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“Come on, Dave!”

“NO! Holy shit, Cam, just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I just want anyone’s dick!”

“It’s not...I’m not trying to woo you or anything, I just...I just wanna have a go, you know?”

“And I don’t! I have a boyfriend, you know that!” Dave slammed shut his gym locker angrily, the cat’s tail swishing around fiercely in his agitation at the pestering human. “I’m not gonna cheat on him just because you suddenly got the urge to do something guy after spending two years crowing about how straight you were and how weird I was for liking dudes!”

“Jeez, I laid off of you last year, what more do you want? Maybe I’m just curious about what it is now, right? And you’re the only gay guy I know-”

“No, I’m the only gay guy you ever paid attention to, and there are lots of guys who like guys around here!”

“Well, I don’t know who they are, but I know you are! Come on, I’ll bet your boyfriend isn’t hung like I am anyway!”

“Oh, fuck you! Even if you were that big, you’re an even bigger jerk! So go pull this shit with someone else, if you can find someone desperate enough!” Dave stormed away, leaving Cam fuming - he punched a locker in anger, though it yielded nothing to him but sore knuckles.

He was in big trouble now.

———

The minutes were ticking away, and Cam was getting more and more nervous. As far as his parents knew he was in bed, but really he was on his computer, trying in desperation to figure out how he could sneak out, or sneak someone in. At this point, though, it might have been too late.

I never should have taken that fucking deal…

Crowing about his straightness wasn’t the only thing Cam had a reputation for - he was also pretty vocal about how packed he was down below. It was easy to be a braggart when he was packing a full foot of prime man meat, right? He used the line to suggest to girls that he was a good choice, and to guys to suggest that he was top dog - even if he was a human talking to actual dogs. It never seemed to really get him anything more than eye rolls, but he still liked to talk it up, especially to some of the bigger anthros - making sure they knew that just because they were larger didn’t mean they were larger down there.

Of course, there was one rather significant problem with that - he wasn’t even CLOSE to packing a foot. In fact he fell well short of half of that. And he really, really didn’t want to be called on it, the humiliation and embarrassment would be too much for him, he’d be ruined for the rest of tertiary academy, but he was too invested in the illusion to back out now. He certainly would have loved to have what he claimed he did, it would have solved all his problems, but that didn’t seem likely to happen - it wasn’t as if he bought any of those spam e-mails, and he doubted there was any surgery he could get that would add to his endowment, not that his parents would have let him get it anyway - despite being 19, he was still with them and they were relatively involved in his life. He was stuck with the unnerving prospect of having his entire illusion shattered in a very devastating public display.

Until last night…

Once again he’d gone into bed wishing he had more down below, like he did most nights. Unlike most nights, though, something happened. “So, you think you come up a bit short, you do?”

Cam sat up in his bed, looking around. It was dark, he didn’t see anything at first...but then he saw it, a shadowy figure sitting in the corner. What was it? When had it gotten there? “Who...who are you?”

“Just someone who likes to make things interesting.” The figure stood up, and to Cam’s shock, unfurled a pair of leathery wings and took to the air. Though, it wasn’t really flapping the wings, it just had them extended. A dull red glow rose in the room, enough light for Cam to see more of its features. It looked reddish, though that might have been the light, it was fairly small, maybe three feet tall if that, gangly limbs, and a demonic-looking head with fangs and sinister eyes. Maybe it was some kind of demon or imp, Cam didn’t know, but he certainly didn’t find it comfortable. “Maybe I can make things interesting for you?”

“...What do you mean?”

“I can sense desires, you know. Sometimes if a desire is strong enough, it calls to me, and I just can’t help myself.” The demon thing was reclining in the air, legs crossed like it was sitting in a chair, a long reptile-like tail swishing behind it. “Your desire’s a pretty common one among males, though - who doesn’t want to be more impressive between the legs? Of course, most of the time you’re stuck with what you have...but…”

“But?” Cam’s caution slipped a little.

“My, ah, influence can do quite a bit. Maybe I could give you what you want...of course, you’d have to agree to the terms.”

“You...you can make me bigger?”

“I can make you as big as you want. Of course, you might find that if you go TOO big, the drawbacks aren’t worth the trouble...but given what you’re thinking of right now, I think you have a particular size in mind that seems perfectly reasonable.”

Of course, he’d always bragged about a foot. That was what he naturally went to. How this little devil knew was beyond him, but Cam was realizing that this was no regular creature. And thankfully, he was a little bit wary. “How do I know you’ll do that? Or that you’re not gonna steal my soul or something?”

“Heh, I have no use for souls, even if that was something I could do. Your old fantasy stories aren’t at all what’s really out there. As for doing what I say I’ll do, my magic works like a contract - once it’s agreed to, we both have to fulfill the terms, no matter what. I find that people are a lot less likely to agree if they think I’ll flake - mortals are a bit smarter than they used to be. A bit.”

Cam still wasn’t entirely sure, but he decided it wouldn’t hurt to hear it. “Okay...so...what kind of deal are you talking about?”

The demon grinned. “Simple enough. Use it or lose it. I’ll give you your coveted foot of man meat - when erect, of course - and a nice set of cartridges to go with it - ain’t gonna impress anyone if your balls are tiny. But in order to keep it, by the time the clock strikes the next midnight, you have to fuck someone. That means dick in hole, pump until you blow - a hand ain’t gonna pass. Figure a strapping lad of nineteen shouldn’t have any trouble with that, right?”

Cam felt his heart light up. Surely he could do that! With a cock and balls that big, there was no way someone wouldn’t want it, hell he might have trouble keeping it to just one! “That’s really it? Nothing else?”

“Nothing else. I like to keep it pretty simple.”

“I’ll do it, then! I’m sure I’ll do just fine!”

“Well then...let’s seal the deal!” The demon raised a hand as darkness swirled around it. Cam felt a prickling in his groin, and quickly pulled his boxers down. His eyes widened as he saw his dick swell, growing in length and girth, an his balls pump up in size to match. It felt good, it felt exciting, and he could hardly believe that his dream was coming true, just like that! By the time it was over, he was clearly a lot larger, and that was just soft - hard, he could totally believe he’d reach a foot.

“There we go. Now starts the timer. 24 hours. But you sound pretty confident, so I’m sure you’ll have no problem, right?” The demon grinned at him deviously.

“I’ll definitely do it,” Cam assured him, before another thought occurred to him. “Uh...not that it will, but what would happen if I don’t?”

“Well, it’s just what I said,” the demon replied slickly. “Use it or lose it. ‘It’ being your dick.”

The human’s eyes widened. “What? You’d...you’d take the whole thing?”

“Yep! Don’t worry, though...I wouldn’t leave you with NOTHING. That certainly wouldn’t be any fun. You’d just get something a little bit...different.”

“Different? W-wait, you...you’d take my dick and...you’d give me a, a pussy?!”

“Heh heh heh...that would be different, wouldn’t it? But what are you worried about? You’ll fulfill the conditions, won’t you?”

Quickly Cam snapped out of his shock. No way he’d let that happen to him! “Yeah, I will, and I’ll enjoy this for the rest of my life!”

