Lawyer Lawyer
Story by Cinos on SoFurry
Another story commissioned by an anonymous benefactor. A tale of two layers and a boyfriend, all transforming into lusty beasts thanks to a mystery virus, and one of them from straight to gay. The kinks here are very particular, so be sure to read the tags to make sure you enjoy them! Written both from a third person perspective, and that of the straight participant.
Ariél and I make for a pretty good legal team. Sure, sure, they only allow one attorney to actually do the defending, but we collaborate on everything we do. Two minds on one case makes it easier to think of all the different angles, after all.
I'd never imagined that we'd end up running a law firm together – back in school I'd always thought he seemed like he'd never amount to anything. The cursing in particular; he frequently tended to express his disapproval in a wide variety of loud expletives in several different languages. But as it turned out, he's also very good at putting on a professional act when in court. It's almost magical, really. You put a suit and tie on him, and suddenly he's the most well-spoken man around.
Today, though, we were defending a really… unfortunate case. Well, he was. I was sitting there in the courtroom and taking notes on what we could do better next time, but I doubt even the greatest lawyers could've brought this one home. The guy just decided to up and bite his boss, who then sued for assault.
I know what you're thinking. Rabies? Psychosis? Nope, all tests show he's quite healthy. Or if there's a condition, it wasn't not one that the doctors know. And those guys know medical conditions like Ariél and I know law. In other words, he decided he felt like taking out his frustrations like a wild animal. Oh, the things stressful jobs do to people.
What was taking them so long anyway? Me and everyone else were just sitting here rolling our thumbs while waiting for Ariél and our dude. I hoped they don't wheel him in like Hannibal Lecter, with a muzzle and all. Now that would not be good for the case. I did kinda want to see it, though - oh, here they are, now.
Ariél had long since decided that he wasn't going to get the client off the hook. Not that he didn't want to, he couldn't, so he'd changed his goal to getting him off as lightly as possible, instead. After all, his boss hadn't been seriously hurt by the bite, and he had been forcing him to work overtime several days in a row, with barely any increase in pay, before he snapped.
“…so considering the evidence, while my client certainly feels regret for what he did and admits guilt, there is something to be said for treating your employees well," he spoke. “Undue and prolonged stress can, as we know, act the catalyst for so many latent mental conditions, and even provoke them in otherwise healthy individuals. Therefore, I would argue that my client should receive no more than a token fine to compensate for the evidently minor damage and distress he has caused…"
And then he let out a pained yelp as his client suddenly lunged and bit him, teeth just barely managing to pierce his shirt and the skin beneath. The guards rushed in and wrestled him to the ground effortlessly, but as he rubbed his smarting shoulder, looking out over the jury – who had previous looked bored but were now rather animated – Ariél had a sinking feeling that that this wasn't going to work out in his favor. Even Cody, who was watching, looked a little shocked.
Ah well, he thought. He'd have to get his shoulder checked out. Rabies vaccine just in case. But it'd heal up pretty nicely. Sure enough, although he continued defending his toothsome client to the best of his ability, it did little to sway the jury at that point, and the client was convicted for assault.
At least nobody would hold this failure against us.
So yeah. The idiot bit him. That was unexpected, in that kind of special way where something's so expected it's almost too obvious. I was half of the mind to just jump down there and punch him right back – but that would certainly have ended our careers. I settled on staring, condemningly, at the poor wretch for the remainder of the trial.
I can't say I was terribly disappointed when he got sent to prison. That's exactly where he belongs. Normally, we defend a lot of people who do belong there, and we try our hardest to save them, but this one? He wasn't even worth any effort. He'd not affect our bottom line in even the slightest way.
Still, it made me throw my hands in the air in sheer frustration. Once safely out of the courtroom, that is. They kept Ariél in there for an hour longer, running a quick battery of tests for rabies and god knows what. I was happy psychosis didn't infect others.
I need a goddamn vacation, that's what I need. So I asked Ariél and he agreed; a fishing trip to clear our minds, and he'd even bring his boyfriend along. Fine by me, just meant I'd get some alone time on the dock while they were doing more personal R&R.
A fishing trip would do wonders, Ariél indeed agreed, rubbing his bandaged and disinfected shoulders. Ugh, it hurt. Not enough so that he couldn't fish, though, and the pain would probably be all gone tomorrow anyhow.
He called Andrew. Or Drew, as he called him.
“Hey Drew, want to come on a fucking fishing trip? Me and Cody are just about at the fucking point where we fucking need one,"
“Yo, not if you sound that upset. What's wrong?"
“Just this idiot client at work. Ruined our case by, you know, doing what idiots do. Fucking- eh, you don't really need the details. Point is, short fishing trip to take our minds off it. Coming, or do I just go bro it up with Cody?"
“Sheesh, the straight Cody? I'll be there, who else are you going to take out all that lust on? Where do we meet?"
They met at pair's home. Luckily Ariél had a whole set of fishing equipment, being a hobbyist. He also had a summer home – best described, perhaps, as an isolated cottage next to a lake. What he lacked was a boat, but they'd just rent that. With that they were off, with Cody driving since Ariél didn't want to risk aggravating the admittedly minor wound on his shoulder.
Cody and Drew had met a few times before over the year. They had a fair bit in common, at least when Cody wasn't immersed in his duties as an attorney. Both were better at staying in shape than the ever so slightly lazier Ariél, and both were rather loving if given the opportunity to show it. The different was just that Cody was strictly straight. Well, he was white as well, but that'd never bothered any of the three.
After all, all of them liked fishing, and what was fishing really but a perfect excuse for bonding between men?
I noticed that Ariél had gotten rather fidgety. It was probably nothing, he tends to get nervous when traveling, which I always found kinda funny. We'd have to keep an eye on the shoulder though, just in case the doctors missed something. Like if it started getting dark, spreading, or if the muscles suddenly lock up. Ah well, the cottage wasn't that far from the nearest hospital if it came to it. I'd have to try not to dwell on it unless it happens.
Of course, being a lawyer, it was always hard to just turn your thoughts off. There was always one case or another that you could be pondering on. That's why I like fishing; it narrows your perspective down to just you and the rod, and eventually the fish. It's predictable, but not so predictable that you can entirely zone out.
