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Geister in... Attack of the TLC

By Danath

Geister, Jack, and TLC © Taiko

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Geister floated twenty feet above the ground. Intangible and translucent in his ghostly form, the tall rottweiler could watch from his high vantage point as he patrolled, following the path of the walking trail through the park. Rumpu Park covered several acres of the campus and hosted a variety of sporting complexes and other activities. It wove between the residential areas, including mostly surrounding one of the largest student dorm buildings on the SynTech University campus. Tromme Hall housed several thousand students, research assistants, interns, and others studying or temporarily working at the institute.

Only lately, the number was going down, and it wasn't the fault of SynTech's enormous (literally gigantic) marketing department failing to recruit. Someone was taking the students. Police were stumped as missing reports gradually trickled in with no clues. Most of the missing students lived at Tromme, so it was natural for Geister to begin his investigation there. The rottweiler, after sniffing around, could think of no other solution than to drift over the campus at night to keep an eye out, but so far, he'd found nothing.

The handsome payout he'd received from his insurance company after the accident at sea let him live comfortably without needing to find work. Being independently wealthy thanks to a few good investments afterwards helped Frank Kent become Geister, a shadowy operative of the night, patrolling the campus of his beloved SynU from which he'd graduated years before. While stranded at sea, his boat passed through a strange and ghostly ship. Frank still didn't understand what or how it happened - most of the weeks he'd managed to survive on the open ocean were a hazy blur regardless. After he was rescued, he discovered he had ghostly powers - while using them, he turned mostly translucent and fully intangible, though he could still manage to affect things in small ways if he tried hard enough.

What he was really good at was possession. As a ghost, Geister could take over a criminal in the act and force them to stop and wait for the police to arrive, then skedaddle before anyone was the wiser - especially not the criminals who couldn't move or speak while he was in control. The effort it took drained the rottweiler, though, but in the spiritual and mental way, not the physical, so he couldn't do it for too long without losing control and being ejected.

His plan thus far was to patrol the campus and catch the villain in the act. The TLC's nickname, as the police codenamed the perp, was based on the initials written into a pair of underwear found at one of the missing students' dorm rooms. Though the shorts were found by investigators not to be related after all (there were hundreds of people on campus with the initials "TLC" and of all of them, none seemed suspicious to the police), the nickname stuck. Geister hoped to catch the TLC in the act and turn them over to the police in the usual way. But there was no activity to patrol, no movement to detect. As far as he could tell, despite the disappearances always happening late at night, there wasn't anything to see or do in the darkened park at all. A total bust of a night, and all the invisible flying was taking a toll - he could tell he'd return to solid form soon.

A metallic bang drew his attention and he twirled around in the air, looking back towards the massive ten-story-tall dorm building. On the first floor, a one-way-only exit door swung on the hinges and a huge, shadowy figure was outlined by the light pouring out from the hallway behind him. Geister stared, shocked, as he realized the huge figure was naked. He could tell despite seeing only the silhouette thanks to the gargantuan shaft jutting well past the door and out into the world. And there, at the tip, kicking and wiggling madly, were a pair of dark brown furry legs and paws sticking out of the wide, throbbing tip of the oversized length, while the rest of the college student squirmed midway down the bulging urethra as the enormous shaft bobbed up and down in the cool night air.

"This ain't the restroom either! Hey, you gave me bad directions!" the shadowy figure grunted, his deep voice rumbling out into the night as enormous hands moved towards the shaft. "Did I turn left instead of... uh... right? Maybe it was my fault, dude..."

The silhouette moved and the huge cock swung upwards. Massive hands grabbed the tip, wrapping fingers fully around before squeezing and pulling down, shoving the bulge towards the base. Geister watched, eyes bulging as much as the base of the enormously swollen cock. The door started to swing close as the shadowed figure turned, but Geister caught a glimpse of the huge erection before the emergency exit slammed shut, and the thick tip was smooth - no signs of a bulge anywhere.

The TLC!

So that's what was happening to the students. Geister flew down towards the door, but he could feel the exhaustion point approaching. He was five or six feet above the ground when he flickered back into reality, gaining solid form and mass again. Windmilling his arms, he landed on both legs and ran forward, but there was no way through the emergency exit door - no way to chase the predator.