“Well then...if I see you again, it’ll be because you failed. If not, then you do that.” The demon-thing twirled around and seemed to spiral into nothing, disappearing from the air without a trace...well, except for the hunk of sausage Cam was now packing. He’d gotten just what he wanted, now he needed to just do what he needed to do to keep it. One round of sex couldn’t be that hard to get, right?

...Except it hadn’t turned out that way at all. Cam had figured it would be simplicity in itself, all he needed to do was offer and he’d get what he was after. He hadn’t expected every single girl he asked to shoot him straight down - despite casting the widest net imaginable even if they weren’t usually his type, not just humans but other mammals, reptiles, avians, aquatics, he went as broad as he could and to a woman they rejected him. Most of them laughing in his face and telling hem they had zero interest, at that. It stunned him that they wouldn’t even consider it, even the ones he managed to tell about his massive package. It was like they didn’t even care!

And it turned out to be harder to get opportunities than he realized. After all, he was still at school, and didn’t have unlimited time of his own - he still had to go to class, do the work, and try to focus enough that he wouldn’t get into trouble. Because a stint in the administrator’s office wouldn’t give him any additional chances to ask anyone, it would probably just take them away. But he was only at the bare minimum of attention, his mind was on the suddenly very real threat of failing.

He had still made his effort...the last class of the day was PE. He’d made no effort to hide his tool through his gym shorts, hoping to impress the girls with the bulge, but no one had even asked. And he had tried propositioning some girls outside their locker room until others chased him away. He’d lost count of how many he’d asked without success, but the number didn’t really matter so much as the result. He’d been left with one final resort...asking the one gay person he knew for a romp. Cam wasn’t gay, he never understood gay people, and for a good while he’d given a bit of shit to Dave for his orientation, calling it weird and making a big production about how he was ‘normal’ for liking girls. He’d backed off in this year because it was starting to get him ugly looks and he got tired of it, he didn’t understand it still but he didn’t care about it so much...not enough that he really wanted to do it, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

It had panned out about as poorly as he should have expected. Now he was even more desperate. He’d spent as much of his time as he could on his computer, trying to figure out where he could find a prostitute - not that he’d be able to pay them, so it was probably futile. Somehow he managed to keep his parents from finding out what he was doing, but at this point things were looking incredibly dire...the chances of him getting out, or getting anyone in, who would do this sort of thing was virtually zero. Really all he had left was the faint hope that the demon was just pranking him and wouldn’t come back, or at the worst would just take back only what he’d given…

“There’s a difference between confidence and cockiness, you know.” Cam nearly knocked his chair over as he heard the voice behind him. The demon was there again, floating in the air in that reclined position and grinning at him with a somewhat twisted look. “You have plenty of the latter, but I don’t know about the former.”

“What? Already?!”

“It’s midnight. That’s 24 hours exactly. That was the deal, no?”

“C-come on, man...please, I...just give me one more day! I...I didn’t think it’d go that way!”

“Heh, no one ever thinks they’re gonna fail. Really kinda impressive how they do so often, even on the simplest tasks. Sorry, there’s no ‘one more day’ clause, we had a contract and even if I felt sorry for you, I literally CAN’T break it. So, you know what that means…”

The demon twirled a finger in the air, darkness swirling around it. Cam yelped as he felt a buzz in his groin, a sensation that was much more sinister than the last one...he yanked his boxers down, hoping it wasn’t really happening, but it was, his cock was rapidly shrinking, balls receding into nothing. He tried to grab at them, but the magic repelled his hands, leaving him to whimper as he was robbed not only of the bonus he’d been given, but even what he’d started with...the inches shrank away far too quickly, leaving nothing but a dark ball of something against his pelvis.

That was when the next part started...a slight cry escaped him as he felt that weird tingling extend into his body a bit, centered around his midsection. It felt like the cloud was pushing in, shoving things around to make space for something else...and he knew exactly what something else that was, even as he didn’t want to believe it. There was nothing he could do to stop it, nothing he could do except let it happen, and when the sensations finally wore off, he looked down helplessly at his reconfigured anatomy.

“There we are...heh, don’t take this the wrong way, but I think it looks good on you,” cackled the demon. “Gonna have to try this with some other guys…”

Cam clenched his jaw. He felt like crying, but like hell he was going to be that pitiful in front of the demon. “Why...why did you...have to do something like this?”

“Because it’s fun. And because it’s different. Ain’t anything personal, kid, but what gives me life in his world is chaos. And chaos means breaking away from normal. Don’t really care whether they like or hate the outcome, so long as I get to futz with the way things are and make them more interesting. And it’s fun seeing some people think they’re getting exactly what they want and find out they hate it...or get something they hate and find out it’s exactly what they want. See, that’s the best of chaos.”

“Well, I don’t want this!”

“Heh, ain’t you ever heard the phrase ‘don’t knock it until you try it?’”

“I don’t WANT to try it!” Cam yelled, before suddenly clamping his mouth shut. That had been WAY too loud…

The demon snickered. “Relax, kid, they can’t hear you. You haven’t realized? Time’s a bit stopped while I’m here. Makes it easier to do what I want.”

Cam hadn’t realized that, but it was true, he looked at the clock and it still read midnight, even though several minutes had to have passed. At least his outburst wasn’t going to cause any problems...but he still had a big one. “I still don’t want this…”

“Deal’s a deal. But I’ll give you another one. Same kinda thing - use it or lose it. Just go a whole day without getting fucked in that new pussy of yours, and you’ll get back what you had before. No other tricks or twists. Of course, if you DO get fucked, you’re stuck that way...but hey, it’s gotta be easier to NOT have sex than to have sex, right?”

Cam wasn’t really feeling like taking that for granted after how much his last deal had busted. But what other choice did he have? There wasn’t any way of getting back to normal without the deal, he was sure of that, so even if he failed, he at least had the shot. “Does it...count if I get...fucked but don’t want it?”

“Yep, that counts. So don’t piss off anyone who might want to take it out on you, eh?”

That didn’t sound good…but it didn’t really change much. He was just glad he asked before taking the deal this time. “Okay...I’ll take the deal.”

“Good, good. Then it’s settled. Just make it to next midnight and you’ll be all back to your old self. Better hope you don’t get any itches before then…”

“Ah...w-wait, how do I...my parents are gonna know…”

“They’re never gonna know anything was different. Even if you get stuck that way, far as they’ll remember that’s how you’ve always been. Easier to play fast and loose with the way things are when no one who doesn’t need to be is aware of it, don’t you know?”

Cam blinked at the demon with a disbelieving expression. “That’s...there’s no way, someone would have to know! They’ve known me my whole life, they wouldn’t just...forget something like that!”

“Oh, it’s not so much ‘forgetting’ but I’m not gonna suffer explaining it. Don’t worry, I know it works.” The demon gave him a wink. “After all, how long have your classmates been anthros?” With one last cackle, it twisted out of existence, leaving the bedroom empty except for Cam.

The human sighed, grumbled, and slumped into his bed. He had to hope that nothing went weird in the next day so he could get back to normal...it was going to be tough trying not to think about that at school, but at least maybe he could keep it hidden.

And what was he playing at at the end? They’ve always been anthros, as long as I’ve known some of them… He rolled over and somehow fell asleep, the point effortlessly escaping him.