Eventually when I found someone to settle down with, we'd be able to do these trips as two couples rather than just them and me. That was just about the only thing missing. It'd be nice to end each day with some, ah, loving.
Being good hosts, Ariél and Drew did still have an open invitation for me to join them if I ever realize I'm actually bisexual. Too bad that's not how it works, I bet I'd love these fishing trips even more if I could just change my mind on it. Still, I appreciate the offer.
They arrived at the cottage. Ariél set to preparing the rods, untangling lines that'd seemingly curled up into a confusing mess all on their own and cursing meanwhile. Cody, in turn, immediately left again to fetch their rental boat – the lake wasn't big, but sitting in a boat while fishing only made the experience that much nicer. Drew, for his part, mostly kept bothering his partner, stealing gropes and kisses here and there while he was working, until finally relenting as his stomach reminded him of dinnertime's approach.
Ariél felt oddly stiff. Not as in, the bitten arm seizing up, but rather, his cock straining against the rough fabric of his jeans. He chalked it up to how hands-on Drew was being, but his turgid shaft threatening to draw his attention away from untangling the fishing lines was frustrating at best. It wasn't just because of Drew's constant, ever so lusty presence and actions; he was the kind who was normally just about impossible to distract from a task once he'd set his mind to it, and untangling fishing lines was a task so particularly frustrating that it was hard to even imagine getting excited while doing it.
Yet there he was, with his cock proudly pushing outwards, tenting his jeans in a rock-hard tell-tale bulge. He couldn't help that little twitch of his hips, in response to the bloated head of his cock grinding against the cotton of his boxers as it swelled. Nh. How fucking long has it been since… Dios mío, I feel like a goddamn stupid teen, he cursed at himself, mentally. This trip was about fishing, not fucking like rabbits. At least not with Cody around; he respected his partner-in-law – as he liked thinking of their relationship – too much to try to seduce him.
But fantasies kept flittering through his mind no matter how much he tried to force them out. Drew, of course, noticed it quickly; the quickening of his partner's breath, the flushed look he always had when turned on, every subtle tremor of his muscles as he tried his hardest to conceal a growing lust.
Drew closed to distance between the two, placing his hands on Ariél's shoulders. “I didn't know you had a thing for getting tied up," he whispered, warm breath washing over his boyfriend's ear.
“Don't fucking even-“ Ariél growled, shrugging his shoulders in a vain attempt to discourage Drew, but the latter was very insistent when he set his sights on something.
“Come on, you could do with a quick blowjob before Cody gets back. When're you going to have time for that otherwise? And looking at the state of you-“ he reached down to squeeze that alluring, obvious bulge, making the bigger man quiver “-you definitely look like you need one."
He licked his lips demonstratively, wet tongue leaving his lips glistening.
“Unless you'd rather wait and see if you can get Cody to join in too," he added.
“Fuck that. Fuck you, too," Ariél sighed, but he very carefully placed the fishing equipment aside and leaned against a dock-pole. Far less carefully, he proceeded to unbutton his jeans and tug them down over his hips, giving Drew full access to his cock, with only his boxers remaining to cover it. He could see himself twitch and throb in anticipation as Drew got an all fours next to him.
He was proud about not letting his sex drive control him like the average idiot. But they were on vacation, after all. He was feeling pretty pent up. And Drew looked so fucking sexy with his cock in his mouth.
Drew slipped his fingers under the waistband of those boxers, the expression on his face like that of a kid on Christmas eve, unwrapping the biggest present under the tree. Unbeknownst to him, the rowdy client had indeed given Ariél a kind of lasting gift, a virus that was gradually changing him; the first sign of it being his eroding self-control and vastly growing libido as it made some subtle changes. As the smaller man licked his lips, watching Ariél's meaty shaft spring free, he had no idea that even the precum slowly drooling from the beautiful glans was laced with it. And soon, it'd be coursing through him, too.
He opened his mouth and kissed the swollen head of that beautiful, tan cock, letting the warm arousal leaking from it smear over his lips. His cock looked a little redder than usual, but Drew chalked that down to how warm it was; and either way, the subtle taste of precum quickly erased all such worries from his mind.
His tongue snuck out, lapping along the sensitive underside and along the rim of Ariél's cockhead, and was immediately rewarded by a fresh gush of heated, masculine lust spurting over his tongue.
“Mmh, seems someone's all pent up," he murmured, glancing up at the pleasured expression his in his partner's eyes. Ariél was breathing heavily, his hips trembling as he fought the urge to just thrust – but that was exactly what Drew wanted. He licked his lips again, wetting them with his saliva, and then pursed them, pressing them against Ariél's cockhead, just firmly enough to encourage those natural instincts.
His partner's hands clasped around the back of his head, gently but firmly, and with a groan, his hips bucked, an inch of his shaft slipping through that pair of pursed lips and into the warm, wet comforts of Drew's mouth.
“Fuck me, that feels amazing," Ariél groaned, thrusting again, more insistently this time. His toes curled as he bumped against the back of Drew's throat, almost sinking into it. God, he'd always loved his boyfriend's mouth, but he couldn't remember it feeling this good. The gentle suction, the way his tongue lashed over his sensitive head, even slipping under his foreskin at moments felt so good it made his eyes tear up, and already he could feel his balls tightening.
He wanted it to last longer. At any other time, he could've held back. Not this one, though. That blissful pressure soon reached its peak, and he let out a joyful moan as he throbbed and twitched in Drew's mouth. Warm, sticky rope after warm, sticky rope sprayed over his tongue, pooling in his eager throat between thirsty, eager gulps.
There was so much of it that Drew was almost alarmed, but he delighted in the feeling of his boyfriend's warm, thick seed sliding down his throat, thrilled in the utterly sexual flavor of it coating his tastebuds. There was a certain sense of pride, too, for making him cum so quickly, and he kept licking as he let Ariél drain every pent-up drop of sperm into him. Little did he know that whatever was affecting his boyfriend, slowly beginning to change him, was seeping into his bloodstream as well along with each drop of cum that he eagerly swallowed.
“Definitely pent up," Drew grinned, after pulling off that spent cock with a wet pop. Ariél didn't seem to soften any, but that wasn't unusual. It did take him quite while to shrink, sometimes.
