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Corruptors of the Road 3 Written by Leo Todrius Commissioned by Guderian

The first real heat of summer had saturated the suburbs, all the cul-de-sacs silent as the cement baked and the lawns did their best to stay alive. The sky was an endless sea of blue without so much as a stray wisp of cloud to differentiate one part from another. Street after street of ranch style homes sat silent, not a sign of life at any of them other than a few stray air conditioners humming away... But on Katu Court one soul dared to buck the trend. A white garage door was hoisted up, light spilling into the dark room through the open door and through a curtain drawn over an interior window. The sound of hard rubber growling against cement came as the orange lawn mower was pushed out by a seventeen year old.

Ryan turned back, looking at his yard... His house was almost like any other; three bed, one bath, kitchen... Painted brick red, a single tree sitting on the other side of the curved path that went from the middle of the driveway to the front door, creating a little bit of shade across the path and in the nook between the windows and the path. The lawn was a bit scraggly from the wet spring but Ryan really didn't understand why his parents called just to make sure he had mowed the lawn, let alone on such a hot day.

The teenager heaved out a sigh, pushing the mower to the corner of the yard. Ryan was five foot ten, his light brown hair cut to a respectable length all over his head except in the front where it had been worked up into a slight ridge, some desperate act of being unique... Ryan was on the debate team, mode united nations, he volunteered at the nearest nursing home... He did everything and yet his parents always struggled to make sure he was doing something. No, with them out of town for a weekend they were still trying... but Ryan had a plan. He'd finished as much of their list as he could in advance without them realizing, then he'd stayed up late the night they left to finish the rest. The mowed lawn was only a minor bump in the plan; after that he'd still be completely free... free to relax for once in his life.

Ryan's deep brown eyes surveyed the mower to ensure it would still operate after all this time. He leaned down, took a hold of the cord and tugged. The engine gave a pitiful cough. Ryan tugged again and again and then the mower sprung to life, little emerald blades of grass flying out of the vent. Ryan eased the mower forward, starting the parallel path back and forth up to the house before he'd change direction and go the other way, ever mindful of the white picket fence that ran around the yard at waist level. Just as Ryan had always done, he ducked under the branch of the tree, not deviating his path lest it throw off the pattern.

It didn't take Ryan long to finish his first path but the heat wave didn't need long. Ryan was sweating quite a bit. His shirt was soaked under the arms; sweat ran down from his forehead and beads of sweat even collected on the soft, almost transparent hairs on his upper lip. Ryan had always wanted a mustache but his parents wouldn't stand for that... so the best compromise was to never start shaving, saving his peach fuzz for later use... Ryan couldn't wait to get out.

Having reached the gate to the back yard, Ryan turned and began working his way back towards the driveway. The mower was at least faithful once started, chopping the grass into fine little bits. Ryan sneered a bit as he wondered why his parents hadn't invested in a mower with a bag... Perhaps it was one more way to keep him busy. Ryan passed the tree again, nearing the end of the lawn when he heard something unusual. It almost sounded like thunder... The growl, the rumble, it was so loud that soon he felt it.

Ryan turned, looking up the end of the court to the cross street... and as if an alien had descended from another dimension, Ryan saw something he never expected to see in the neighborhood, a... biker. It was almost surreal to hear the bike before it emerged, the craft at least half as big as a car. The huge tires somehow held the frame up, chrome rushing up to meet a metal flake bronze chassis that glinted in the light. Detailing on the bike was amazing, the chrome reaching down to the front wheel looking almost like a pair of claws on either side, the lights in the front angled almost like eyes... but the bike was not so strange as the man.

It had only been a few seconds since the biker came into Ryan's view but it felt like an eternity. The man had to be at least six feet tall, a mane of wild dishwater blond hair hanging around his head, his face obscured by dark black sunglasses and the longest, thickest, most dense beard Ryan had ever seen. The mustache was so thick that it practically obscured his mouth. Thick gold earrings hung from the man's ears and a leather jacket hung open, the white shirt underneath contorting over a huge, rounded beer belly. The legs hanging down either side were like tree trunks. A guy that size needed a bike that big.