Geister bolted around the building, but it took almost five minutes to reach the main entrance - the only entrance thanks to security measures. The rottweiler tried to open the door, but a keycard scanner blinked red and wouldn't let him through without having the right electronic chip on him somewhere.

"Shit!"

The muscular rottweiler's shoulders flexed as he tugged helplessly on the doors, frustrated that his quarry was so close and yet so far away. He also chided himself - he'd spent two weeks staking out the building, when the predator was inside all along! Why hadn't he thought of that?

At least he knew what shape to look for. The huge creature wouldn't be hard to spot in a crowd, that was for sure. But how could he get access to the dorms?

* * *

"Hey, it's so cool you decided to go back to college to get your graduate degree, Mr. Kent!"

"Please, call me Frank."

"Sure thing, Mr... I mean, Ken, I mean, Frank!"

The sophomore assigned to show him to his dorm room wasn't the brightest bulb in the box, but at least the cute, muscular little raccoon didn't get lost going up and down the mazes of corridors on each floor. Several floors featured specialized temperature settings or other features to accommodate various species' requests, but the rottie preferred a basic room on an upper floor, which thanks to his status as an alumnus, he received right away. Registering for classes brought back memories, but he had pushed them aside - he had something more important to focus on right now.

Cover in place and settled into his room, the rottweiler spent most of the day strolling up and down the hallways of the various floors, introducing himself as a new student and making the rounds with the student workers at the front desk. Taking a break from his aimless wandering and having seen no sign of anyone more muscular than him, the rottweiler strolled outside the building and took a seat on a bench along the sidewalk next to the park, stewing in his own anxiety that he couldn't do any more at the moment.

Despite the bright summer sun and the cool breeze jostling the trees, Geister's dark mood remained firmly in place. He stared at the ground at his feet, going over in his head the silhouette he'd seen in the doorway the night before, trying to make sure he remembered every detail so he could identify the perp right away.

But thinking about the sight of that enormous cock swinging outwards, pushed back up by a pair of huge balls, while the bulge of the unlucky student traveled deeper and deeper... well, it gave Geister a few conflicting feelings and a quite prominent arousal that he, being in such a deep state of thinking, failed to notice.

That is, until a friendly and deep voice boomed out in front of him:

"Are you trying to get my attention to buy some ice cream?"

Startled, Geister looked up and then down. Realizing the outline of his thick canine shaft and knot were on full display in the leg of his cargo shorts, he grabbed at his crotch and rearranged, trying to hide the lewd as best he could. Lifting his head back up, his ears perks and twitched as his eyes widened.

"Sorry! I was... uh, I didn't mean to... uh... wow."

The polar bear leaning on a large two-wheeled ice cream cart grinned down at the sitting rottweiler. An unbroken coat of deep, dense white fur covered the polar bear's entire body save for the blue bikini bottom swim trunks squeezing around his hips, cupping his plump and plush backside as well as hoisting a pair of grapefruit sized balls in the front - not to mention the obviously large, forearm-thick sheath squeezing outwards against the taut blue fabric. A small sun visor sat atop the bear's head around his large, circular ears. The display was, if anything, far more ludicrous than the rottweiler's inadvertent showing off.

"Hey, happens to the best of us. Bet you were thinking about something fun, though," the polar bear said. His blue eyes sparkled as his black lips stretched into a broad smile from one end of his wide muzzle to the other. "I'm Jack. Here, have a treat on me. Maybe it'll help you cool off."

An ice cream bar in a clear plastic wrapper appeared in Jack's fingers. He held it out to Geister, whose eyes dipped down more than once to stare at the polar bear's impressive crotch. The big ursine had a slightly round belly, but clearly a firm and hard one to match the deep pecs on his chest. How had Frank never seen the bear around before? Surely someone of this size and... ahem... quantity would have made themselves known somehow.

For an instant, as he took the proffered ice cream bar from the bear, Geister wondered if perhaps this Jack character wasn't the TLC - but no, the silhouette was wrong. Jack was, if anything, even taller than the TLC, but not as wide, and certainly not hauling around a pair of balls that dragged along the floor.

"Enjoy that treat, and don't worry," Jack said, flexing his biceps as he lifted his cart and pushed it down the path. "I'm sure you're gonna find exactly what you're looking for once you eat that bar."

Weird thing for an ice cream vendor to say, but Geister passed it off as eccentricity. Still, the bear did wear that bikini well, though if Geister's fur was anywhere as deep and thick as the polar's, he'd probably go around in as little as he could get away with too.