“Yeah, dunno, I guess it's stress," his partner sighed, leaning back against the side of the dock, merely gazing up into the sky as he enjoyed the warm, fuzzy, enveloping afterglow of his orgasm. “Thanks. I'll have to return the favor later. Though we kinda have to get this fishing shit ready," he added.
So yeah, I opted to pick up the boat because it was pretty fucking obvious that Ariél needed some quick quality time with his boyfriend. I guess it was all that work-stress slowly dissipating and turning into the usual horniness instead.
After a few minutes of arguing the guy at the rental finally let me take the boat – new at the job, apparently, or he had kind of grudge against gay couples. A quick reminder of what happens to contract-breakers solved that; one of the side perks of being an attorney.
I attached the trailer, with boat and all, to the car and set off back, hopefully having given those two enough time to get up to whatever they wanted to get up to. I didn't really think about the details too much. By the time I got there, it was pretty obvious that those two horndogs got up to something going by the flush on Drew's cheeks and the kind of glassy-eyed, freshly-orgasmed stare Ariél was wearing. And a pair of sheepish grins on them both. On a second glance I noticed a small dribble of sperm along the corner of Drew's mouth.
I couldn't blame them, really. If I had a girlfriend I'd be doing the same thing. Getting casual blowjobs like that is really hot, and I'd never been the type to actively get turned off by gay sex. It just isn't my thing, it didn't turn me on.
At least they'd gotten the fishing lines untangled between orgasms. So I backed the trailer, boat and all, right next to the waterline and we pushed the boat in. It wasn't much to look at; a simple rowboat with enough space for four people or so, but it was just enough for what we needed.
Ariél felt a little self-conscious, realizing that he was hard again by the time Cody got back, and doubly so when he remember that Drew hadn't gotten any release beyond staining his underwear with a whole lot of precum. So Cody would be surrounded by two rather horny males for the whole fishing session. If anything, he was only feeling more horny now, more eager to release that tension, as if he was weeks pent up, despite just having climaxed. And now, Drew was starting to feel it too.
Drew was, in fact, a little alarmed by just how incredibly turned on sucking Ariél's cock and swallowing his cum had made him feel. Not that it wasn't always hot, but the warm, sticky cum almost tickled in his throat and filled his belly with a soothing kind of lusty, fuzzy warmth, as if he was getting drunk. The warmth settled in the pit of his stomach, and from there, seemed to spread through every nerve, a pleasant tingling following it. And soon, he was indeed throbbing hard again, his thoughts beginning to grow fuzzy and sexual again. Being smaller than his partner, it was affecting him more quickly.
All kinds of strange, kinky fantasies welled forth in his mind. He wanted to see Cody with a fat, throbbing and twitching cock in both his mouth and ass, wanted to see that undoubtedly cute little pucker gape after it'd been filled with cum for the very first time. He shook his head. Those fantasies were incredibly hot, but they only worked in fantasy – in real life, it was like trying to get him to fuck a woman. It just wouldn't happen, and if it did, it wouldn't be enjoyable. But reason never did much to deter fantasies. Especially ones like these.
The three got into the boat, Ariél and Drew holding their fishing rods inconspicuously over their other rods, vainly trying to hide their rather mutual erections. Still, the boat wasn't big, and if Cody looked down, he'd surely see those rather obvious bulges, no matter how the two boyfriends attempted to cover up.
It's actually kind of cute how shy those two get about sex when near me. From what I can tell they're pretty openly lascivious when it's just the two of them, but the moment you involve me, it's like they're teenagers again. Ah well. I let them keep squirming and just pretended I didn't notice anything; after all, there was fishing to do, and it wasn't as if being close to them was threatening to suddenly turn me gay.
Still, the fact that they seemed to still be in that mood was a little strange. I mean, they were men, and we normally have that whole refractory period. My thoughts briefly focused on that courtroom idiot. Were there any viruses or bacteria or whatever that caused heightened sex drives? Surely not, right? If one existed, we'd definitely have turned into a medicine by now, actual treatment.
On the other hand, traumatic situations did often lead to all kinds of lust once the shock wore off. Not that being bitten could've been that traumatic, but still. That's probably what it was. God knows I could've gone for a romp with a woman about then and there. Alas, none were available. Luckily, a fishing rod was almost as good – the sheer zen-like relaxation of it was even better at dissipating stress than sex was, most of the time.
So there we sat, waiting for the fish to bite. The weather had gone from sunny to overcast, with just a hint of a cool breeze leaving ripples on the surface of the water. Perfect weather for just fishing, if not necessarily for catching fish. Rain would've been better for that.
But it wasn't really about catching anything, was it? Just enjoying the moment.
They did catch a few fish. Two sizeable trouts. It was hard for Ariél and Drew to focus at all, though, given the growing arousal and tingling spreading through their muscles and even bones. Soon enough they rowed the boat to the dock again, which was a little frustrating, but it was getting late, and they'd have the whole next day to fish more.
Cody decided to call it an early night, retreated to his room – he had his own bed, whereas the couple shared one – and quickly dozed off. It had been a rather long day, after all.
Ariél tried to do the same, even going as far as to rebuff Drew's advances; he was desperately horny, but also a little too tired to do anything about it. He couldn't, however, fall asleep. His legs, and feet especially, felt like they were cramping, a sharp stinging pain at the end of each toe.
Rabies involves cramping, right? But it wouldn't happen this quickly. Lockjaw? No…
The anxious thoughts multiplied and soon he stumbled into the bathroom, leaving his snoring boyfriend to get some rest. Already his heart was beating rapidly, afraid of what he might see happening to himself when he turned on the lights. And despite all that, his erection just wouldn't go down. He was almost ready to call an ambulance – a fucking helicopter if it came to it – by the time he finally worked up the courage to flip the light switch.
His heart skipped a beat when he saw what was happening. His feet were covered in a thin, fuzzy layer of fur, and it was slowly creeping upwards. His toes were pink as opposed to the usual tan, and they were stretching, small but sharp-looking claws topping each digit. Like a rat. He curled his toes and then splayed them, not quite believing his eyes, but they moved just as his real toes would.