Ryan was busy trying to sear the biker into his memory so he would never forget, so he would always have something to remind himself that life wasn't a carbon copy... when the unexpected happened. The motorcycle's turn light flicked on, blinking steadily. Ryan was dumbfounded, it had to be a mistake... But as he watched, the motorcycle turned onto his cul-de-sac, pulling along his street. Ryan let go of the handle on the mower and it shuddered to a stop.

The motorcycle passed Ryan's house, heading down five houses before it turned around in the court, coming back up. Ryan watched like a security camera stuck on a pole, panning one way and then back. It was obvious to the teenager that the biker was just turning around to go back the way he came, no doubt he didn't expect to wind up in the suburbs of hell, but once more the biker defied Ryan's expectations. The motorcycle pulled up to the curb in front of his house and came to a stop, the engine going quiet.

Ryan's heart nearly popped out of his chest. The biker was in front of his house, just a few feet from him? Had he come to rob the only person outside? Was he asking for directions? Did Ryan know any directions to offer? While Ryan ran circles around his own head, the biker slid off the bike and onto the street, stretching a bit. A grin crossed the man's lips, his mouth opening just enough that his long canine teeth could be seen.

"Ryan? Ryan Renolds?" The biker asked, his voice surprisingly young... not that Ryan noticed. The biker had said his name. How could this man know him? Wait, the biker had said his name, best to respond.

"Yes, that's me." Ryan replied, giving half a smile before cursing himself that he hadn't asked a name in return. The man seemed to notice his confusion.

"It's Dustin, Dustin Reilley." The biker said, moving up to the fence, offering his hand over it. Ryan nearly fell over at that.

"Dustin?!" Ryan asked, eyes nearly popping out of his head. There wasn't a week that went by that Ryan didn't think of his old friend Dustin. Ryan had been eight years old when he moved to the city, living in an apartment building and being forbidden to go outside... Ryan had cried himself to sleep several nights at the lack of friends until Dustin Reilley moved in. Dustin was already eleven but he didn't mind hanging out with a younger boy. The two became inseparable... and Dustin's family was everything that Ryan longed for, freeing. Ryan still missed the days of building Lego civilizations beneath the sea... but never for a moment could he have believed this man before him was Dustin.

"That's right; I know I look a lot different... It's been a lot of years though." Dustin said, shrugging.

"Five years..." Ryan murmured, thinking back to when his family had moved out to the suburbs... Ryan hesitated, thinking about it. They had always been over protective of him, but they hadn't started overloading him until they moved here. Was it to distract him from the loss of his dear friend?

"You kept track." Dustin chuckled, "How have you been doing?" Dustin asked, his hand still hanging over the fence for a shake. Ryan blushed, reaching out to shake his hand vigorously.

"I'm sorry; I've been keeping you out here in the heat! How about we go into the garage where it's a bit cooler..." Ryan offered.

"I brought some drinks if you want some, they should be cold despite the heat." Dustin offered.

"Sounds great!" Ryan said. He shoved the mower behind the tree and jogged into the garage, pulling out the folding couch his parents used on camping, popping it open in the midst of the empty garage. Dustin opened a compartment of his bike and heaved out a duffel bag that sloshed as he moved it, carrying it up the driveway and into the shade. Even with the garage door open it had to be at least fifteen degrees cooler in there.

Ryan slowly lowered himself onto the couch, looking up at Ryan. He could barely be twenty... How could anyone have grown a beard that amazing at that age? Dustin turned around, setting the bag down next to the couch before he sat down, his weight vastly higher than Ryan's. The couch contorted and Ryan was flung into Dustin's side.

"Sorry, I hope I didn't break it." Dustin apologized. Ryan shook his head.

"It's fine..." He murmured. Dustin grinned, zipping open the bag. He reached his large hands into the bag and fished out a double tall cold can, tossing it to Ryan before getting one for himself. Ryan smiled in thanks before moving to open the can, hesitating.

"This is beer." He murmured.

"I've got some whisky too if you want." Dustin replied, looking at Ryan before he blushed, "Oh, I... sorry. You don't drink, do you?" He asked, sounding a bit heart broken at his mistake. Ryan didn't know why but he couldn't stand to hear Dustin sound that way.