———

Waking up the next morning, Cam was distressed to find out that it hadn’t all been a bad dream. He was still equipped with a vagina rather than a dick, and that wasn’t changing no matter how much he tried to deny it. The only bright side was that he was already about a third of the way through the period...and the last third of the day, he could hide away in his room, feigning illness. If he tried to do that before, he doubted it would work - his mom would scrutinize it before school, wouldn’t be as discerning after since he wouldn’t be trying to get out of school. He knew THAT one from experience.

The danger was school - while there, and the walk to and from. He had to make sure no one found out about his change; he didn’t know who might decide to take him even without Cam wanting him to. Not that he WOULD ever want them to...either way, he had to keep it very well hidden. He was pretty sure he could do it, but he’d been pretty sure he could get someone to accept sex with him and that had turned out badly, too.

Stay calm, stay dressed, and don’t answer any questions about anything they might think is unusual.

It seemed like a good strategy. The walk to school wasn’t bad, and he was able to get into class without anyone saying anything. It probably wasn’t even that noticeable, really, and if that was the case then he could probably get through the day without anyone ever realizing that something was different about him. He started to feel a little bit more confident…

But that didn’t last. Not when second period hit and he caught himself looking at some of the students a little bit longer than usual. Like the horse that sat right in front of him, wearing one of those too-small shirts like he usually did, accentuating the muscles of his arms and back...or the badger leaning back in his seat next to him, twirling a pencil in his claws looking like he was bored out of his skull, a ragged vest hanging open to expose his muscular chest...or the raven towards the front of the class with his lean and trim build, inky black feathers hard to tear his eyes away from, those tight shorts he was wearing showing his defined legs clearly…

Cam barely managed to keep from smacking himself to try to shake out of it. What was wrong with him? He never spent this much time looking at or thinking about guys...he wasn’t gay, that was stuff gay dudes did! But despite his self-admonishments, he found it harder and harder to keep from looking, and as he did, he felt something between his legs, a tingle and a wetness that he really, really didn’t want anyone to notice. It bothered him, but he couldn’t help himself, and it was laying waste to his focus. Second day in a row he barely gave a hoot what else was going on, though this time sex was the last thing he wanted.

He hoped, anyway.

As the day progressed, he found that his disrupted concentration was getting worse. It didn’t help that there were a lot of attractive anthros in his classes...attractive MALE anthros, that was. Sure, there were attractive females, but he could scarcely keep his eyes on them when there was man candy around. The fact that he couldn’t reassert his sexuality was bothering him - was it just having a pussy that was doing that to him, or did the demon do something else to him? He hadn’t said anything, but maybe it was a trick that he didn’t have to talk about...Cam didn’t know all the rules, really he didn’t know any of them, for all he knew the demon was toying with him from the start.

Somehow, though, he was making it through...having to soak up some wetness with crappy school napkins from the lunch room wasn’t fun, but at least it kept him from making too much obvious wetness in that area. He was getting nervous, though, some of the anthros were sniffing around, like they could smell something in the air. Were they noticing something? Cam was doing his best not to react to them, his appearance should have made him an unlikely choice for the source of it, but if they scrutinized too close his cover could be blown. The saving grace was that this was during class, when they were busy enough that no one really had the time to try to probe him, and out in the halls he could move fast enough that the scent didn’t gather. Keeping himself in check, he was starting to believe he might get home free…

Until the bell rang to let them out of their second-to-last class, and he remembered what was coming next. PE...and his stomach sank in dread. It was wet outside, and their teacher, Mr. Kamara, didn’t bring them in when that happened - he brought them out to the field for some muddy sports. Football, soccer, rugby, anything that was nice and physical, which got you nice and muddy, and made sure you had to clean off afterwards. And the showers were public, and they were obligatory - you’d get in major trouble for tracking that mud further into the school.

Public shower...there’s no way I wouldn’t be discovered. I barely could hide before…

He couldn’t get out of it, skipping class would get him in such hot water - he’d get detention, and the delinquent students would probably not care about whether he wanted to be fucked or not. That and he couldn’t afford to fail PE, one missed class without an excuse got you the mark from Mr. Kamara, which basically guaranteed failure. The class was a requirement and failing now would make him have to retake it later, in addition to lousing up his already mediocre grades. Which could lead to summer school, and summer school would be the absolute worst...but he had one trick up his sleeve. Mr. Kamara was known for making students stay late if they came late, typically having them do those drudgery exercises that all gym teachers made students do and all students hated. Cam didn’t like them, but he’d rather do them than have to shower with a bunch of horny anthro males.

So as he walked into the gym area, he put his plan into action. Whipping out his phone, he went to Mr. Kamara’s office, putting on his best anxious expression to the rottweiler. “”Mr. Kamara, I...can I run out for a bit and call my mom? She texted me telling me to call her, and she doesn’t do that unless it’s...um. urgent.”

Mr. Kamara looked at him with a mildly annoyed expression. “You gonna make up that time to me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Fine. But you miss more than half the period and I’m putting the mark down.”

“I won’t be too long. Thank you.” He hurried out, thankful his ruse worked, his heart pounding a bit anyway. He headed away from the gym area and into the bathroom, where he could sit down and stall for a bit, and wipe himself down again. As long as he wasn’t inattentive, he could get there well before his grade was in danger.

He was a bit disconcerted, though, by the shivers that ran through his body as he tried to clean himself up. Brushing his fingers or some of the paper down there make him feel weirdly good, like when he masturbated back when he had his cock. Not quite as intensely since they were more incidental touches, but it felt like he was more sensitive...he didn’t know if that was normal or not, and had no intention of trying to find out. He just had one period left to get through…

After fifteen minutes he headed to the locker room, got himself changed, and joined in the outdoor activities. It was pretty cool and rainy out there, and as much there was plenty of mud on the field...where they were playing tackle football. Not his favorite sport, because he was a bit on the smaller side compared to most of the anthros and had a harder time tackling. That was why he usually got assigned an ‘offensive’ position, which meant he was the one getting tackled more...and he wasn’t sure he wanted their hands on him in this state.

Worse still, he wasn’t entirely sure he DIDN’T.

Mr. Kamara wasn’t letting him out of it, though, and he wasn’t going to protest and risk being called out. So he joined in the action, trying to catch balls and avoid the discovery of his lack of balls. It was wet, sloppy play, not really the best to do much of anything, and Cam really didn’t do a great job, but neither did anyone else, the defense mostly had the fun of taking them all down. At least no one grabbed him down there, but he wasn’t so sure he wasn’t brushed up against a few times…

No one said anything, though, and then the whistle blew. Everyone else started trudging inside...Cam didn’t, he went up to Mr. Kamara dutifully. The rottie looked down at him. “All taken care of?”

“Yes, sir...she said my grandma fell, and they were taking her to the hospital.” A lie, but an easier one - that had actually happened last year. And thankfully, she was fine, so remembering that didn’t have carry much in the way of anguish.

“They have to watch out at that age. Now, drop and give me 20.”

No complaints from Cam as he did the pushups, then jumping jacks, then shuttle sprints, then his best efforts at cartwheels. Each exercise went its own brand of not-smoothly, leaving him a sensationally muddy mess, on top of being sort and exhausted and cold. But finally he was let go, after the full eighteen minutes he was late by, and he was able to walk back to the locker room and hope that it was quiet.