He swallowed, hard, quickly pulling on a pair of socks and trying to convince himself that he was dreaming. His gaze fell, instead, to his throbbing maleness, and soon he realized that it was changing as well, his foreskin slowly retreating down the engorged shaft, leaving his cock red and sensitive. His glans were shrinking, leaving the tip of his cock tapered, like some kind of animal. The strangest thing was how good it felt, like some unseen hand was massaging him, teasing him, coaxing out a steady stream of precum.
This isn't fucking possible. You're getting delusional. It's some kind of PTSD, or fever, or worse. You're dreaming. Snap the fuck out of it. He kept repeating the same thought to himself, phrased in a multitude of ways. If he called in an ambulance talking about this they'd send in the men in white coats, and he'd get carted off in a straitjacket, never to have a career again. It wasn't possible. All he had to do was ignore it. His hands shook as he pulled on a pair of spare jeans, concealing the increasingly obvious changes.
As I tried to sleep, I couldn't help but think about how Ariél and Drew were behaving. Sure, they'd always been horny bastards, but maybe not this horny. Stress relief did make sense, but there was that underlying worry of it being something worse. Then again, how bad could a disease that just made you really lusty be?
But playing with the thought that it was that, I resolved to try to avoid contact with them. Physical contact, that is – I was still determined to get the most out of our little vacation. We had two full days of absolutely nothing but relaxation, after all. But one of us would, if things went bad, have to be in shape to drive the others to a doctor or hospital, and given that those two were probably fucking like wild rabbits at the moment, that someone would have to be me.
I fell asleep soon enough, though embroiled in a plethora of vague, erotic dreams.
Drew was squirming, tossing, and turning in bed, that horniness he'd felt earlier only growing and growing. Had he caught something or was it just the natural reaction to his partner curled up next to him? He didn't just feel aroused, either. He felt firmer. Sinewy. Stronger, a pleasant ache welling in every muscle of his being. Running his fingertips along his own arm, he realized that he was a lot more toned than before. He'd always been in somewhat better shape than Ariél, but- god, thinking was getting harder and harder. He turned over, only to shiver as his cock rubbed against his boyfriend's thigh.
In the almost total darkness of that remote cabin, the only thing he could really see - beyond vague, shadowy outlines, was a faint glistening layer of precum coating almost his entire cock. The shape of it seemed different, and it felt different, too, but he couldn't tell for sure without turning the lights on. The one thing he knew was that the very base of his cock felt tighter, and he fought the urge to grind against Ariél's ass. That sensation of tightness seemed to demand being buried into something, and the thought of something squeezing around that tender swelling almost made him cum on the spot, feeling a warm kind of wetness surge through his shaft as his cock bucked.
Fuck it. He needed something or he'd never be able to sleep.
Driven by those unfamiliar instincts, he got up on all fours and moved to the edge of the bed. Without hesitating, he grasped Ariél's ankles – which felt oddly soft, even fuzzy – and brought his feet to his crotch, squeezing them around his throbbing length. And feeling them squeeze around the very base made more precum drool out from his tip in a wet, eager gush.
Somehow, his boyfriend didn't wake up. Drew didn't know it, but the transformation was draining enough, at least on and off, that he could've mated with him without risking waking him up. But that same transformation was clouding Drew's own mind, and so, he was perfect happy to simply rub his shaft against Ariel's soft feet, grinding his pre-wettened glans between slick, warm toes and instinctively curling goes.
Soon, he was panting. There was no reason to hold back, so he decided to just let himself enjoy it, working towards a climax – that he couldn't seem to reach. No matter how quickly he stroked himself, the orgasm just wouldn't come. At least not by doing what his human instincts and urges told him. But there was that sensitive, more swollen than usual spot at the base of his cock, demanding to be squeezed.
It didn't take much convincing. He'd already realized how good it felt, after all. So he took a hold of Ariél's supple feet and pressed them around that spot, imagining that it was a pucker clenching and squeezing around the very root of his cock – and he came immediately. He let out a load groan as the first rope of cum shot from his twitching shaft and splattered all over the sofa, barely managing to clench his jaws to keep from moaning again as those spasms continued, drowning his mind in pleasure. He retained just enough control to stay quiet, barely so, so as to not wake Cody up.
Mh. Would be nice if he joined in though. Would be cute seeing him take his first cock, some lust-inflamed part of his mind told him, spurring a desire to spread that warm, tingly feeling spreading all over him. The thought felt good, lovely even, and he toyed with it as he finally slumped onto the bed, next to Ariél, not even bothering to clean up the mess he'd made. The problem was that Cody was straight as an arrow, and he knew that, and he also knew that even attempting to seduce him was off-limits. Ah well, it was a nice fantasy, one that kept resurfacing in his dreams as he slept, while the first changes in his body began to take root.
Ariél and Drew both looked tired, almost haggard, though oddly not lacking in energy. After all the morning and early afternoon's business stuff – after all, any lawyer had phonecalls to make and letters to send, even on vacation – we finally got the boat back in the water and all three of us climbed into it.
There isn't that much to say about the fishing, itself. You already know where this story is going. But I do remember catching a few small minnows, while my friends caught nothing at all, appearing to just be tired and dazed. I guess it was the heat? It never bothered me, ironically, as the token white guy, but clearly it was making both of them sleep worse.
And then Ariél suddenly sneezed. Fucking loudly. I let go of the rod – losing the fish in the process – and wiped my face quickly. Whatever was affecting him certainly wasn't a virus spread that way, it wasn't possible. Right? At least, that's what I told myself, though I could feel a spike of anxiety piercing my stomach.
“Sorry," he sniffled. Drew on the other hand grinned. I guess my startled expression must've been a little funny. My eyes briefly drifted down his body as I rowed, and sure enough, he had a very obvious bulge in his jeans again. So did, on a brief glance, Ariél, except the latter also had a wet patch were the head of his cock was tenting the fabric. God, they were entirely insatiable when together, weren't they? It was a wonder either could manage a professional career.
I found myself wondering if they'd always been so… hung, though. From how big the outlines looked even through rough denim, they were both obviously almost twice my size.
There was a quiet chunk as the boat hit the sandy shore again. My face felt a little warm, but it had to be the sunshine and strange anxieties. No, I told myself, don't go there. No disease spreads through biting and sneezing both. If one did, it'd beat measles in infectivity. And I'd certainly not be feeling anything yet.
