Playing for a new team
This is a story written for my by Joshiah and takes place in the "Anal Overtime" universe, enjoy~
(Sort of a sequel/side story to the "Anal Overtime" series, this story features a new pair of lustful creatures dipping their toes in the transformation pool! Sam can't help feeling a little uncomfortable around the orgy that's broken out at the Super Bowl party, but a drink from his friend, Ian, doesn't help to calm his nerves: it sets his body into a torrid state of heat, and gives him a form more fitting of a desperate bunny. Enjoy!)
The big game was finally coming to a close, Fred was rutting Jesse for the third consecutive time, and while the game was coming to an exciting finale, there were always going to be people at a football party who weren't excited by the sport, or weren't in favor of the outcome.
Sam was lucky enough to be the former, and didn't have a lot of stock in the game he was watching, but he couldn't deny just how intently his eyes focused on the in-house halftime show. What started as a mere reprieve from the game on the television turned into a full blown marathon, and while Fred and Jesse were finally starting to wear down, their guests were fired up and pairing off willfully, each one looking to claim a bedroom in the house before all of them were taken.
Gray fur upon tense digits sat still as the bunny watched close, but didn't take action, like some of the other guests around him. He wasn't bothered by the fact that one of his fellow onlookers was jacking off next to him, necessarily, but he didn't have the gumption to pull his own cock free from his jeans, despite the growing splotch of precum against the front of his boxers, and the uncomfortable shape of his shaft against the denim.
"A...Anyone need a drink?" he asked, finding it a bit uncomfortable to be one of the few who wasn't being picked for some kind of a sexual activity.
He wasn't surprised when there were few answers from the crowd, and those who did answer gave a resounding "No."
"Got it," he replied dryly, standing up from the couch and doing his best not to get in the way of the real action. The football game was all but over, and while Jesse was desperately begging for a third load of cum inside of her folds, Sam wasn't sure that he could sit by and watch that request be fulfilled, as the only person flying properly solo.
He also didn't know that he'd already been marked by someone else for the evening, and it was no mere coincidence that another rabbit, Ian, was waiting in the kitchen, fumbling through a number of different bottles.
Sam was immediately bashful as he came upon Ian in the kitchen, and if not for fear of interrupting the show in the living room, he would have run back for his pants, but that hardly seemed like a viable option, and even seemed pointless when he noticed that Ian followed suit with everyone else, casting clothing aside for the overtly natural feel of the party.
"Couldn't handle the show, Sam?"
The gray bunny startled, but tried to look calm as his already tall ears seemed to jump from his head. "Ian! I...I'm sorry! I didn't know anyone else was in here!"
"Dunno what you're apologizing for, if I'm being honest."
"W-Well, I mean...you're naked, but I guess everyone is kinda naked, so..."
Sam trailed off and glanced toward the counter bashfully, hoping that he might see something worthy of a distraction. Though the plain, white countertop was covered in liquor bottles, the scene was right out of a laboratory, and he was left perplexed, wondering what Ian could be trying to accomplish with so many different kinds of alcohol.
"It's that kind of party, Sam. I wouldn't worry too much about it," Ian reassured his fellow partygoer as he continued to focus on his work. "You're probably just a bit too innocent for this kind of thing...maybe a drink would help you to loosen up?"
Until then, Sam was playing it safe, only having the occasional beer to wet his throat. Whatever was going on upon the counter looked more scientific than anything else, and though it was only his natural fur, Ian looked the part of a scientist, covered in a body of pure, white fur, save for the patch of black upon his right ear, and over his left eye.
The markings made it easy for Sam to envision a scenario in which Ian was trying to mix up a dangerous concoction, and ended up with smoke spots on his face as a result of combustion. The gray bunny chuckled at the thought, and deciding that Ian's presence alone was enough to help him loosen up, he nodded and stepped to the counter.
"Sure; why not? I'll have one of whatever you're making," Sam was finally getting up to speed with the rest of the party, and though his libido wasn't quite as charged as all the rest of the guests, it was getting a solid boost from the presence of Ian's cute, naked body so close to his own. "If that's okay, anyway."
"I can put away drinks with the best of them, but even I couldn't drink all of this," Ian explained. All of the different sized and shaped bottles were gathered around a pair of glasses, and though Sam didn't see any darker liquors, the contents of each glass were thicker than syrup, and darker than black coffee. "I'm glad you came along to help me put a dent in these."
Nerves crept back in for Sam as the bunny was offered a glass. He graciously accepted it, and was shocked by the sheer weight of the drink, but it was clearly a labor of love, and he wasn't going to turn it down without at least trying it.
"It's m-my pleasure," Sam replied, his voice uneasy, but sincere as he lifted the glass toward Ian's own. "To a unique party?"
Ian clinked his glass to Sam's with a cheeky grin. "To a very unique party," he agreed, and though he hesitated a moment, he finally did bring his own glass to his lips, as Sam pressed the rim to his own muzzle.