It was a lucky break - everyone was out by the time he got back. It was pretty muddy in there, thanks to everything that had been tracked in, but Cam could handle a bit of mud. The relief he felt was quite extensive...there was only one real trial left after this, walking home. If he could make that, it would all be fine. He’d just spend the rest of the day holed up in his room, doing homework and waiting out the clock...normal was within his grasp.

He threw his muddy uniform in a plastic bag to take home and made for the shower, turning it on and letting the warm water cascade over him and warm him up as well as cleaning him off. The privacy was so nice, he didn’t have to be worried about anything except cleaning up. So often he had to be secretive when it was a public shower day, lest someone see that he wasn’t all he talked himself up to be. He wasn’t entirely sure some people hadn’t already seen...though, he didn’t know why they would want to, that was gay stuff and he was sure most of them weren’t gay. Now he was wondering, though, would they see it as gay if they fucked him? After all, if he had a pussy...well, he thought of himself as a guy still, but would they see him that way? Or was it being attracted to any kind of dude? Cam didn’t really know much about this stuff, and again it wasn’t something he cared to explore - just playing it safe and assuming anyone might want to fuck him had served him well so far…

“Someone’s in here late, isn’t he?”

It wasn’t just the fact that there was suddenly another voice where he had expected none - it was that the voice was DIRECTLY behind him, close enough for the person to reach out and touch him! Instinctively Cam whipped around, too quickly for his brain to scream at him that that was a bad idea, to see the grinning face of an iguana within arm’s reach of him. How had he not noticed? And if that wasn’t bad enough, there were four others in the shower as well - a wolf, a dolphin, an eagle, and a mountain of an armadillo - not as close to him but forming a decent wall that he wasn’t likely to get past. It took a beat for him to realize he was fully exposed to them, and he quickly tried to turn back around, but the iguana grabbed his upper arm and pushed him against the wall, ensuring he couldn’t hide his change.

“Well, well...so much for a foot, eh?” sniggered the wolf.

“Maybe it’s a foot inverted,” chuckled the dolphin. “Though I think he can probably fit more in there if he tried.”

“Maybe we’ll find out,” chimed in the eagle with a disturbingly deliberate tone.

Cam’s heart was racing. This was bad...not just because there were five people here who now knew, but because of WHO those five were. They called themselves the Carbines, and had a reputation for being roughnecks. Some called them a gang, though they didn’t get themselves into serious trouble - they weren’t necessarily bullies or thugs, but they weren’t afraid to get messy and you didn’t want to be on the wrong side of one, otherwise you were on the wrong side of all of them. Cam had been in their sights before, and he didn’t really know why - he hadn’t done anything except jaw at some of them a couple times, but it seemed every time he crossed one of them he got a leering look or maybe a mild taunt.

Avery, the iguana, was the one who did this the most, mainly because he shared more classes with him than any other, but they all had their moments. He would trade smack-talk with Cam and never seemed to be rattled by anything the human said to him, which Cam couldn’t say was true in the opposite direction. Vince, the wolf, had a tendency to try to spook him unexpectedly, and did so infrequently enough that he could catch Cam off guard every time. Fisher, the dolphin, liked to bring up his inability to get laid whenever Cam started talking about his size. Shion, the eagle, was less direct but occasionally made snide remarks that Cam suspected were meant to ruffle him, though they were never spoken to him directly. On the other hand, Rasmus, the armadillo, didn’t usually talk to or about him, but always seemed to be scrutinizing him, like he had plans for Cam that were being worked on...it made him uncomfortable to have that much person sizing him up, even if he’d never laid a finger on Cam.

Now all five were here, clearly in a team against him, unfair odds even if they weren’t all bigger than he was. And, he realized with another twist in his gut, all five were naked as the day they were born, just like he was. The situation had become far more dire, and Cam’s brain was shorting just enough to keep him from being able to figure out what to do. They were all fit, but Rasmus was the only really beefy one, muscles that most guys would drool over even if they were straight, towering a good foot over his fellow Carbines - everyone was pretty sure he was the spiritual leader of the group. Avery was the closest in physique, and not huge at that, just a bit more broad and muscular than the other three, who were healthy but not beefy. And Cam was cursing himself because it was hard to shake the impression that they were pretty hot...which was the last thing he wanted to be thinking when he was alone and needed to be as anti-sexual as possible.

Eventually he managed to form some shaky words. “What...wh-why...are you guys here?”

“To find you, of course,” Avery snickered, leering in a bit. “You and your little secret down below...not so much a secret as you thought, I think.” Cam could have died hearing that - they KNEW, somehow, and who knew how many others did? Even if he did manage to escape and return to normal, he’d never get over that shame...they would tease him about it ruthlessly until the end of his time there. “Fits you a lot better than a foot-long, or even your usual much less.”

“Ah...that…”

“Oh, please, you think anyone ever thought you had that much?” Shion said with a haughty air. “Even if several of us hadn’t already seen it, despite your ‘best efforts,’ no one would have believed you. You always sounded most desperate to convince yourself, really. Maybe you’ll be happier not having to talk about that all the time.”

It was all far too flustering...that was confirmation that he hadn’t been as stealthy as he thought, and that they somehow knew about the change, putting the demon’s statement about others being unaware into major doubt. Had they been hunting him down for that purpose? Was the demon using them as agents to make a certain thing happen? He needed to try to get away, but he felt frozen, that grip on his arm was so tight and felt so strong…

But that wasn’t the only thing soon. Before he knew what was happening, Avery had reached down with his unoccupied left hand, and his clawed fingers actually started playing with Cam’s snatch. He gasped as he felt them poke, pinch, rub at the lips, and tweak his clit a little bit. It felt bizarrely good, way different from those other brushing touches from before, these were deliberate and designed to stimulate, and they were startlingly effective.

I...no, this...I...I can’t let him do this...he...he might...if I don’t stop him, he...he could go farther…

Despite this thought, though, his mouth wasn’t working right. He was making some quiet whines and whimpers which were desperate efforts to keep from moaning or crying out, but he couldn’t form even the one simple word that would have at least expressed his dismay properly. He wasn’t even using his completely free other arm to try to push Avery away, in fact it was creeping farther away, pushing against the wall, almost like it was prepping to push Cam INTO the treatment. And Avery was giving him more, one finger pushing deeper inside, then two...rubbing him deeper, making him tense down around them reflexively, which made it feel even better.

“How is he?” asked Fisher, almost sounding like he was salivating over something, most likely Cam.

“Greedy little twat. Definitely wants me, feels like it’s trying to suck my fingers in.” Avery’s voice had a distinct gleeful tone to it that made Cam redden profusely. How could he say Cam wanted this? That was surely wrong… “No hymen, either, so no blood.”

“Thank fuck,” Vince growled. “Last thing I want is a repeat of THAT embarrassment…”

“What, you don’t want to faint while plugging a pussy again?” Fisher cackled.

“Shut it. Fucking hemophobia…”

“I can take the lead to be sure,” hissed Avery with a suggestive tone.