Before we could even get out of the boat, though, Drew basically pounced on his partner, and in an instant, the latter was moaning out loud, with Drew's hands slipping under his shirt and stroking the skin beneath.
“Nh. Sorry, I just can't… resist," Drew rumbled, briefly looking at me before returning his attentions to his squirming boyfriend. Already, his hips were bucking, thrusting, grinding their swollen crotches together, and soon he was fumbling with a pair of zippers.
I had no real interest in watching. I wondered, though, if I'd be that horny even if I had a persistently wet, desperately horny girlfriend to play with. I couldn't imagine it – I did have interests beyond sex, after all. But I couldn't begrudge them too much, realizing that just that errant thought made my own cock pulse and swell a little bit in response.
I made my way back to the cottage. I'd cook something quick for myself, and then sleep, and by the time I was done with that, they'd surely finally be done, at least for right now. Hopefully tomorrow, we'd have the opportunity for a long, uninterrupted fishing session.
The moment Cody turned around, Drew managed to yank down his own zipper, letting his cock spring out, stiffly, coming to rest flush against Ariél's stomach. He looked even bigger now, visibly throbbing and pulsating, the skin of his shaft a dark red, like a dog or something. But the lust drowned out all the worries over just how tapered his cock was becoming, how the base of it was swelling out further. All he wanted was to rut his partner. The fumbled his belt off, tossing it into the boat.
His breath hitched as he saw just how much Ariél was changing. His shaft was downright bestial¸ a deep pulsating red, and along it, small nubs slowly swelling out before his eyes, firm enough to be quite noticeable but soft enough to yield as Drew's finger pulled over them. The action seemed to be intensely pleasurable for the changing man, as his hips bucked again when Drew flicked those barb-nubs.
And that wasn't all that'd changed. His crotch, and most of it his stomach, was lined in a dark, black fuzz, short and beautifully soft fur. That was when the truth of it all clicked into play for drew; they were turning into animals. Not the same animal, he knew that much, but with the constant thrumming of erotic desire that his cock was short-circuiting his brain with, it was incredibly hard to speculate – or even care about speculating – what animals they'd be.
But he had a dog cock. And he intended to fuck like a dog, uncaring about who might see their coupling.
He tore off the rest of Ariél's clothing. His nipples had grown rather pronounced under that thin pelt, jutting out stiff and ready – even glistening – through the fur. It was beautiful. Obscene, in a way, but so very desirable. Drew found himself wanting to look just like his partner, just as changed, as the infection that now coursed through both their bodies took its toll. The moment the shirt was off, his fingers were there, kneading over his partner's swollen pecs, tweaking his nipples, stroking their way down through the soft coat of fur and feeling his muscles twitch and flex beneath.
And oh god, his balls were swollen. Seeing just how much cum he must've had stored up for him changed Drew's mind. His fingers, wet with whatever was slowly trickling out of Ariél's nipples – milk? – found their way to his increasingly needy pucker, feeling it quiver against them as he coated it in that wetness and promptly straddled his partner's squirming, transforming body.
There was very little thinking involved. Only pure lust.
Ariél himself was in a daze, an intoxicating melange of erotic sensations, radiating from his nipples as a soft tingle, surging through his cock like jolts of electricity, primal and demanding. His fingers felt stiff as he tugged off every article of clothing he could reach. Drew's pants, from around his ankles, tossed into the boat. His shoes had already come off at some point, it was all a blur, now. And his socks, only to reveal his feet trembling as a short coat of tan fur had begun to form. His soles looked swollen, at first glance, swollen and dark, but in a few breathless moments, Ariél recognized that change as pawpads. His heel, too, was higher than usual, slowly morphing into a digitigrade posture. His nails – no, claws – were a solid jet black.
And although he could certainly restrain his base desires when the situation called for it, this wasn't one of those situations. His mouth fell open as he pulled one of those paws to his face and wrapped his lips around one of his toes. He didn't taste like much. A little sweaty, a little musky, but mostly just clean, the transformation shaking off any dirt as his very skin shifted.
Drew, as he looked down, realized that fur was slowly growing over his body as well. A rich brown over his sides, and a creamy tan on his belly and chest. It felt like a warm embrace, guiding him to impale himself on Ariél's cock. Reverse cowgirl, so he could keep worshipping those sexy paws. And so, he did, positioning it just right, nudging his hips back and forth just enough to leave the tip nestled against his blackening pucker. Then, with thighs trembling from the exertion, he slammed his hips down, eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out as that impossibly hot, jerking shaft sunk into him. His own cock throbbed happily, spraying out a thin, shiny splatter of precum over Ariél's fur.
God, we're still in plain sight if there's anyone else on the lake, some forgotten and supressed part of Drew's mind told him. And disregarding that, he started riding his boyfriend, enraptured by the sensation of those nubs on his cock digging into his hole each time he pulled up, the pleasure such that it all but forced him back down, his muscles failing to keep him up with each euphoric stroke. But beyond even that, he was fixated on watching his love transform, especially knowing that it was happening to himself, too.
Ariél barely looked like a human anymore, though pinpointing the species was difficult. There was a touch of bat in how his ears slowly shifted to the top of his skull and grew. There was some rat in the shape of his muzzle, though his teeth were sharp like those of a bat. The cock, in turn, was obviously feline. But all of that was just so fucking sexy to Drew's afflicted mind, and he rode the cock buried inside him with a frantic, feverish need. He wanted to speed up his own changes, wanted to feel the cock inside him pulse and twitch as it pumped him full.
Ariél, himself, was still happily suckling on his increasingly canid partner's toes, switching between each, tongue lapping over his leathery pawpads. It was a mess of sensation, each one more pleasurable than the last. The transformation itself. His boyfriend's ass clenching and squeezing around his cock with each thrust. His more and more pawlike hands caressing his chest and making it tingle with pleasure. The sheer feeling of worshipping his paws as he rode him.
It was too much.
“Fuck, I'm going to- rrhg-“ he groaned, almost startling himself with how different his voice sounded, deep and masculine. Then, the rest of what came out his mouth as the orgasm suddenly shot through him were incoherent growls and grunts of lust. His cock swelled inside his boyfriend, pumping rope after rope of thick, warm, transformative seed deep into his receptive belly.