Before he realized it, the rottie bit off pieces of the ice cream bar and let them melt in his mouth. The flavor was intense and tart - there were even chunks of real fruit embedded in the ice cream, adding texture to the creamy sensation. Geister closed his eyes, savoring the flavor bite by bite, worries momentarily forgotten as the unexpected snack flipped his mood completely over.

The bear was right, Geister decided. He'd find what he was looking for. He couldn't give up now.

The rottweiler leaned back on the bench, large thighs spread to the sides. His half-erection wrapped along the side of his hips under the waistband of his cargo shorts, nonchalantly displaying the bulge of the sheathed knot and sac below as he enjoyed the sunbath. He gnawed on the popsicle stick, the ice cream long since vanished, though the flavor lingered seductively on his tongue. Strangely, the ice cream bar satisfied his hunger, but he felt something else in the pit of his belly now - it was similar in sensation, but far more pleasant. The case was more important than his desire for snacks, though, and Geister refocused his thoughts. The rottie didn't have much to work with in the way of clues, but maybe he could ask around. Someone that big probably played sports, but the football team stayed in different dorms. Maybe basketball?

The rottweiler sighed and sat up, then stood and flicked the popsicle stick into the trash a few feet from the bench. He turned to go back towards the main entrance of the building, determined to keep looking, when his search suddenly ended.

The unmistakable and massive outline of the TLC he'd seen in the doorway the night before now stood in one of the elevators at the front entrance of the dorms. Geister's eyes widened and he dashed forward, just managing to squeeze between the elevator doors as they closed. The rottweiler's ears flipped backwards as he took a step back and stared up at the TLC, who he could now study and smell in fine detail.

"Hey, dude, sorry about the doors," the orca said. His voice was loud and slow, like he was distracted by something else going on. "Didn't see ya coming or I'd have held them for you."

"Uh... no problem."

"Hey, you wanna watch me flex?"

The smooth black and white orca's skin rippled and curled, curving over and under impressive mountains of biceps and pecs. A sleeveless muscle-T draped over his huge shoulders, which nearly totally enveloped his neck. He turned slightly and posed, curling his arms to make the veins pop outwards against his shiny and smooth skin, then grinned and leaned back, making his incredible array of abdominals quiver and shift along his belly. The orca was massive, close to nine feet tall so that he towered over the buff rottweiler in the cramped elevator.

Perhaps what most drew Geister's attention, however, was the enormous bulge jutting from the orca's hips. Clearly half-hard, it stretched forward and down, wrapping over the nuts draping down to the orca's mid-thigh and held up by the stretched, straining fabric of his black gym shorts. Each ball was at least as large as the orca's head, likely bigger considering the tightness of those shorts. Though the black and white male wasn't packing the same monster he had the night before, Geister chalked it up to temporary growth. He was... ahem... familiar with the phenomenon.

"Looks good, huh?" the orca said, his voice drawling and lazy, the kind of confidence from not knowing any better. "I don't even work out, dude."

"You don't say?" Geister said, nostrils flaring as he picked up on the orca's musk. It was raw and heavy, clearly tempting. The rottie could understand how a college student could be overwhelmed by such a massive beast. "What's your secret?"

"I'm an RA so I know everyone! Or at least, I knew everyone. Well, I still do," the orca said, grinning stupidly as he shifted forward, taking two lumbering steps before his massive bulge pinned Geister up against the wall of the elevator. "I wanna get to know you too!"

The rottweiler's cock pushed back into the huge orca's sac. Geister looked up at the dopey male and shivered. So big, so muscular, and so, so dumb. He'd given the TLC far too much credit for the ingenuity of his crimes. But there was no time to think about that now, not with a half-hard cock of several feet grinding into his chest.

"Whoa there, stud," the rottweiler said, pushing both paws down against the throbbing length straining against the shorts, "Let's get somewhere private first, huh?"

"Private? Oh yeah, private. Alone time. Heh."

The elevator stopped and Geister followed the gigantic orca down the hallway, staying back a few feet to avoid the wide fins on the swinging tail dragging on the floor behind the supermuscled orca RA, who eventually pulled out his keys and tried to open his door. After failing, he pounded on the wood until it opened.

"For fuck's sake, Tucker, this ain't your room! You're next door!"

The door slammed closed and the orca - Tucker - grinned sheepishly at Geister.