If Sam had waited just a moment longer, he would have seen that Ian was indeed sipping at the edge of his pint, but not actually drinking or swallowing anything. His lips were greeted with a familiar sweetness, similar to cough syrup, but without the abrasive sensation of iodine and medicine to weigh it down. Nostalgia and delightful flavor drew Sam into taking another long gulp, but by that point, Ian's glass was already on the counter again, and he was wiping his lips clean with the back of a paw.
Mindlessly enough, Sam continued to drink, and he only just started to feel Ian's eyes on his flesh when it was already much too late.
"That's h-heavy," Sam finally paused long enough to speak, and a subtle cough escaped his muzzle as he tried to clear the drink from the inside of his mouth. It stuck to every surface; the roof of his mouth was soaked no matter how many times he ran his tongue over it, and his throat felt as though he'd been sipping honey for the last few hours. "Stuff leaves a pretty lasting impression!"
Ian snickered. "You don't even know the half of it, Sam."
Sam wasn't aware of the fact that Jesse was once a male: he'd come into the social circle later on in the year, and always knew Jesse as a woman, rather than the man that she was once. He had no idea, nor reason to suspect that anything strange would have been done to his drink, until he could literally feel the odd substance against the lining of his stomach.
Like a child splashing around in a shallow pool, Sam's guts churned the liquid about, but couldn't shake it free. With a look of concern, he ran his paws down over the front of his torso, able to feel the drink molding around his touch like a packet of gel, and more disconcerting than that was the way that Ian watched on not with a frightened look, but one of pure interest.
"Is it, uh...is it supposed to be that heavy on my stomach?" Sam asked, and he was fearful for any sort of reply when Ian was snickering the entire time.
The white bunny wouldn't have to say anything; he could just let the eerie substance continue to spread over Sam's insides, aided by the curious pokes, strokes and presses that Sam himself offered. Internally, he could feel strands of the drink moving back up through his stomach, but they weren't content to stay inside of his digestive tract.
Somehow, the liquid was seeping through and spreading out, expanding to meet a growing need that Sam wasn't quite aware of yet.
"It's heavy now, but in a couple of minutes, you won't even know that it's there," Ian confirmed. His words were hardly reassuring, but there was a look in his eyes, like muted rubies, that forced Sam to believe whatever his fellow lapine said. "To be honest, I'm shocked that you're even remotely worried about it anymore. You must have a rather slow metabolism."
Sam cocked a brow at Ian, though it was hard to gaze at an ordinary rabbit, when he could see the outline of a substance bulging against his fur and spreading over his insides. "Slow metabolism?"
He just managed to finish the sentence. He had waited a second longer to speak, his gasp would have annihilated the words, and just enough wits were left about Sam to set the glass down with one paw, as the other clamped down over his muzzle.
"Mrnnf! Nnf!" his muffled cries of delight came from nowhere, but sensitivity was spreading out over his body with utter shock to him, and predictability, to Ian.
Nipples that were already standing erect and sensitive from their exposure to the cool air of the party began bulging out abnormally, and Sam looked down with widened, blue eyes, shocked to see that his typically flat, slender chest was turning rotund. He could infer the presence of the substance, spreading further throughout his body, but it was already spread so thin that he was losing track of all of the different places that it would reach.
The poisoned drink was already spread throughout his entire body, having made it into his bloodstream only seconds before.
"Good, good...your breasts are finally coming in. I was starting to worry that I'd screwed up the recipe!" Ian commented, watching Sam's transformation with peaked interest. It started out so slowly that the scientifically inclined rabbit worried that he might have botched the whole thing, but now that the strange, living substance was going to work, Sam's insides were being changed faster than he could keep up with. "Looks like you were getting a little bit excited from being in the kitchen with me, weren't you?"
Sam's attraction was hardly the kind of thing that he could focus on at the moment, but lying would have been pointless, in light of the subtle bloating of his cock, hanging down between his legs. Almost everyone was walking around the party in some state of arousal to begin with, but Sam was getting into Ian faster than he cared to admit, and under the influence of the tainted drink, he lost all ability to control his arousal.
Precum began dripping down from the tip of his member, but it wasn't quite the same consistency that Sam was used to. It was runnier, and certainly more plentiful...but more concerning than that was how easily it flowed from his urethra.
He tried to posit a guess, but was forced to accept an answer as his length rapidly shrunk back toward his body. The growing slit at the tip of his manhood continued to widen as inch after inch retracted toward his body, and the once sensitive orbs of his testicles sunk back into his body thereafter, leaving nothing more than a stretchy, wrinkled patch of flesh between his legs.
Just because Sam knew what was happening to his body, that didn't make it any easier for him to accept the changes; it was only thanks to the poisoned drink that he wasn't already lashing out at Ian, who calmly and quietly approached the continually transforming bunny.
"You're already so wet that it's starting to get on your thighs," Ian teased, and as Sam trembled and groaned in place, trying to fight back against the onslaught of sensations that kept her from standing upright, she felt a paw against her tummy, pushing her torso upright once more. A second paw began fumbling around between her legs, and where her thighs and hips were growing thicker, her limbs were slimming down near the ankle and the wrist, giving her a dainty, but curvy figure. "Seems to me that you're ready to give those canines a run for their money, aren't you?"