“Yesss," Drew hissed, slamming himself down on that throbbing cock, to the hilt, so deeply that he could feel Ariél's balls against his stretched sphincter. Throb. The way the cum-vein pulsated against his sensitive little opening felt sublime. Twitch. A warm fulfilment blossoming somewhere deep inside him, much hotter than human cum. And that warmth would help him transform, too, into something just as sexy.
In the throes of his orgasm, Ariél's final changes took place. Suddenly, he let out a groan – cock still spurting in the depths of his boyfriend's body – and rolled over, carefully setting Drew on his side in the boat. His back felt, for a brief moment, as if it was on fire – and then three new limbs erupted, shredding his shirt violently. Two wings, starting as merely arms of a kind, but a leathery skin soon stretching between each finger. It'd be a while before he could fly with them – if ever – but they looked both imposing and majestic as they flexed for the very first time. A tail, too, though mismatched, sprouted from just above his now fur-clad ass. The strangeness of his spine lengthening – and two new limbs fusing themselves to his nerves – was so strange it made him squirm, only for Drew to clench around him and sending another jolt of pleasure through his mind.
He finally let go of Drew's paw, giving the sole a final little lick. He was a bat. Or a rat. Some kind of hybrid of the two. With a barbed cock. Fucking fuck. He was strange even by the standards of people transforming into animals, he realized. So much for the career in law. Though with how good pumping his seed into Drew – or others, maybe – felt, he couldn't mind too much. The mind-melting pleasure of it all was so far beyond anything he'd ever felt before.
“Jesus," Drew finally groaned. He realized that he'd splattered both Ariél and the boat with cum, but he'd been so distracted feeling his cum erupt into him that he'd barely even noticed. There was only so much ecstasy someone could feel, maybe. That's what he thought, at least.
He looked down, again, at his proudly erect dog-cock, with a massive swelling around the base. A knot, he knew, one that at any other time would insist on being buried inside someone. Right now, though, everything was perfect the way it was. They'd just have to find a way to avoid Cody telling anyone what was happening, or calling an ambulance, or anything like that. That virus-caused sneeze earlier might be enough to do it. And if not, at least it'd be enough to make him want to be fully infected. It was getting hard to keep track of which of the many thoughts he was feeling were his own.
Especially so when he felt his sack churning, almost gurgling as his body prepared more infectious, mutating seed to gift back to his partner, or someone else.
I found myself tossing and turning that night quite unable to sleep. I knew there was something I should be worrying about, and so, my mind wouldn't let me rest. Still, I managed to catch a few fitful moments of shallow sleep, waking up from each one feeling as if I hadn't slept at all – and with uncomfortable, swollen morning mood to accompany that feeling. That morning wood grinded against the mattress each time I turned over, and the hazy lustiness was only made worse by the sleep deprivation. Or perhaps it was the other way around. The fantasies were vivid, though, almost like dreams, and they kept drifting towards Ariél and Drew in my heated, half-conscious state. Mental images of how it'd look when they had sex, when they mated.
I'd asked them when drunk one day, and they'd said Ariél was usually on top. Though they took turns. And so, in those errant erotic half-dreams, that was the role he took. Pulling out of Drew's well-rutted rump, with his seed gushing from his ass as he withdrew, watching him throb eagerly as more seed churned in his balls, ready to be pumped into his next partner. Me. I was there on all fours, next to Drew, kissing him eagerly as I offered my ass for him to fuck and breed. To spurt his cum inside, just like he had with his boyfriend.
What. No, good god. I shook my head as I drifted slowly drifted back to reality from those dreams again. Where had that thought come from? Why were my hips moving, grinding myself against the warm mattress? And why did it feel so wonderful? It was like I was almost twice as sensitive as before. Twice as sensitive and – wait, since when did my cock reach my navel?
I tossed the thin blanket off as a sudden surge of panic banished the sleepiness from my mind, and in the dim light I saw my cock throbbing, a good few inches longer than I remembered it being, proudly standing rock hard as I unwittingly fantasized of being fucked by another man.
This wasn't good.
“So, I'm not sure exactly what you got from that crazy dude, but I kind of like it," Drew rumbled. His face was beginning to stretch outwards, into something resembling a muzzle, causing him to slur the occasional word. But it felt too good to worry. It had that same pleasurable tingling and warmth, his very bones feeling like a warm, pliant jelly, easily re-sculpted by the virus.
“Yeah it's… fucking something," Ariél replied. His feet – paws? Whatever one would call a rat's feet – were sticky, covered in cum both fresh and encrusted. So was his cock, and his ass. He'd lost track of how many times he and Drew had climaxed and spilled their seed all over and into each other.
The question was what they'd do now. Neither of the two changed men could pass as a human, not even remotely. Not with Drew becoming more and more like a handsome German shepherd, and Ariél being whatever he was. A hybrid of nocturnal species. The average human would've probably found him repulsive, especially with his well-defined muscles, his intimidating cock almost constantly hard, and his balls obscenely swollen with lust. Not Drew though; if anything, his boyfriend was only more beautiful to him, now. Beautiful, and attractive.
Attractive enough that a small, wanton growl spilled from his lips as he watched his lounging partner. An inch or so of his cock slipped free of its sheath again. This would be a long and wonderful day, he thought, as he lazily pressed his hips against Ariél's thigh again, his broad canine tongue scooping up a mouthful of still-warm leftover cum and that strange milk trickling from his pronounced teats.
“Maybe we should see if Cody wants to join?" Drew rumbled as he repositioned, and sunk half of his eager dog-cock into that blissful, tight warmth under Ariél's tail, drawing a happy groan from the latter. But he shook his head.
“Nh, he's straight, remember?" he replied, clenching around the invading shaft, blanking out on what he'd been planning to say as the cock inside him bumped against his increasingly sensitive prostate.
“He has to have gotten infected already," Drew replied, hilting himself and gasping as his balls slapped against his partner's soft, fuzzy asscheeks. He could still feel his previous load clinging to his sheath and sack. “God, that's going to be so fucking hot, I want to-“ he paused, grunting as that wonderful feeling fully engulfed his shaft again. “-nh, no, you should. Give him his first cock. I want to see you do it."
