Never Make Decisions on an Empty Stomach
Cameron sighed as he failed to take control of his tail and it's incessant thumping. He never could. It was just that sort of thing that he did when he was nervous. He sat on that crinkling paper that only gets louder as you wait on your doctor and tried to distract himself by looking at the supposedly calming pictures on the wall. Selling his body for research seemed like such a good idea at the time but the waiver suddenly left him worried. He hadn't counted on the concepts that the little bit of legalese brought up. He tried to look at the peaceful meadow hanging on the wall but he couldn't get his mind off the waiver. Everything reminded him of the waiver. Well everything but the doctor.
He'd met bears before but never a polar bear. She seemed huge. Not in that intimidating way that males are huge but in that cozy way that big cushy breasts are huge. Breasts. He locked onto them unconsciously as they moved in the loosely fitted but cleavage baring blouse that kept them only scantly in check. Her fur was brilliant and thick. Probably not a very comfortable layer in the summer but for such a cool winter she must have been toasty even in the blizzard that struck hard last week. Toasty and soft. Big and...
"Mister Altek, right?" she said with a rich foreign accent. The kind that speaks of exotic eastern European cafes with snowy landscapes and smoky back rooms with big, pillowy... "I know my breasts are full today but I'll need your attention for a while. I have a few things to discuss with you before we get into the experiment."
Cameron blushed and apologized fumblingly as the big bear took a seat across from him and extracted his file. She didn't exactly seem friendly but her voice was definitely kind and relaxing. She asked in short patient bursts for lots of information that he'd given already to the project manager, the receptionist and her nurse but he answered them all again fading in and out while he listened. She had a hypnotic quality to the way spoke and moved. A lot of the words she used had the same sounds in them. The roo couldn't quite understand why that mattered but his mind just seemed to notice like picking out a shape in the fog. He couldn't piece together what sound or word it was but he kept hearing it. It was nice. It was reassuring even. She had big lips. Soft, glossy black lips. Pretty ones too. They made lovely shapes and soft pretty noises. Round ones like her breasts. Those big, warm breasts. Her hips too. They shook every so often when she had to write something down or crossed those strong, curvy legs.
Cameron could have watched for hours. Maybe he did but soon enough she stood and he looked back at her like he was snapping out of a daze. She pulled her lab coat forward a bit, making it cling to the waving figure of her waist and hips accenting them nicely showing just how much bear was really with him in that room. He could easily guess from his angle on the exam table that he could grab just one side of her ass with both hands and not even cover the whole thing. God he loved big women. Maybe it was just bear women. Either way this doctor was doing things to him and he loved it. His tail kept thumping at the table, shaking it now in his excitement, as she extracted a needle from it's box on her desk. "Now this will just be a pinch," she explained in that velvety voice of hers. She leaned in close and her breasts sunk with the weight of the real ones. Soon enough she was close enough that he could have touched them and still called it an accident but he just stared down her cleavage, distracting himself from such an awful thing as a shot. He was never really afraid of them. He'd had a number in fact but no one... well no one in their right mind, really liked them.
The doctor was wearing something. A perfume, maybe. It was gorgeous; thick and sensual. It radiated from the fold between her snow white bosoms. It was intoxicating and he wanted to know what it was just to get some for his next girlfriend. Maybe send some to her after the experiment. He breathed deeply and he thought he heard her laugh. He imagined it was a rare sound reserved for special little kangaroos who got a little too fond of her. Maybe he was imagining all of it. He still wanted to her it some more but all too quickly came the pinch and that disgusting feeling of something not blood coursing into his veins. She pulled away slowly and disposed of her needle in the container next to her desk and clapped those big paws together. "The nurse will show you to your room. I'll be in to check on you periodically. If you experience anything unusual be sure to tell me. If anything begins to hurt tell the nurse."