"Sorry... sometimes I forget the numbers..."

The interior of the dorm room was a mess. A few wrinkled shorts and shirts hung up to dry on a wire stretched along the ceiling, but empty fast food bags and wrappers littered floor along with several video game systems. Unopened textbooks and stacks of papers sat in a corner on the desk built into the corner. Among the piles of stretched and distended clothes were various uniforms from different delivery services. The TLC wasn't out on the prowl at all - he ordered in, along with whichever students he came across in the elevators.

Huge paws wrapped around Geister's shoulders and a warm, wet length pulsed between his shoulder blades. The huge orca shoved forward, moaning as his enormous length squeezed up along the rottweiler's built, rippling backside.

"Hold yer breath," the orca advised, sliding both hands higher to pull the rottie's head towards the tip of his thickening shaft.

"I got a better idea!"

"Hey!"

The orca's white hands clasped at nothing, passing through the suddenly insubstantial rottweiler. The faint, ghostly translucent outlines of the rottweiler's body sailed backwards, passing through the orca's chest and belly, but did not emerge from the other side. The confused look on Tucker's wide, smooth muzzle deepened, and then was replaced by rapid blinking.

"Whoooooaa... ooooh, shit... oh, Tucker, you're walking around like this?" the orca gasped in a voice that didn't belong to him, but to Geister. The enormous male dropped to his knees, both hands wrapping around his cock and jerking desperately. "I can't believe you... you what?"

The orca paused, shuddering as he closed his eyes, searching "his" memories now that he possessed the predatory RA's body. His fingertips dug into the pink flesh of his overgrown maleness, which jutted from his hips exactly four feet and three inches, according to Tucker's last memory of measuring it last night. It was over two feet thick in the middle across and his balls weighed almost forty pounds each.

And he hadn't cum in two months. Exactly the same amount of time that passed since the first TLC disappearance.

Geister understood immediately why, though. The power flooding his body, the mass of muscles, the strength and ease with which he hoisted his incredible appendage around. Geister's hands pulled the huge stalk up against his chest, feeling the warm meet flatten over his pecs. His hips twitched, thrusting as the enormous thighs - white glossy skin on the inside, black around the outside - flexed and shuddered. Tucker was normally a big dumb lug, but he'd never been this huge. And Geister knew the quickest way to bring the massive orca back down to earth.

"Sorry, Tucker, but... this is... happening... whether you like it or not!"

Any plans to keep the orca immobilized until the police arrived went straight out the window, along with the first blast of thick, rich cum as the huge white orca sac drew upwards tight, churning, roiling and swelling as the pent-up orgasmic bliss sent tremors of lust through every muscle in his body.

The next few blasts of seed splattered across the walls, each welling of warm and hot jizz larger than the last. Geister's mind melted in the heat of the moment as he shared the incredible peaks of pleasure with the similarly stupefied Tucker. The orca, still inside and aware of what was happening, remained silent inside his own head, unable to even formulate basic words as he felt the strange rottweiler control his hips, making them lurch forwards and back, dumping load after load after load across the floor of the room.

For how long Geister remained in control, he couldn't tell, but the shock of the next orgasm sent him flying out of the orca's body. He landed on his back with a gasp, fully solid, fully aroused like he'd never been before. He watched as Tucker's entire body flexed, shivering, swollen and huge, shoulders curled over as he pumped his hips recklessly, pec-fucking himself and splattering spooge across his smooth and glossy hide, doing it himself as though Geister never possessed him in the first place. The rottweiler sat up slowly, shivering himself, his maleness swollen to its full and thick size as an aching need grew inside him. Strangely, the canine recognized the need right away - it was the same one he'd experienced while controlling the orca moments before, and the same one he'd felt moments after finishing the ice cream treat from the polar bear earlier.

What was the connection? Was there one?

The rottweiler, at this point, couldn't bring himself to care much as he stumbled forward, pulling off his hoodie and cargo shorts, pressing himself into the backside of the oversized orca as a wave of thick cum washed across the floor, gallons upon gallons upon gallons of the thick, musky stuff. Geister ignored it as he felt the orca shrinking down, losing some of his mass and size and power with each blast of jizz. Tucker moaned constantly, gasping and shivering, especially as Geister lent his hands to the effort by massaging the oversized balls in his fingers and teasing them with his claws. He had to reach through the big orca's legs to get his paws on those huge nuts from behind and he could feel the powerful fibers of muscle flexing and squeezing his wrists as he dug his fingers deep into the smooth, thick white flesh of the swollen balls, earning a roar of lust from the sex-crazed orca.