He settled into a pleasant rhythm of plunging into his partner, lovingly so, but with a growing carnal urgency. Cody had indeed been exposed to the virus when Drew sneezed, but not enough so – just enough to give him a taste of the pleasures it could offer, but not so much that his body wasn't able to fight it back. Somehow, Drew knew it, too. But just one lick or nibble was all it'd take for it to overcome him, to leave him changed, and rather eager for more cock.
I woke up with a rock-hard erection, and worse, damp bedsheets from where I'd apparently been grinding against the mattress in my sleep. That wasn't terribly unusual. What was unusual was how I was unable to stop thinking about Ariél and Drew, and how much I wanted to join in, to let both of the fuck me and- yeah, all that. But I wasn't gay, and knowing that made it rather obvious that something was wrong.
But maybe it wouldn't hurt to try, right? We could always go see a doctor after enjoying ourselves. I'd never really had any time or desire to experiment like this, sexually speaking, having been too busy with law school and rather certain that I liked women, on top of that. As such, the fantasy of having one cock in my ass and another in my mouth, eagerly pleasuring both lengths of throbbing masculinity, was ever more alluring with each passing moment.
I'd have to make a choice. The reasonable choice was to get out now before something terrible happened, if I didn't even try to resist. My body, though – and my treacherous cock especially – insisted on an altogether different option.
What was really wrong with being gay anyway? If it didn't feel good, I'd at least know it wasn't for me. A less lust-dazed part of me would've protested against the reasoning, might've even worried about my faltering desire for the opposite sex, would've probably called an ambulance or at least gone to the emergency room. But as those insistent images of running my hands all over firm, rough, masculine skin – of pulling down boxes and drooling at the sight of a beautiful, eager cock springing free – filled my mind, all of those worries felt more and more difficult to care about.
And so I left the room and went to look for Ariél and Drew. Well, “look for" – the moment I opened the door I could hear the bed creaking in the other bedroom, punctuated by lusty, almost inhuman grunts, moans and growls. My cock was tenting my pants, and my hands trembled as I reached for the door handle and stepped inside, fuelled by an aroused kind of courage.
I found them… transformed. My reaction was far more muted than it should've been. As if my brain wouldn't quite accept that they'd become a pair of animals. A bat – or rat, maybe – and a German shepherd, both anthropomorphic, and both writhing and thrusting, reaching a peak just as I entered the room. God, I could see the dog's heavy balls clench as he hilted himself inside the other creature – who I realized had once been Ariél, from the way he cursed while getting fucked – and pumped what must've been a massive load of cum into him, judging by how his taint and the base of his strange cock began to rhythmically, heavily throb and pulse.
I felt my own cock throb in sympathetic arousal, and then almost wilt in fear as both of them focused on me.
“Well," the dog panted. Drew? It had to be Drew. His eyes lingered on my crotch as he looked me over. “Wanna join? It's pretty great."
When I hesitated, he raised one of his legs to show off his drained balls visibly pulsating as they refilled with hot, warm, wonderful seed. “Come on, I know you're into it. At least your cock is. Just imagine, we could both be filling you with cum at once…"
I don't know why, but I began to take my clothes off. There was only a slight hint of shame in my actions. But I couldn't help myself. I needed what those two had to offer. I needed it badly. Ariél, for once, said nothing, but he did stare at me with a kind of primal hunger as I finally tugged my boxers over that swollen, needy bulge that's formed under them.
“Mh. I always knew you secretly just wanted cock," Drew rumbled. He wore a cocky grin on his face as he pulled out of Ariél's well-used body with a wet slurp.
Cody felt as if he was dreaming, watching that obscenely dripping dog cock bounce as Drew walked. It was still giving weak little spurts of watery cum. Ariél sat up on the bed, his shaft still at full mast, but he was even more transformed than his partner. His chest was ever so slightly swollen, the fur around his nipples damp. Was he lactating? Cody didn't know, but the thought that he might look just like them soon – if that hunch he refused to quite fully acknowledge was true – made him shiver instinctively.
“Relax, you'll feel pretty wonderful soon," Ariél spoke, softly, as Drew guided the supposedly straight man onto the bed, and onto his stomach.
He felt awfully self-conscious about it, the smell of raw male sex hanging thick in the air all around him, wet patches on the sheets tingling against his skin. But more than anything, he wanted that to be his scent, too. Cock, cum, and musk. And so he relaxed, as much as he could, warm and pliable in the hands of his soon-to-be lovers. A small whimper escaped his lips as he felt one or the other spread his asscheeks, probably delighted to see his virgin hole so freely offered. Then, a rough, wet finger swiping over it set off fireworks of pleasure in his mind.
“Mh, look at how tight he is. This is going to take a fucking while," Ariél spoke. And then, as if he'd come with an obvious solution, he scooped up some of the mixed cum that was still clinging to his sheath and smeared it over Cody's little pucker, the very tip of his finger dipping into the very centre to help some of the infectious seed seep into him. The one remaining human twitched and then let out what most sounded like a pleasured sigh, warming tingles of pleasure quickly enveloping his bottom half as the virus began to take hold, his body rewarding him for letting it happen.
He felt Drew's hands guide his head up, and as the lust coursed through him to the beat of his heart, he felt something wet and incredibly hot nudge against his lips. He didn't open his eyes. He wasn't far enough changed to handle that, not yet, but he felt a slimy, warm wetness smear over his lips as well, and didn't resist as the tingling sensation began to spread over his face as well.
“God that's so fucking sexy," he heard Ariél growl, behind him, followed quickly by a strange but not unwelcome sensation of fullness and spreading as what could've only been a finger sunk into his cum-tainted ass. Easily so. “He's starting to relax. Swelling up and opening…"
The finger sunk deeper into him, pushing more transformative cum with it. And the changes took root. They began around his cock, which swelled – sack plumping up and the hair around it softening and thickening – and reddened, slowly but surely morphing into something more animalistic. It felt like a thousand pinpricks of pleasure to Cody, who was writhing as something on his shaft suddenly caught on the bedsheets. Barbs, just like the ones Ariél had. But that was the end of the similarities.