Knowing that she would leave was heartbreaking. He was just starting to make a plot to cop a feel and that perfume was drifting away. Cameron couldn't think of a flower that it resembled. Perfumes were supposed to be flowery weren't they? But the little rat who'd led him in appeared at the door grinning that dopey grin he had when the met. He chattered incessantly. In fact he was the exact opposite of the doctor. Small, talkative, friendly and male. So disappointingly male. If he weren't, Cameron guessed he might have been more interested, but as he was it just got on his nerves a little bit. He nodded and laughed where he was supposed to until they disembarked from the elevator and found their way to his little dorm. It all still felt like a hospital with the whites and the overly clean smells but at least the bed was accommodating. The room was small but the roo was never very fond of big rooms. Wide open spaces sure but big open rooms were a little intimidating for some reason.
The dresser next under the window was topped with his suitcase, emptied and cared for by the orderlies so instead of worrying about unpacking he tossed himself carelessly to the bed. It crushed lightly under his weight then tossed him back up a bit until his momentum faded and he was left still in the warm cozy blankets tossed around him. That doctor had infected him and he couldn't help but compare the comforter to her fur. White and thick and oh so soft. He brushed his fingers a long it slowly and scoffed at himself after he realized it. Maybe he should alleviate the tension a little... First a shower then he could get rid of the smell of bleach.
Before he was upright, Cameron peeled his shirt off and tossed it toward the hamper conveniently left open by the door and with a quick wiggle of his hips he was standing and his pants slid down his legs to pool on the floor. It always felt so good to get undressed after a long day, or a short one, or any other reason he could think of. He stood in his briefs and checked the room once more and stopped at the mirror. He didn't have a great body but it was nice. Slim without being waif-like, sandy fur without looking dirty. Overall he liked himself. Even if he was a little short. He sat back on his tail and looked a little longer than he usually would but it felt like such a long time since he'd seen himself so he looked. He watched the lines of his almost stereotypically thick legs and rubbed his smooth belly until his eyes fell between his legs. A sly grin wrapped around his muzzle at the heavy mound trapped in the white cloth. His height only improved the sense of size in it. He remembered the many times he'd shut up the boasting jerks and jocks he'd spent most of his life with by unzipping his pants and pulling it out. He wasn't really as big as people tended to think he was but it was nothing to scoff at either.
With a greedy grip the kangaroo reached into the y-front and pulled out his half-hard inches and turned it this way and that in the light. Maybe not quite big enough for a bear like his doctor but enough that she might get something out of it. After all, after he got her started there were other ways to ensure her satisfaction. He cinched his fingers tighter and lamented how cool it was compared to nice juicy sex but he couldn't help but enjoy it. Thinking about the doctor must have gotten him even more worked up than he thought. He was tender and sensitive today, just a couple strokes and he was hard as rock and leaking profusely over his paw. It was nice, nice enough to need to shut his eyes. Maybe a little mental image of those lushious, soft...
Breasts? He opened his eyes and saw something he couldn't have possibly anticipated. His chest had swollen but not just swollen; expanded. Little hanging mounds of tawny flesh bounced for a moment as he ripped his wet paw away from his dick. He stared into the mirror blankly, watching as those mounds turned slowly to globes. When he first saw them he thought it was just a trick of the light but now Cameron really did have boobs. Not big, yet. Barely B's but they were growing. He reached up slowly with his lust slicked paw and touched one. They were natural. Just as natural and warm as his doctor's looked and it swelled a little faster at the attention. He lifted his other fingers and fondled both of them like a kid getting his first look at big ones. He lifted them then dropped them, feeling their weight against his chest and watching as they dropped and jiggled almost playfully. He pressed them together then spread them apart. The more the roo touched them the more sensitive they got. Or was that because they were getting bigger? Soon his fingers were moving in great earnest around a pair of big C's twisting the turgid nipples and squeezing them like he did when he got carried away with any girl he'd gotten that far with. He moaned and panted, gasping at how rough he was with himself but he couldn't help it. He had nice tits.