"I've always wanted to; I just never expected to get the chance." Ryan said. Dustin grinned, his mustache practically curving along with the smile. Ryan's heart fluttered in delight at the turn around. Dustin popped his can open and Ryan soon did the same, a bit of foam coming out of the tip. Dustin lifted the can and tilted it back, the amber liquid spilling into his mouth. Ryan moved to mimic him, surprised by the taste that met his tongue. It certainly would be an acquired taste. Dustin grinned a bit, watching Ryan drink out of the corner of his mouth. After a few swallows both boys lowered their cans.

"So, have you graduated yet?" Dustin asked. Ryan shook his head.

"I'm doing too much to do it early... But I'm getting good grades." Ryan replied. Dustin nodded.

"I never could get good grades in high school, I got too distracted..." Dustin said.

"Did you start growing your beard back then?" Ryan asked, resisting the urge to reach out and touch it. Dustin grinned.

"Yeah... I was sixteen when this motorcycle enthusiast group caught up with me, the Corruptors of the Road. They showed me what bikes could do, what a true man could be. I started growing my beard out then and I've never trimmed it...What do you think?" Dustin asked, turning one way and then the other. Ryan was in awe, seeing how the bushy blond beard reached all the way to his nipples, moving as one unit.

"I'm envious..." Ryan murmured. Dustin grinned.

"Well it isn't all glamour, all that beer and road food makes for a bit of a belly." Dustin said, patting the round flesh. Ryan shivered a bit.

"It looks good on you, more to... admire." Ryan said, stopping himself from saying the word love. Dustin smiled.

"I don't know if you should be admiring me... I could lead you down the wrong path, you probably have lots to do tonight... Homework, job..." Dustin said. Ryan quickly shook his head.

"All done, and even if it wasn't, I want to spend the time with you... It's been so long." Ryan murmured. Dustin grinned.

"I've changed a lot... Lots of ways in this world to be bad and I've tried most of them." Dustin said. Ryan gazed into Dustin's blue eyes.

"I like what I see... and I want to see more." Ryan whispered, getting carried away. Dustin grinned, drinking more of his beer.

"Then I'll take you for a ride tonight; see how wild that soul of yours is. We'll make it an adventure, if you're up to it..." Dustin murmured. Ryan nodded eagerly. That sounded like the best thing in the world. Dustin lifted his arm and put it around Ryan's shoulder. The smell of his scent was quite strong, between the heat and the travel he had built up quite a musk... But Ryan wasn't complaining. He had spent his whole life smelling like flowers and fruits, it was amazing to smell what a real man smelled like... And even with the heat wave, he felt nice against Dustin's body. Ryan leaned into Dustin, almost laying his head in the biker's armpit as they talked and caught up on one another's lives.

***

After a seemingly endless day the sun was slowly starting to set. The blazing orange disc of fire had dropped down behind the houses on the hill, leaving the sky still the same blue but casting shallow shadows across the flat lands. A cooler breeze was starting to pick up, bringing a refreshing drop in temperatures from boiling down to merely hot. Dustin settled his big bag into the compartment on his bike, closing it up before he glanced back at the house. Ryan pulled the garage door down shut, making sure the house was locked before he jogged over to the bike. Dustin grinned.

"Your mower is still out." Dustin commented. Ryan looked and sure enough it was by the tree. The brown haired youth gave a bit of a grin.

"Fuck it, it'll be fine." He said defiantly. Dustin chuckled before pausing.

"Wow, dude... You're getting an amazing stache, I can't believe I didn't notice earlier." Dustin said, reaching over to Ryan's face. He ran his fingers over the peach fuzz on Ryan's upper lip, stroking the soft transparent hair. The fuzz shifted in the light, the slightest pigmentation of brown becoming dark, almost black. The strands remained soft but got even longer. Ryan chuckled in disbelief.

"This from the mountain man. I bet you had twice this much the year we separated." Ryan said. Dustin smirked.