Twenty minutes of groaning orgasmic bliss passed before Tucker collapsed into Geister's arms, still large and muscular, but not nearly the behemoth he was before - maybe six and a half feet tall, just a couple inches taller than the rottie, and maybe fifty or sixty pounds more muscle than the canine's respectable 240 solid. His cock stretched past his knee, easily as thick around as his own thigh; the black stalk quivered as it continued to pump a river of musky spooge across the ocean sloshing around their feet. His balls shrank the most, down to the size of bowling balls - apparently some of the growth was permanent, judging from the meaty, iron pecs flexing into the rottweiler's fingers. He ran his hands down Tucker's belly, grasping at the sides of the powerful orca, shoving his own shaft into the spent, panting male's hips as a need overcame Geister... a powerful, primal need.

The hunger grew in the canine's loins as he felt the sleek and glossy body of the undeniably attractive orca slide against him. Remembering what he'd felt and learned while possessing the muscular orca, the rottie grinned, baring his teeth as he lowered Tucker in his arms. Geister's thick tip stretched against the orca's snout as he pushed forward. The sleek-skinned mammal didn't try to resist as he felt the warm, slick heat of the interior of the swollen rottie-cock wrap around his lips and muzzle, steadily and eagerly pulling down with surprising strength. There was no teasing here, no struggle, just the muffled moans of the powerfully built orca as he felt a renewed surge of pleasure that caused his engorged maleness to rise to full length once more. It jutted into the rottweiler's sac, between Geister's thighs, pulsing and throbbing with fresh lust. Geister moaned as he felt his maleness stretch, enlarging with each fresh throb of need that shot down his spine and fed into his swelling sac, which soon draped lower, nearly all the way down to the base of Tucker's round, heavy shaft. The orca's hands stroked down his length, teasing over the widening veins, and then dug into the fat knot at the base, making Geister's lips pull back in a snarl of pleasure.

"Might want to hold your breath," the rottie said.

Geister humped forward, simultaneously using both paws to shove the back of the orca's skull, forcing the big male's entire face down into the growing head of his swelling, meaty shaft. The sensations tingled up and down his body as his cock stretched larger, fatter, expanding rapidly as he put his new powers into practice, combining them with his original ghostly abilities to allow him to mete out some justice to a naughty RA. The orca's fingers clutched tighter at his knot, making him growl again and hump forward harder, desperate now, overcome with the pleasure of feeling the wriggle inside his bloated, massive shaft as it continued to pulse and throb with new mass, opening wider to hungrily tug at the orca's head.

The orca's shoulders took some time, but the canine was in no hurry. He leaned back, letting the orca wriggle all he licked halfway down the thick canine shaft, as he looked over the room. All around him, the sticky white mess of orca jizz began to move and lift, forming bulges that turned into outlines - ears, tails, arms, legs, and finally faces and fur, until the reformed students lay around the room - and one unlucky one outside on the lawn - in the nude, knocked out and sleeping, though each and every one with a satisfied grin on their faces. The orca's muffled groans didn't wake them as the rottie squeezed forward, forcing his cock to stretch over the orca's pecs, swallowing Tucker's still impressive abdominals, dragging the tall male in pulse by pulse. By the time his hips reached the tip of the canine's oversized cock, Tucker's head was deep within the bulging, bulbous red knot at the base. The heat, the pressure, and the musk combined to send jolts of pleasure through the orca's body, but there was nothing left for the muscular RA to cum out and his cock flapped against his belly before being dragged into the canine's shaft, firing blanks the whole way.