But he was interrupted by a sudden pinch. Not a pinch like the good doctor with her velvet voice but a blunt pressure between his legs. The surprise wasn't painful but it made him jump, failing to land on his tail and instead sending him on his back to the floor. The pinch remained for a long time, weakening slowly but lingering all the same. He scrambled out of his underwear, piecing together the puzzle, until he saw not quite what he expected. His balls were bigger. His shaft was too but his balls seemed to have grown more than that had. Cameron stroked them gently, like his breasts his junk had grown more sensitive and just that made him shoot a wad of pre up to his nose, splattering with a salty sweet scent he wasn't familiar with. He licked despite himself, more out of reflex than curiosity, but it wasn't bad. He could get used to it and the more he fondled himself the more he guessed he would have to get used to it. It spurted and jetted around his face and ears and a few landed in his mouth between pants. But the biggest surprise made him shoot much farther.
He wasn't sure whether it was the surprise of his finger going so much further than he expected or the feeling of his moving finger itself but he was suddenly filled with a brimming energy. It tingled over his whole body, then echoed back toward his sunken fingers then the feeling came again as he extracted them. A quick pant helped the roo regain his composure and with a tender lift of his balls he saw it in the long mirror. A pair of soft lips, glistening with that feminine juice and leaking copiously down his loins. He held his heavy balls to the side while he teased it. Biting his lips to keep from moaning out like he did when he explored his breasts. It was definitely his most sensitive spot now. The tiniest touches were like explosions of colour and sound and sensation in his head. That soft fold and the turgid nub just above tingled not long after he'd begun. And he couldn't imagine that's how every girl ever felt. He would have gotten more action if that were true.
His debate was short lived in the end as three quick knocks rapped on the door. Cameron stumbled in a panic. He searched blindly for something to cover himself but his bed was over there and his clothes wouldn't be enough either way. He opened his mouth to call out for a minute but rather than sound coming out, the door opened. He quickly swung his arms to cover the heavy C's hanging from his chest and the amalgam of organs throbbing between his legs and instead of getting a mousy apology he heard that soft derisive laugh again. It was deep and earthy and relaxing, disarming even. He crawled to his feet with the help of his tail now that the initial embarrassment was replaced by the gentle long term humiliation of being observed with a boner. Or a dripping pussy.
"This is excellent. You took to the serum much faster than we expected," the bear doctor commented in that same cool but patient tone she had when she interviewed him. She closed the distance between them with one step of her powerful, long legs. Her lab coat was left somewhere, the exact location didn't matter at all. Now it was just that blouse in all it's cleavage-baring beauty. It seemed tighter than before suddenly, scarcely able to contain those big, soft globes. He could smell the perfume from before despite the mingled scents of dripping dick and sopping snatch and it was even lovelier than he remembered and it only served to make his hand and his thighs wetter. She moved closely, her wide hips shifting like a runway model despite their beautiful thickness and the commanding, mesmerizing gait weakened his defenses enough that when she was close enough she didn't have to move his arms at all to reach for his new, tender breasts and squeeze them gently.
He moaned out loud long before he realized that was his voice filling the room with simpering sounds of joy. She had such soft, gentle hands but he could easily feel how strong she was. Much stronger than him. Not the way a man is strong, though, this was very different. Cameron found it very appealing as her big fingers rubbed softly at his nipples making them stand a bit amid his fur. He was putty in her hands and frankly he wasn't sure he could move if he wanted to. SHe was talking again and he was watching the shapes her lips made again, smelling the growing smell of her perfume... wait perfume doesn't get stronger. It didn't matter for long though. She was asking him questions about something... maybe about his tits. THe tits that her hands never released, the tits that only seemed to get more and more sensitive the more she touched them.