“Not like we didn’t know you’d go first anyway, with your thing for him.” Cam’s heart thumped again. Thing for him?! Since when?! Avery had never suggested he’d wanted Cam before, he’d never made any kind of pass or anything! Even if he had, Cam wouldn’t have...was that how Avery knew, was he looking at Cam a lot? Why would he want Cam like this rather than like he was yesterday? It was all too confusing, and his brain didn’t seem to want to focus on those questions...he let out a gasp and moan as those fingers pulled out, breaking a bit as the pleasure got to be too much. He was taking deep breaths as an unfamiliar scent rose in the air, something he couldn’t really identify and couldn’t tell if he liked it or not…

And then his eyes glanced down, and that breathing stopped momentarily. Jutting from a slit in the iguana’s groin was a slightly reddish cock, and even at a quick glance he could already tell it was at least as big, if not bigger than what Cam had been packing yesterday. The shape was somewhat different, had more of a point at the end than the rounded head a human’s had, but it was that size that had him breathless. While he’d spent so long crowing about it, Avery actually HAD it, and hadn’t ever made a stink about it...no wonder no one believed him.

Suddenly Avery was moving, getting in front of Cam and turning them slightly so the human wasn’t right against the wall anymore. His right hand still had a firm grip on the human’s upper arm, but now his left had wrapped around Cam’s thigh, lifting it a bit and leaving him sort of precariously balanced, staying up from that grip and one foot. The tip of that impressive tool was so close to his entrance...in full view of the onlookers, they could enjoy the show of him getting fucked all they wanted. He was about to lose his one chance at normalcy at the hands and cock of this lizard, to be stuck in this altered form with no chance of ever undoing it!

So why wasn’t he trying to get away?

It wasn’t even a question of whether he COULD escape...he hadn’t made even the slightest effort to. Not a word in opposition to the sexual imposition. Not trying to struggle out of that grip, remove that hand from his thigh or try to break the hold on his arm. Not even something as simple as trying to close his legs as the tip of that cock pushed against his folds. He was telling himself he didn’t want this, needed to stop it so he could get back to how he was, but nothing he was doing conveyed any of that message to Avery - for all the iguana would know, Cam wanted him badly. And even as he was aware of this, he seemed powerless to change it.

His last effort to try to muster some sort of resistance ended in a loud, lust-laden cry as Avery pushed in a couple inches. That warm cock was even better than the reptile’s fingers, thicker even a little bit past that pointed tip, rubbing against so much of him that he could scarcely process it. Far from trying to escape, his body sank further into that grip, conceding to the penetration and what was going to come from it. The pleasure was overwhelming, he needed to...stop and try to collect himself. Avery had entered him...but the demon had said something about cum, hadn’t he? Maybe he could still get out of this, if he could...somehow convince Avery to pull out. Would that work? He didn’t know...it was so hard to think, when his cunt was being rubbed by that cock…

Avery was getting deeper and deeper, too...his thrusts were slow and steady, but slowly gaining in depth and ever so slightly in force. The deeper he got, the more of him there was against Cam’s flesh, and the harder it was to think through the growing pleasure. Cam wasn’t even really trying to hide the moans of throaty pleasure at this point, he couldn’t do that with the limited resources his brain was granting him at the same time as trying to build up some impetus to pull away later or at least beg Avery to release outside his body...he must have looked like a total slut.

The others certainly thought so. “Holy shit, look at him flex, you can see him trying to suck in Avery’s dick,” Fisher laughed.

“You always know a needy bitch when you see them on a cock,” agreed Vince with lechery oozing from his voice. “I’ll bet he’s been wanting something like this for a long time.”

“I only hope I get the same thing when it’s my turn,” Shion chimed in. “And that he hasn’t already been ruined…”

“You’re gonna have to wait in line, Shion.”

“Well, no one said we had to only go one at a time. Just gotta all get off in him somehow, right?”

“You’d pass up his pussy?”

“Hardly passing up if I’ll get my chance later. Besides, Vince, you’re not going there either, not with that knot, it’d take forever to go down.”

Cam rather rapidly lost track of what they were saying after that, thanks to feeling the tip of Avery’s shaft bump up against something inside him. Some spot of tightness he might have known more about if he had ever paid attention during the sexual education portion of health class...it felt weird but oddly good to feel Avery bump up against it, which was on top of the lizard’s inches ravishing the rest of his cunt. And the iguana was still far from hilting in him...Cam’s voice was getting shakier by the second, he couldn’t believe how good this felt, it was making it really hard to want to end it early, even as he knew what the stakes were if he didn’t. Every now and then he’d feel a sudden spike of pleasure and his body would shake a bit, and he’d get a little bit wetter in his loins as liquid seeped out around that ample spear that stretched him immensely. Though, some of that had to be the lizard’s precum as well...Avery was shooting it in him every so often, making his heart skip a bit as he wondered if he was actually cumming. For all he knew, that pre was enough to seal the deal, but he was still intending to try that last ditch effort…

Avery was about to make it harder. “Haah...fuck, you feel so good...can’t tell you how many times I fantasized about this...maybe not quite like this, but, ngh, it’s even better than if you had a cock...you’re such a fucking hot guy, can’t believe I waited this long…” He pushed a little bit, getting Cam against the wall again, but more angled to the side than with his back straight against it, pushing harder as he started to thrust faster, his face getting close to Cam’s...without warning, his tongue snuck into the human’s mouth, catching Cam entirely off-guard. Though he could still moan plenty, he couldn’t speak up like this, and with the lizard’s force against him, he wasn’t going to be able to push away very easily, cutting off his two avenues of escape. And yet, he was struggling to find the panic or the urgency, his eyes lidding a bit as he felt that tongue push against his own mouth and tongue. Something was building in him, it was like that tongue was pushing a lever that was unleashing the flood of pleasure, breaking through what shaky resistance he was having…

And then, with a sudden forceful thrust, that spot deep inside, which had been slowly relaxing, gave way entirely, allowing the full entry of that dong deep into Cam, letting Avery finally hilt into him. The bliss doubled almost instantly, and only ramped up rapidly from there as Avery used everything he had, jerking halfway out and then hilting again, not letting Cam recover from each thrust before the next one built on top of it, sending him skyward into heights of excitement and need he’d never known before in his life. All thought of trying to stop this was gone now, he needed this, needed to reach that endpoint, he could feel it coming on and swelling and was trying to clutch down on that cock and make it bring him there, damning the consequences.

When it hit, he wasn’t ready for it, and didn’t want to be. It come on like a storm, his body convulsed and he cried into Avery’s tongue. Sheer ecstasy wracked him, making him go wild, his mind blanking out halfway as it was flooded with all those bliss-chemicals that told him how much he loved it all, how much he wanted it all. He jerked a bit in that grip, but not trying to get away, in fact his core muscles were trying to tighten around that dick and keep it inside him, almost begging now for Avery to give him his seed. The relentless thrusting made the pleasure spike here and there, refusing to allow that orgasm to recede, keeping Cam entombed in that swirling pleasure…

Avery pulled his tongue out and away just a moment before it happened. The iguana let out his own euphoric cry as his limit was breached, and a thick gush of spunk blasted against Cam’s deepest depths. The human’s eyes rolled back in his head as he was seeded, and the pleasure in his brain crested again, a rapid flash hitting him square. In that sudden moment, it was like something was ripped out of his mind...the part of him that remembered his cock, wanted his cock, was violently taken, and he could barely care in the haze of his bliss. He could do nothing but revel in the sensation of being filled, and even as his own orgasm died away a bit, there was an odd contentment in feeling so much jizz pouring into him, making him feel nice and full along with that thick tool that kept it from seeping out beyond just a trickle.

