exciting. His tail shot out, almost like an aroused furry dick, as Alakazam grabbed it.

"Just relax," Alakazam suggested. Liam tried, but it wasn't quite enough: he yowled, letting his new animal side out, noise rattling his ears. His brain couldn't register it, nor the hard grunting from the buff rabbit behind him. All he could feel was the pain as his ring was forcibly stretched out, well beyond what was natural. The second thrust wasn't much easier, but he had the initial shock out of the way.

Allowing his claws to scrape across the wood floor, Liam waited for further thrusts to happen. One - he'd lost count by that point - made it it, and Alakazam continued to slowly, but diligently, push his way inside. Initially it was all just pain and discomfort. Then suddenly, the huge cock rubbed up against something inside him - his prostate, Liam guessed, from all that he knew from before about things going up butts - and his moans weren't just because his ass had the equivalent of a large fist being thrust into it.

"Oh my god! Liam tried to moan, except all that came out was a mousy squeak with each thrust from behind. The stabs of pleasure filled his small cock with excitement, the tip - most of it was tip, really - throbbing between his legs. His balls had shrunk as well, and his system overflowed with the fluids that had gathered in him from his old ones and the new ones as his body had changed.

Alakazam flooded his ass with hot cum: every twitch of the cock that stretched his little pink butthole reverberated through Liam's whole body. He closed his eyes, his mind reaching for the pleasure, the little bits of relief beyond the pain until eventually the pain itself felt good. His own orgasm happened as almost an afterthought, his small cock shooting out a surprising quantity of cum to add to the mess that squelched around inside him, waiting for a chance to escape as Alakazam's thrusting started to mercifully slow down.

Pulling out with a satisfied grunt, Alakazam let his fluids trickle down Liam's scrotum, grabbing his still-pumping dick and giving the freshly-minted cat-man a good smack across the ass. Slapping both of his ass-cheeks, he complimented, "Well, that was fun. Anyway, back to my place!"

Liam felt himself being hoisted to his feet, from behind, legs feeling very weak as he was forced to stand. Giving the door three firm knocks, the door swung open. Outside, the sun had come up over what was distinctly not the back of the house they'd just been at for a party. A field filled with shortly-munched grass stretched out to the fenced boundaries, which led to further fields as far as the eye could see. Having given up trying to understand all of the weird stuff that had been happening to him, Liam asked, "Is this your farm?"

"Sort of," Alakazam answered. "I'm more of a caretaker of sorts. Come on, I'll show you around and get you settled in."

"Settled in?" Liam asked, wincing as he took the few steps out of his cabin. Walking on paws was weird, but it came uncomfortably naturally to him. He wondered how else Alakazam had screwed him.

"You didn't think you were going to get away with us having one quick fuck, did you?" Alakazam chuckled. "You're certainly not the worst person I've met, but you've got to learn to be more honest with yourself. Then, maybe, you can go back. Assuming you even want to, of course. I'll bet you've told a lot of little white lies in your time, at the very least."

Liam felt his face turn red, unable to help himself by asking, "Are you going to fuck me hard for all those times too?"

"Why?" Alakazam grinned, eyes glowing so intensely it seemed to darken the fur around his eyes, "Do you think being a giant slut is your truth?"

"No, no," Liam answered quickly. Then, confessed, "It was painful, but there was stuff I really enjoyed."

The scariness left Alakazam's expression, his eyes glowing with genuine warmth. "Well, that's a good start," he said. He clapped his hands together, looking down at himself with some surprise at the deepness of the sound as it echoed around the valley. "And here I am, setting a bad example! The thing about lying is, you should only use it when everyone's in on it, when people want to be fooled. Then it's more..." he paused for effect. He snapped his fingers. Almost instantaneously, smoke seemed to blow off of his huge buff body, muscles and giant cock dissipating into the air, leaving behind a much more slender rabbit man in blue overalls. "... smoke and mirrors," he concluded.

Liam blinked, staring down at himself when he felt the strange weight of clothing tug on him out of nowhere. He, too, had been magicked into a pair of blue overalls, which given his size made him look like a little boy playing dress-up with his dad's clothes.

"Well, I threw that in for you," Alakazam joked. "You seemed to have a thing for them. Besides, I think if you're a good boy, you'll find you'll grow into them rather quickly." Taking Liam's hands, they slowly walked up to some stables, Alakazam explaining the basics of what Liam would need to do while he was here.

The stables came alive with the sound of panicked braying as they drew near. Alakazam paused with what he was saying, a dangerously wicked grin appearing on his face. "Try not to do the wrong thing, some people don't take too kindly to punishments. Like Otis in there."

"Otis?" Liam asked, as Alakazam pushed open the stable doors. A lone jack was locked in a pen, clearly desperate to get out or do something. When he saw Alakazam, he seemed to get more wild, more intense.

"This stubborn jackass hasn't learned his lesson yet," Alakazam answered, shaking his head sadly. "He's still a stubborn jackass. I tried to be a sweetheart and give him his old body back, but it seemed like he wasn't very appreciative, so maybe I should give him another little time out."

Alakazam snapped his fingers again. Liam's eyes were drawn to the donkey; he hadn't noticed it before, but the eyes had been quite intelligent before. That quickly drained out of them, the braying quietening down. Alakazam pulled out two carrots, offering one to a clearly pleased "Otis" while nibbling on one himself.

"He's proving to be a pain in the ass, that one," Alakazam explained, the wicked grin returning. Liam felt a shiver run down his spine. "I wouldn't want the same thing happening to you."

He grabbed hold of the donkey's large ear, pulling it down and whispering intensely, "One more chance, bucko." He turned back to Liam, who tried to shrink even smaller. "And as for you, I'm sure I can trust on you reporting on his naughty behaviour honestly, can't I?"