He lost track of time long ago as she interviewed all over again, letting his mind drift on those gentle waves of sound until she finally relinquished his tits and lowered her fingers. He shook his head gently through the musky, feminine charm but she was still talking, clouding his mind, but he snapped much closer to full consciousness when he felt one soft hand curl around his dick and the other stroke the lips of his pussy. He moaned again, almost screaming in pleasure just from the touch itself as she paused her interview long enough to get far too familiar with his sexes. And she was get familiar very quickly. He couldn't tell if it was from practice by herself or with friends but she really knew how to make him writhe flicking gently at the clit, squeezing that spot where his shaft meets the head anything and everything he'd ever thought and then some.
THe roo could hardly stand so he didin't. Falling forward, he found himself face first, deep in the bear's cleavage and he could help but breathe in her scent. It was heady and beautiful and defintely not perfume. He was smelling her. He was smelling her in the examination room. It was musky and just like that room he'd imagined when she first spoke. Cameron buried himself deeper, pushing his nose into her sternum to make sure he was getting the most dense source of the smell while his hands trailed up her sides slowly. He traced her hips and her waist, which she shook teasingly to encourage him upward, until they found their way invariably to her full, pillow, soft, warm breasts. He vaugely tried to imitate the way she'd touched his but he was just clumsy, too fogged to hypnotized with scent and sound to really focus. But all the same she growled earthily and seemed to to enjoy herself, at least as far as he could tell so he kept on.
Suddenly, he was off his feet, how long ago that was he couldn't tell but she was completely in charge, he trusted her, it didn't matter. SHe was taking him somewhere, the bed maybe but she never stopped teasing his poor, needy pussy. Finally he was on the ground again. No too soft. A bed. But his precious, boobs were taken away. Cameron could have sworn he heard a whimper but all too soon he felt something he couldn't have imagined. Wet and hot and a little rough passed over his soft leaking folds. It pushed against him gently making him squirm like it was torture. Maybe it was but in the best way physically possible. THe bear's tongue, the dark muscle he'd seen so many times from watching her talk, was all over him, washing the hot juices leaking from his sex, swirling around his little nub, even washing the precum and sweat from his balls. This feeling was too much. He tried prayed to whoever could hear him that he would eat out every girl he ever met from now on so long as she didn't stop but he was too lost in sensation to make that thought coherent. Instead his body just tensed up, gasping at the smooth surfaces of her teeth when she so very carefully, pushed her broad muzzle into his crotch.
He shivered and twisted as her tongue pushed his folds apart firmly, until he was penetrated for the second time ever by the world's single most skilled muscle. It cupped into him, making it's length seem to grow even as she licked, to tease the entirety of his inner walls, then it twisted lengthwise to swirl it's way out. She lashed at his new, mind blowing G spot, she sucked at his clit and she even stroked his dick, the poor organ he'd almost forgotten in the glory of being eaten out for the first time. Cameron's panting and graoning suddenly began to cressendo until he gulped in a huge breath and his body shook like an isolated earthquake shook his bed. He shot hard up into the air, much more than he ever had before then his pussy convulsed in a way he hardly even had words for. They pulsed in unison. Dumping thick messy ropes of cum into the air just to splatter on his face and the bed anthe wall behind him but it didn't seem to matter. FOr all it's hot creamy volume, running down his cheeks, pooling in his ears and even filling his panting, desperate mouth all he could feel was his body pushing it out.
Quivering with the gentle slip back to earth, he realized that his pussy was still full of bear tongue and he was still being stroked by that beautiful. He was surprised to find he was more than ready for more. THen, before his first orgasm was really, completely done, he screamed again, shooting up more cum and squirting out that wet love from his pussy soaking his sheets in his various forms of gratification. He could finally feel the hot, sticky fluid trailing through his fur and his body laying exhausted on the musky linens. He could hardly lift his head but when he heard that hypnotic voice he could help but try.
"I would suggest you continue to exercise your new organs a while more," she said, licking her wet lips. Wet, sloppy, beautiful, lucious lips. Big, pillowy... what was she talking about? Pills? "Then you'll call me when you have anymore changes."
Then she turned around. He was wet and hard all over again. Best decision. Ever