Avery’s grip changed, arms wrapping around Cam as he helped the wobbly human remain upright. Cam’s face flushed as he felt that strong body against him, holding him gently. There was still confusion...it was weird, he remembered that he used to have a dick, but couldn’t really remember what it was like, couldn’t remember the desire to have it. That was all the proof he needed that it was gone for good...yet, he couldn’t find it in him to be anguished, or even really disappointed. It was as if he’d lost even the sense of loss, like it might as well have never been. His mind was still unsettled by that event, he was finding it hard to focus...but he wasn’t given time to really settle.

“Hey, Avery, stop being a cuddlefag. We’ve got work to do, remember?” Vince’s voice cut into the haze of complacent confusion. “He ain’t just yours, remember.”

“I know, dude. Relax.” Avery wasn’t exactly hasty about it, but he did eventually pull away from the somewhat-embrace and lead Cam over to the trio of Vince, Fisher, and Shion, all of whom were standing at full attention and ready to go. Fisher was the largest of the trio, about the same length as Avery though a touch thinner, but it sort of twisted around on its own unlike the others; Shion and Vince were about the same length as each other, a little bit shorter than Avery or Fisher, but Vince had that swelling bulge at the base that Shion didn’t.

“You know the rules,” Avery said warningly. “Don’t hurt him, don’t make him feel bad.”

“RELAX, dude, we’re gonna treat him just fine,” Fisher insisted. “Positions, everyone.”

Cam’s head was still spinning. Wasn’t he supposed to not be into guys? He didn’t feel like he didn’t want their attention, to be sure...really he was having a hard time NOT looking at them, especially those really nice cocks they had. As they moved, they were taking hold of him, trying to get him into a particular position...should he have been letting them? But at this point, did it really matter? His new change was already locked in, what reason did he really have to fight them? Doing what they wanted seemed like a good idea, it wasn’t going to hurt anything, and some part of him kind of liked the idea of doing what they said…

Even as he made the decision, it was kind of made for him - he come back into awareness with him on his back, on top of Shion, with the eagle’s member prodding at his rear. Looking up, he could see Vince’s red poker hanging over him, a musky scent that he found oddly appealing (if inferior to Avery’s...which he suddenly realized he knew what that scent earlier was) flooding his nose. Fisher was kneeling between his legs, his own cock lining up at the human’s freshly deflowered pussy.

If he didn’t look like a slut before, he DEFINITELY did now.

Fisher took the lead, humping in forcefully, driving most of his length into Cam’s snatch, which didn’t protest the forceful entry in the slightest. Cam couldn’t help but let out a long, low, moan, which was cut off by Vince pushing the tip of his own dick into the opportune opening. It was unexpected and a bit disorienting, but it took scarcely more than a couple seconds before the human’s eyes lidded a bit and he started to lick and suck on it, the musky and salty taste somehow hitting the spot for him. He heard a ribald chuckle above him. “Bitch’s eager...bet with some practice we’ll have a master cocksucker serving us.”

Shion was last to engage, and slower to push into Cam’s untested rear end, working him open more gradually. Whether because Cam was just so distracted by the pleasure he was getting from the other two or some other weird effect that was going on with the whole weird situation, he wasn’t feeling any real discomfort from the anal intrusion any more than he was with anything else. Getting eased into it probably helped, but he wasn’t so sure he would have felt any worse if it had been just shoved in there.

With all three in, they started getting into a steady rhythm, and that was driving Cam wild. Fisher was a quick fucker, his cock sloppily driving in and out, twisting around a bit to touch sensitive spots within him, and Cam couldn’t help but squeeze down on him. He wasn’t holding back like Avery had, delving deep as he pleased, not that anything was stopping him. Shion had taken on a faster pace than he’d started with, but was still not going quite as rapidly as Fisher - having Cam on top of him restrained his pace a bit, but it still felt incredible, the stretch and a peculiar sensitivity helping to make everything feel amazing. Up at his other end, Vince wasn’t so much thrusting as just pushing in a bit, trying to get more of Cam’s mouth around his shaft and more action from his tongue; the tip was pushing at the back of his throat, but not going all the way in, though it felt like he was threatening to at any moment.

And in the middle of it all, Cam was feeling fucking amazing. Avery had blown his mind before, and he was still feeling a bit out of it from that, leaving him ever more open to the pleasure from this triple treatment. That tightness in his loins from the two thick tools driving in was dizzying, a constant thrill through his body that occasionally spiked to better, making him shiver hard and clench down harder, providing more of that pleasure to all of them. And he was really getting into the taste of wolf in his mouth, Vince’s member appealing to him on a primal level he’d never even known was possible to enjoy. He almost felt like he could melt into this and become just a puddle of lust to be used and enjoyed by the three who had him in their clutches.

“Guh, fuck, you can just FEEL how much the little cockwhore loves this,” moaned out Fisher breathlessly, following another tight clamping down on his tool from Cam’s cunt. “Hah, can’t believe he was trying to hide it in the first place…imagine if he missed out on this…”

“Don’t have to tell me, he’s almost trying to break me off and keep me inside him,” grunted Shion from underneath the pile of action. “Would only be better if Vince wasn’t fucking leaking on my face.”

“Hah, like you don’t dig my flavor, birdy,” cackled Vince as he suddenly bucked, making Cam lose more of his preseed to splash and dribble off his face and into Shion’s. “We’ll just have to train the slut to swallow faster. He’s got the worship part down great, though.”

Cam felt his face flush harder. The coarse language, somehow, was turning him on further, amping up his already intense lust. Maybe it was because he was certainly feeling like a slut and cockwhore - would someone who wasn’t either be moaning so loudly from getting three holes filled nice and full by such big dicks? Would he be on the verge of cumming again if he wasn’t enchanted by these powerful tools laying claim to him? It was a bit degrading yet at the same time gratifying, he could swear he could feel the appreciation they had for his sluttiness...somehow that was making him feel better than he could remember feeling before this change.

The throbbing and pulsing of the three cocks was the cue to Cam that they were about to seed him, about to leave no part of him unstained by sexual conquest and his own submission to it. But now, there was nothing left for him to worry about, was there? He already was how he was, and he knew he loved it, so being flooded like that held nothing negative for him...on the contrary, he felt almost like he needed it, like their jizz was what he needed for his own true satisfaction. Whether as a conscious or unconscious response to these thoughts, he worked them harder, trying to bring them to their release faster so he could get what he craved...but he was the first to reach that limit, his body rocking in the throes of another powerful orgasm that overpowered his senses and almost made him blank out. The rush of pleasure was beyond powerful, even if slightly short of the first one that Avery had brought him to, his more pliable state made it feel just as satisfying.