Geister moaned as he felt the orca's head and shoulders slide down into his balls, filling and stretching them beyond measure. The rottweiler's legs trembled as he stepped forward, only to find it impossible to lift the incredible nuts just yet. Instead, his knees shoved forward and down, kneading and massaging the thick furry flesh and the squirming orca halfway inside. His cock lurched up and, much like he'd seen the huge male do the night before, Geister grasped it with both hands, wrapping them around the pointed tip below the wiggling black ankles. He stroked down, moaning loudly as he forced the second half the orca to slide down his slick and musky urethra, depositing him into a tight curled up ball inside his clenching, roiling sac, which flattened across the floor as he leaned forward, still standing. Geister's knot flared even larger, though the rest of the huge length contracted somewhat, sealing the orca deep into his musky nuts. The outlines of the muscular male's hands and feet kicked and pushed against the canine's inner walls. Geister shuddered and leaned forward, both hands stroking his thick arousal as it continued to shrink down back to its normal size. Well, mostly normal, because Geister could feel the flare of power in his belly growing as his enormous sac jiggled and churned on the floor in front of him. The rottweiler growled and leaned forward again, pushing his knees into the bulges of the orca's humping, moaning, gurgling body as the heat amplified, sloshing the smooth-skinned mammal side to side as the flesh and fur contracted, increasing the pressure and pulling up into teardrop-shaped orbs. The occasional handprint or foot shoved outwards, and Geister could feel his knees sinking in deeper as the firm shoulders underneath them softened and melted.

Geister's eyes opened wide and he clenched both of his hands around his knot. An instant later, his sac clenched, audibly squelching down to half of its size. His cock throbbed, hard as ever, but the rottie didn't cum - even as he felt his broad shoulders fatten up with fresh new muscle. His pecs bloated and bounced and his abs rippled while he clenched and kneaded at his sensitive knot with his fingers, growling and huffing as he felt the orca's mind swirling around inside his orbs. Geister ran a paw over and under his sac, feeling the dense weight of his full, inflated balls. He could feel the orca inside, feel the male's pleasure and desire and lust, and shuddered as he remembered feeling a dozen such minds at the same time when he possessed Tucker earlier. It was easy to see why the TLC did what he did - the orca hadn't meant harm, he just let things get a little out of hand.

Unfortunately, Geister knew, unlike Tucker, that the more minds a person came into contact with, the more stretched they became. In other words, stupid. Having a dozen consciousnesses floating around one piece of hardware turned the orca into a real moron, just like when Geister tried to possess a trio of criminals at the same time and ended up locking himself into the vault with them. Returning his attention to the reforming post-vore students, the rottie checked them over quick, but none seemed any the worse for wear, save for being a bit scrawny - probably a side effect of being stored as nut butter for so long. Geister, who'd just surged several inches in height and overall size, shivered as he felt the steady flow of Tucker's raw lust coursing through his loins, keeping his knot semi-inflated.

The canine grinned as he left the room of sleeping males and trotted, nude and half-aroused, to the elevator and to his room. He only passed one person on the way - the same cute, muscular raccoon who'd shown him to his room when he first arrived. The rottweiler's gleaming, glossy black pelt shifted across his huge arms, and his cock swung side to side as he trotted past, unable to help himself but to put a spring into his step and really make his juicy pecs bounce for the awestruck raccoon.

The rottie didn't bother checking over his shoulder to see if the raccoon was staring. Confidence surged in the crimefighter as his swollen nuts bounced off his powerful legs. That raccoon was watching, all right. Once back in his room, he settled into his bed and stared hard at his thick, swollen arousal. He wasn't sure just what was in the snack the polar bear gave him, but he wasn't going to complain about his new abilities. And once he let the feared TLC out, perhaps he'd take the orca on as a sidekick and teach him to use his powers for good rather than getting him locked up. The rottweiler growled as he leaned back onto his bed, idly stroking his fattened up shaft and admiring the heft of his huge sac. His nostrils flared as he enjoyed the scent of the orca's thick cum still soaking into his short, glossy pelt.

"Don't worry, Tucker, I'll let you out eventually, but first... mmmmhh... I'm gonna teach you a lesson even if it means edging all... night... long! Like that polar bear said... this'll help you cool off!"

There was a knock at the door and a familiar voice called out.

"Uh... Mr. Kent? I mean, Frank? Uh... can I come in? I wanted to see if you, uh... were happy with your room?"

The question ended with a suspicious upwards tick, as though the speaker were trying to think of something on the fly, but too distracted to really focus. The rottweiler's thick cock throbbed against his chest, hard and fat as it lay atop his glossy pecs. Geister's lips pulled back in a wide grin as he spread his legs, making sure his enormously fat, full sac was on full display.

"Come on in!"

As the raccoon entered the room and stared at the rottie with lustful eyes, Geister wondered if he'd be able to handle two extra minds at once without doing anything too stupid. Just for one night...

The End