Ian's brief inspection was all that it took to reveal how much the flesh between Sam's legs had shifted. A single pawtip was able to penetrate a hole that simply wasn't there before, and where Sam felt hollow inside at the spread of her tight, newly formed labia, she immediately felt relief, just at the thought of a digit entering her virgin sex.
"I have n-no idea what you put in that drink," Sam couldn't help stumbling over her words. Her entire body was starting to quiver as the corrupted drink merged with her very being, sinking to such an absorbed state that she could no longer tell what was the drink, and what was merely a part of her natural body. "But...I...I t-think I like it!"
Just as Ian hoped, the transformation didn't affect Sam's body alone, but also attacked her mind in the process, leaving her a slave to the desires that were brought on by the transformation. There was no ill will or frustration behind her words, and though her fur and eyes stayed the same color, no one would have recognized the voluptuous woman who would later emerge from the kitchen as the slender bunny who entered it.
"I had a feeling you'd enjoy it quite a bit," Ian claimed with utter certainty. It was easy for him to be arrogant when he knew how effective the concoction would be, and at the kind of party where shame was an afterthought, Ian no longer had to ignore the powerful throb of his cock between his legs. "What do you say we go show the canines how it's done, Sam?"
The short tuft of fur that acted as Sam's tail was quivering and twitching with earthly delights. Her every nerve was being attacked by the effects of the drink, and with the corruption reaching her mind, she didn't have the will to resist them anymore. She could only bend to their whims and slump over the kitchen counter, knocking bottles away with an arm and setting her full, still-growing breasts on the cleared space.
"If they wanna see, they can come in here and enjoy the show," she murmured, looking back over her shoulder at Ian with the briefest wiggle of her tuft. "I don't think my legs can carry me that far right now...I'm fucking trembling with need, and it's all your damned fault, Ian!"
Legs that shook with obvious purpose likely couldn't have carried Sam all the way out to the living room, and the least that Ian could do to thank Sam for her cooperation was meet with the only demand that she'd met along the way.
He was controlling her demands from the start...but she was no longer able to complain about it, when she felt the absolutely perfect warmth of the tip of his cock, spreading her thin, tight folds apart.
"It's an easy fix, Sam. You'll get used to taking care of this problem on your own when I'm not around," the sinister rabbit claimed, "But anytime that I am around, you'd better lift this little tail and bend over for me, just like this..."
"And you'd better h-hurry up and fuck me," Sam demanded, "Before I pin your sorry ass to the floor and do all of the work myself!"
Artificially driven eagerness would have left Sam terribly sore the next day if she'd gone through with her plan. Sopping, dripping folds were still desperately tight, and though her inner passage was warm and eager to be filled, it was still a virgin tunnel, untouched by even as much as a single finger.
Her legs trembled and her body shook against the supportive counter as Sam felt Ian teasing her outer lips with the very head of his cock, easily spreading them apart with the natural lubrication she offered, but she found herself grateful for the first press inward to be a delicate one; the pressure was greater than she'd imagined, and something akin to a pinch filled the very entrance of her sex, as she tried to accommodate the impressive, throbbing tip of Ian's flesh.
"It's gonna take some time to learn your new body, Sam," Ian reminded her, punctuating his words with a quick, delicate jab from the hips. Sam threw her head back and tried to silence her gasp, hoping that she might not draw any attention, but if she'd looked through the doorway into the living room, she would have known that all eyes were on her a few minutes ago; it seemed that she was the only one there who didn't know about the plan the entire time. "You might find it easier to lay there and take it like a proper bitch, to start."
Such words should have been degrading, but Sam couldn't stop her ears from perking to them. Drowning in the corrupting nature of the drink, she wiggled her backside to entice Ian to sink his cock a little bit deeper inside of her, and tight, clenching inner walls could start to feel the very obvious shape of the head moving further inside, followed by inches of throbbing, satisfying shaft.
Her paws opened up, and palms gripped the edge of the counter as Sam tried her best to stay upright. The pressure of a crowd watching her every move was creating a strange cocktail of nerves and arousal, and Ian's pumps were just delicate enough for her to adjust to the feeling of a full, pleasing rod inside of her newly formed sex, with just the right amount of sting to remind her of what a special occasion this was.
She'd never get to have her first time again; it was almost enchanting to know that so many others would remember the moment with her.
"Y-you can go deeper, Ian," she granted him the permission he'd been desperately waiting for, but the male rabbit was still taking his time, enjoying the inexperienced, random squeezes of her inner muscles upon his flesh as they tried to learn how to accept him. "I'm...I'm ready for more."
Narrowing his eyes just slightly and allowing a grin to curl the end of his lips, Ian rested his paws upon her sides and took a strong grip, holding her body in place and sending a pleasant chill through the whole of it, just by dominating the moment.
"If you really think you can handle everything I've got to offer, you're in for one hell of a ride, Sammy."