When fur began to spread from his crotch, both up and down his body, it was closer to orange than brown, accentuated by black rosettes and spots. His mouth fell open as he gasped, and Drew's cock slipped inside. It tasted heavenly, each note of musk, sweat and cum wonderful, intoxicating to Cody. And he suckled, feeling his straightness slipping away as his dazed mind wondered at how good that slick, hot cockmeat felt against his lips. Each little twitch sent a fresh helping of precum over his tongue, and he wanted more. Soon his tongue was caressing the tapered tip, the little slit at the top from which precum pearled into his mouth, pursing his lips around the shaft and gently suckling on it, eager for a bigger treat.
His tongue suddenly felt rather raspy to Drew, who trembled as the sensations of having the formerly straight man suck his cock intensified tenfold. “Rrrf. Feels like he's turning into a kitty," he groaned, thrusting deeper. “God, he's surprisingly eager for being straight."
Almost as if to accommodate that length, Cody's face began to stretch out into a muzzle, his nose flattening against it, nostrils immediately flaring to pick up all the erotic scents hanging in the air.
The fur quickly spread down his legs as he sucked his very first cock, clenching around the fingers thrusting and curling inside him. His legs shifted in the same way Drew's had, heels pulling up and pads slowly on his toes and the ball of his foot. His toes thickened, nails tightening into little claws that quickly sheathed themselves in a very feline way. Satisfied that he was going to fully transform, now, Ariél withdrew his fingers and hoisted his changing friend's hips up, leaving him face down in Drew's crotch as he followed his instincts in pleasuring his shaft.
Face down, and ass up. “God, you're going to look so fucking sexy gaping and oozing cum," Ariél growled, his voice choked with arousal, as he positioned himself just behind his friend, cock hard as steel as he already fantasized of sinking into his relaxed but virginally tight ass. Then, he did it. With a sharp thrust of his hips, he felt Cody's virgin pucker stretch around his cock as it accepted its very first cock, squeezing and clenching with obvious need.
He was fucking me. Fucking me. And it felt incredible. The sensation of fullness, the sheer eroticism of knowing it was their cocks that were transforming me, it was too much to bear. Cocks were amazing. I had no idea how I'd ever liked women, they didn't have these beautiful, throbbing shafts to sink into me, to pump me full of warm, sticky seed. I was gay, and it was wonderful.
So I thrust back against his cock, feeling it bump against something inside me that made me see stars. I could feel my own cock swell and throb in turn, spitting precum onto the already messy bed, as if thanking the two for changing me. With each thrust, I could feel my body shift. Muscles swelling, my balls filling up with more cum than I'd ever imagined they could contain, a beautiful, almost sloshing sensation as they swung back and forth with each rutting thrust.
I felt Drew starting to tense up and redoubled my efforts. I sucked on him hard now, bracing myself against his firm, warm thighs as I bobbed my head, desperately thirsty for the sticky treat I knew he was soon going to give me. Somewhere between luxuriating in the feel of him throbbing against my tongue and that heated knot swelling up to wetly press against my lips, I realized that I had a muzzle, now.
“Mh, just keeping sucking a little longer and you'll get your milk, kitty," Drew groaned. The pulsations were growing more frequent now, not helped by the way Ariél was thrusting into me. The thought made my head swim. I was actually getting fucked by another man, and I loved it. His cock was inside me, bare, ready to squirt every drop of seed into my body. I was not only going to let it happen, I was milking him for it, my body begging for his cum.
Suddenly, all the sounds around us seemed sharper. I could hear Drew's quickening heartbeat. I felt him grasp at my new ears, at the top of my skull, and I flicked them instinctively. I didn't have long to think about it, though. He let out a very satisfied growl and suddenly hilted himself in my mouth, I felt him throb, felt his balls twitch against my chin – and then, in a series of rapid throbs, my mouth was suddenly full of warm, thick cum. I swallowed what I could, hungrily, the rest spilling from the corners of my mouth and onto the bed. It tasted so utterly erotic.
“Clench for me, you fucking slutkitty," Ariél growled, and grasped my cock, pumping it rapidly. I couldn't fight it, not with all the other sensations. I came, incredibly hard, so hard it almost made me black out, surrendering to the two cocks buried inside me.
A gurgling moan escaped Cody's throat around Drew's cock as he reached his peak. His tailhole – a tail having grown out just above it – clenched and milked at the other cock inside him, squeezing and tugging at it to the rhythm of his release, coaxing it to join in on that brief moment of bliss. It did.
Even as Cody spilled his seed helplessly over the bed, that eager milking pulled him over the edge, as well. He slammed his hips against his best friend, driving his engorged cock as deep into him as he possibly could – feeling their balls rub and twitch against each other – and filled him with thick, silvery ropes of potent seed, enough so to surely finalize Cody's transformation. Only moments after that first spurt of his tainted cum splashed into the former human, his canine teeth elongated into two proud tusks. His eyes narrowed into slits. The sight was so indescribably erotic to both Drew and Ariél that they felt those lusts begin to well up again, even before their orgasms were over.
But lusty or not, there was only so much their bodies could handle. Ariél's thighs ached and burned by the time he squeezed the last few drops of cum into his new sabretooth playmate. Drew's cock was so sore from having been so thoroughly licked by a raspy, feline tongue, that it beat a hasty retreat back into his sheath even though he certainly had more cum to give. And Cody? He was barely aware of anything except the white-hot afterglow, of the plentiful cum sloshing around inside him, filling every nook and cranny.
What he could think of – in fact, the only thing he could think of – was how he couldn't want for his turn on top, wanting to pump his cum into both the hybrid bat and the German shepherd.
There they laid, then, for a few hours, but even from the very first second, each cock was already twitching to life again, balls churning and pulsating as new, transformative cum filled them. Between the near uncontrollable cocklust all of them felt, they had some ideas on what to do. Drew wanted to build a fence around the cottage and just stay there, ordering food. They could sell their law firm and perhaps have enough money to make it. Cody suggested retiring somewhere even more isolated. Ariél, on the other hand, had the idea of making money just as usual, disregarding their newfound forms – after all, if anyone could sue for discrimination, should it threaten their regular careers, it was him.
All three, though, did feel that nagging urge to share their gift with others. Drew had some friends he could call in. Just the thought of turning more men into horny gay beasts had the trio squirming with desire. The very idea of seeing them transform, of seeing cocks and muscles swell with the same primordial need they themselves felt…
…regardless of their choices, it'd be a much longer vacation than planned.