That extra motion and activity from Cam was just what he needed to reach his other goal, too - clenching down harder, writhing and twisting, all brought about the stimulation the three anthros taking him were needing for their own orgasms. Shion got there first, crying out in Cam’s ear as he spurted warm fluid into Cam’s needy rear, a very different filling than the first but no less satisfying. Fisher followed up pretty shortly after, his cry louder but more spread out over the showers as his thick cum joined Avery’s earlier leavings and Cam’s runnier fluids inside his twat, and outside as the case soon was, the load enough to create plenty of leakage around the dolphin’s slippery staff. Vince was the last one to get there, much more restrained sound-wise but just as prolific in his emissions; the first shots went into Cam’s mouth directly, giving him more of that powerful salty taste, but then he shoved in deeper, unloading most of his climax down the human’s throat, making it easier for him to swallow it down. He sucked and slobbered over the meat that was in there, almost like he was nursing it for more of that fluid; even if he couldn’t taste it coming right out, he wanted as much of it in him as he could get.

By the time they were done shooting, Cam felt quite full, quite worn out, and quite satisfied in a way that he hadn’t known possible before that day. He lay pretty limp as the three worked to get themselves out of him. “Pfeh...I’m gonna need a shower after this, for sure,” grumbled Shion, whose face had gotten some of Vince’s seed onto it from what Cam couldn’t contain in his mouth. “Knew I should’ve angled for his mouth instead…”

“You didn’t seem to be complaining while you were rutting his ass,” snickered Fisher.

“His ass wasn’t the problem! It was Mister ‘let’s make him wear it’ that was the problem!”

“You could’ve waited and gotten a different spot,” Vince remarked with a shrug. “You were the one who wanted to jump in as soon as possible. Quit your whining, it’s not like you’ve never had a facial before.”

“Only because everyone’s afraid of the beak…”

There was no way he was as messy as Cam, though, who had cum all over his face, leaking from his pussy and ass, and a few squirts on his chest and stomach from Fisher’s last shots. He still felt pretty full even after the three cocks had left him, and was laying there trying to recover his energy...but a shadow that started looming over him reminded him that he wasn’t done yet. Standing over him was Rasmus, and if the armadillo looked huge from a distance he seemed like a titan close up. Tired as he was, Cam wasn’t able to do much more than slightly rise at the dillo’s presence - but he didn’t have to do the heavy lifting here, as those huge hands grabbed him and lifted him up, holding him in the air in front of him, so that they were face to face. Cam felt pretty helpless hanging there, and as he looked down, his breath caught in his throat as he saw what he was up against - a supremely long and thick cock, beating Avery’s by a few inches in length and a good bit in girth, easily the biggest of the Carbines, fitting on such a mountain of a man. Gulping, he looked up into Rasmus’s face, seeing nothing but that calm, neutral expression the dillo always had. And then, he spoke, one quiet but insistent word.

“Beg.”

Just hearing it sent a shiver down Cam’s spine, which seemed to radiate throughout his body. Almost like he was on automatic, the words tumbled out of his mouth. “Please...fuck me hard, fill me with your whole cock, rut me until I break, make me swell with your seed, I need it more than anything else…” He didn’t even know where it came from, why he said it so readily, but each and every word was absolutely exactly what he wanted, he knew it immediately and without question.

Rasmus seemed satisfied by this, and suddenly turned Cam in his hands, so that he was facing out to the open shower. Anyone else could have walked in and seen exactly what was going on, without question...and yet Cam felt no more concern about that, it didn’t matter at all if they did or not. Not so long as he got that thick dick to pound into his body and claim him like the others...and he got just that, his cry ringing out as that huge staff was steadily forced in, spreading him wider than anyone else had, plunging deeper than anyone else had, the stretch visible in his midsection when Rasmus finally hilted. It felt like it should have hurt, but aside from a little bit of ache from the sheer stretch, it felt just as good as everyone else’s. Maybe that was part of the whole magic that was affecting him...he wasn’t about to complain, not that he really could.

Although Rasmus was just one person, once he started thrusting he felt like a match for all three anthros that had just gotten done with him. He had such immense power in him, he held Cam up effortlessly, moved him like a toy, and each insertion felt like it might try to erupt through his body. He wasn’t fucking too fast, letting each thrust linger for a bit, making sure Cam felt it as clearly as anything. And all he could do was dangle there and take it, moan out his obvious pleasure, clench down on Rasmus reflexively, somehow making things tighter even when it seemed like they couldn’t possibly get so.

The others were watching, clearly engrossed in the sight of their ostensible leader displaying his exceptional capability. Avery was as hard as ever, and Cam could swear he could feel the iguana’s eyes drinking in his body. Fisher was also stiff, and actively masturbating to the sight, seemingly more interested in where Rasmus’s thick cock was distending the human’s pussy lips. Shion was cleaning himself off, but still watching as he did, while Vince was leaning against the wall, no longer erect but still clearly interested in what was going on. Cam felt his heart racing at being the center of so much attention, and it wasn’t escaping him that he felt like he would obey each and every one of them as unquestioningly as he had Rasmus...he could feel the pull, the deference towards them, the need to bring them satisfaction as strongly as his own...he hadn’t realized it before, but it stood out to him now, he belonged to them, wanted to belong to them, NEEDED to belong to them. All he needed was Rasmus to finish making it official…

“Hmhm...he’s as eager as promised.” That deep voice rumbled behind him, sounding so loud despite being clearly just the dillo’s normal speaking voice. Cam cried out a bit louder as Rasmus started to thrust in harder, pulling him down a bit more as he thrust up into the human. “Wasn’t sure that imp was gonna really follow through...guess he’s good as his word.” That mention did not go unnoticed to Cam, but he was too ensconced in the throes of pleasures to do more than just cry out louder, his body shivering in a minor climax that made him clamp down harder on Rasmus’s tool. Tired as he was, that need to feel more, to be brought to ecstasy and to bring Rasmus with him, was overpowering, keeping him going beyond his limits.

He was already so full, but Rasmus was testing that limit, too. Avery and Fisher had left a good amount of seed inside him already, but Rasmus was leaking a good bit of precum into him, to say nothing of his own wetness flowing freely...and unlike Fisher before him, Rasmus wasn’t really providing any room to leak around him. All that was coming out was what was forced out when he thrust in, and that wasn’t much. His actual orgasm would have to be so huge...but Cam wanted it all, wanted to swell up like a balloon if that was what it took.

Rasmus suddenly shifted his grip, arm wrapping around Cam’s chest while his other hand grabbed the human’s thigh, and he started pounding harder, driving his cock in faster, the throbbing tool leaking more and more, warning of an imminent finale. The harder he went, the fiercer the fire of lust in Cam, his voice getting higher and louder as he was shoved towards yet another pinnacle, helpless to do anything except welcome his utter conquest; he would have begged for it again if his mouth had been capable of producing words, but the whirl in his head kept that from happening, leaving him to merely sound the glory of his euphoria to all who could hear it.

Once again, Cam beat the one fucking him to the finish, his cries cutting off as they got too high and he got too breathless, his body quaking and twisting in utter rapture as he blissed out for the third time. And once again, it only got better once Rasmus joined in, his own climax heralded with no more than a heavy grunt, but his cock did plenty of talking with the enormous bursts of thick cum spewing into Cam’s cunt, threatening to balloon him up just as he’d imagined. There was so much of it, it felt like his body was bloating a bit under the immense pressure, though the swell wasn’t as obvious to the eyes as he felt like it was. And Cam loved every bit of it, reveled in it, ceded to the dominance of the five of them as readily as possible, gave in to what he wanted more than anything he’d wanted in his life. It felt so good, like he’d finally gotten exactly what he’d wanted...it was only dimly that he remembered wanting something very different not long ago, but that was soon clouded over by the pleasure and satisfaction he was getting now.

And the fatigue...as his orgasm faded away, Cam was well and truly spent beyond reason. Rasmus pulled him off of his cock finally, but as he tried to set Cam down the human’s legs buckled, unable to keep him upright. “Hm, looks like we’re going to have to work on stamina. Avery, help get our bitch cleaned up. Fuck him again if you want, but make sure he’s decent enough in twenty minutes for us to get him to our clubhouse.”

Avery rushed over like he’d been waiting for this, holding Cam upright and leading him over to the showers. His touch was surprisingly gentle, though maybe that was just because Cam had just gotten through the roughest of handlings by comparison...he hadn’t missed the suggestion that Rasmus had made, that his day was certainly far from done, but any thought of objecting to that simply didn’t materialize. He simply faded into it, letting his body relax in Avery’s strong arms as the water started cascading down on him, and he felt the iguana’s length pierce his pussy lips once more…

———

A lot of the previous night was a blur when Cam woke up the next morning. There was a good bit of confusion at first - he wasn’t in his own bed, nor was he alone in the bed he was in, nor was said bed in a place he recognized, and he still felt quite sapped and well-used. It took a bit for everything to start clicking again...he was in the Carbines’ clubhouse, a dingy and messy place where the gang hung out on their own time. And it was going to probably become VERY familiar for Cam before long, given what had happened to him…

He vaguely remembered a phone call to his parents that he was going to be spending the weekend with friends, something that they were unusually uninquisitive about. He somewhat recalled an evening of rampant fucking, mostly between them and himself, each orifice getting acquainted with all five of them. He could sort of glean through the haze how much he’d loved it all, even as he was barely coherent for a good bit of it. And as he remembered the events that had led to it all, he found himself questioning how he could ever have wanted a big cock when he could have a pussy to take them instead. It was a weird thought that he knew was unusual, but it didn’t really matter now...in fact he rather preferred it, given what had transpired.

“Morning, cutie.” He heard Avery’s voice in his ear as he stirred, the reptile clearly having been awake for a bit and content to enjoy his presence. “How’re you feeling?”

“Good...exhausted, but good.”

“We’ll get you perked up. Lots of fun ahead of us today...gonna be all over you for a bit, been waiting for too long for this.” The iguana’s hands roamed down Cam’s body, toying with his lower lips a bit, making him moan in response; even if he was tired, the sex never seemed to get any less satisfying.

“Ah...Avery? Uh...what...what did...Rasmus mean, yesterday? A-about the...uh, the imp?”

“Oh, that? Heh, I guess you would be curious about that.” Avery shifted and sat the two of them up, still holding Cam close and teasing him with his clawed fingers. “I still don’t really understand it myself, it was just...one of those weird random things. We were hanging out, talking about sex, and...I guess we all wanted a dedicated gang bitch who’d serve us however we wanted and like it. And this...weird little imp-demon thing, not really sure what it is, it just sorta popped up in front of us and offered us to pick someone. And...well, I’ve always wished that you were into guys so I could tell you what I wanted to do with you and maybe have you consider it...I couldn’t help myself, I sort of blurted out that I wanted you.”

“Lucky for him, none of the rest of us had anyone in mind.” Vince was also apparently awake now, yawning and stretching; Fisher also seemed to be up and at ‘em. “I didn’t care who it was so long as they were fun to fuck.”

“Yeah…” Avery flushed a bit. “So, uh, yeah, the imp-demon thing seemed really pleased for some reason when I said it, and basically said, uh, we had basically one day to make it happen, otherwise it’d become one of us instead. And he said that if we hurt you when, uh, taking possession of you, it’d all get turned around and we’d be the bitches instead. But I’d’ve pitched a fit if any of them had hurt you anyway, I definitely wanted you to love it, not hate it. I wasn’t expecting you to, uh, be like this, though…”

Cam’s face reddened. “Ah...uh, y-yeah...that...uh...I, uh...may have...met the same demon...and not been so lucky with what I’d tried to do…”

“I dunno, sounds like you’re plenty lucky to me,” snickered Fisher. “Five guys who’ll give you all the pleasure you could ever hope for, one of whom’s smitten with you for some ungodly reason...seems to me that if you didn’t get anything out of whatever your deal was, that wasn’t what was right for you, was it?”

“I...uh…” Cam trailed off. He had wanted to dispute that, except...could he, really? He was never going to be insecure about his cock size again - hard to be when he didn’t have one. He was never going to struggle getting action like he did during that frantic day. And even before the five had claimed him...he’d been lusting after males most of that day, the want had been there even when he’d tried to deny it. Lust that hadn’t actually ever been there with his big dick, he wanted to fuck for the sake of fucking but he hadn’t really FELT the desire. Maybe what he’d actually gotten had been what he’d really wanted all along...maybe what he’d thought he’d wanted was just an illusion. “I guess...you’re right. I think this really was better.”

“I would have liked you either way,” Avery assured him. “But...something about you seems happier like this. I dunno how to describe it, but it’s just, well, there. I was really happy when you were so eager to go through it with it…”

“Ah...but...didn’t that, uh, imp...make me?”

“The deal was we had to cum in you first before you’d belong to us,” said Vince. “‘s why all five of us wanted to have a go at you right there, didn’t want to leave anything to chance.”

Cam’s breath caught in his throat, and not just because his clit got a cheeky pinch. All those feelings of submission he’d felt before they’d shot in him...those were all his own? That meant...it wasn’t the demon making him want to remain that way...that had been his desire from the start. He’d wanted Avery to finish in him, make him remain that way...he’d wanted the five to use him like they did...was that really true? Or did the demon work some subtle magic that he didn’t tell them about? That was certainly in his power...but...the more Cam thought on it, the more he decided it was really truly him. Whether that was the case or not, he liked that explanation better, and without knowing for sure, why not just believe that?

Suddenly his head clouded over, for a brief instant, before righting itself again. And upon clearing, Cam know two things to be irrevocably true: that his wish had never been to have a big dick, but to have a pussy and be the perfect shape to service and satisfy the males he’d lusted after, and that he’d always been attracted to all the Carbines, but especially Avery, and had so long desired to be the bitch they’d always wanted. Now that he was how he was, he was perfectly suited to that, and he no longer questioned what it was he’d ever sought.

“Cam? You okay?” Avery’s voice brought the human back to reality, and he smiled over at the suddenly anxious iguana.

“I’m fine...still a little tired, I guess. But don’t let that stop you...I’m yours for the taking, and I’ll love it no matter what.”

“Sounds like an invitation to me,” growled Vince lecherously. “Let’s not keep the bitch waiting, the practice’ll only help him last longer.”

Laying invisible in the upper corner of the room, the demon grinned as he watched the human get started with his long day of fun, before shifting through the wall and flying off. Some people know just what they really want...others, they have to be shown before they realize it. Those ones are the most fun wishes to make happen, though...that’s when you can really throw things into chaos and watch what happens. Wonder who’ll have the next one for me to play with...