"Look for yourself kid." He gestured to the mirror. Ryan rolled his eyes. He wasn't sure if he liked being played with but he'd indulge his friend. Ryan moved to look at the mirror, coming to a stop. After years of being such a good boy, so clean cut, he no longer had the innocent boyish shade of fuzz above his lip, he had an actual mustache. Ryan ran his fingers over his upper lip over and over again, looking at Dustin.

"You're right, I... I hadn't noticed. Maybe the heat, or the sweating or... the pigments could have..." Ryan murmured.

"Or maybe it was having a taste of being a real man. Just think what you'll end up with after tonight." Dustin said, climbing onto his bike. Ryan grinned at the prospect of being manly causing it. He knew it was impossible but it was a nice idea. Ryan paused, looking at the bike.

"Where do I sit?" Ryan asked, embarrassed.

"Up here, if you don't mind. I can teach you how to drive if you do." Dustin said, patting the seat in front of him. Ryan was a little surprised by the offer but there really weren't that many alternatives. Ryan moved over, carefully lifting one leg up over the bike, sidling over before he settled down, leaning back against Dustin's belly, moving to hug the bike with his legs.

"What will people think if they see me riding like this?" Ryan asked, a vestige of his parents concerns.

"That I'm a lucky guy." Dustin laughed. Ryan laughed too, assuming it was a joke... Although the more he thought about it, the more he wondered... but as always, Ryan's thoughts were interrupted as the bike came to life beneath him, sending a wave of vibration through his body. Ryan shivered, getting goosebumps. Dustin pulled out an extra pair of sunglasses, handing them to Ryan.

"This is amazing!" Ryan exclaimed, slipping the sunglasses on.

"Just wait until we're going!" Dustin replied, pushing off the curb, the bike rolling forward as it picked up speed, turning back onto the road and pulling away from Katu Court.

***

Cool wind whipped across Ryan's chest and exposed arms, slipping around his face and across his hair. His arms almost felt a little icy from the exposure but after so many hot days it was divine. The vibration had made his legs a little numb and had the unexpected side effect of making his groin hard in his jeans... At least Ryan assumed it was the vibration. He had no idea his back was pressed to the chest of a demon, a demon bent on corrupting the innocent boy.

Dustin leaned forward just a bit, inhaling Ryan's scent. A deep purr resonated through Dustin's chest and he slid his hips forward just a bit, the bulge of his leather pants pressing against the ass of Ryan's jeans. Ryan didn't even adjust, letting the pressure remain there. Dustin loved how receptive the boy was. Behind the sunglasses, Dustin's eyes glimmered a bright amber for a moment. He past a spell to shroud them both from sight of mortals, no one would see what they truly were, or what Ryan was about to become.

Ryan felt amazing, better than ever. It had started after the beer, although Dustin had assured him they were good t drive when they set out... He still felt buzzed, but it could have been anything. His parents had told him never to ride a motorcycle, let along with a bearded heathen. Ryan moaned softly, he was sort of being a mustached heathen. Dustin felt Ryan writhing against him and encouraged in, grinding back, infusing Ryan with more of his power. Every element of his innocence he could strip, the closer the boy would be to joining their demonic hoard.

As the wind blew across Ryan's head it started to tangle in the hair, the short brown strands stretching longer, growing out from all sides, getting longer and smoother. Inch by inch it stretched, flowing downwards, slowing as it reached the nape of his neck. Soft fuzz pushed out along his cheeks, glistening, barely visible in the dusk light before it darkened, giving the boy long sideburns that melded into his mane of hair.

As Dustin changed Ryan, he too was releasing his true self. The large man's nose fattened and stretched out, the tip becoming black and moist. His upper lip shifted beneath the mustache, becoming very feline. Dustin's riding gloves popped as black claws pushed through the fingertips, his boots experiencing the same problem.

Slowly Dustin's t-shirt was creping up, his belly getting bigger, swelling up, practically inflating. The huge flesh was covered with a fine blond dusting of fur. Dustin had consumed so many souls his body hadn't even digested them all yet, although he did love being fat... It was so wrong, so against society, more to love... Dustin wanted more to love himself.

Ryan had let his eyes shut as they drove, just enjoying the feelings when he felt one of Dustin's powerful arms leave the handlebars. He turned his head, looking at his bearded friend. Dustin pulled out a big brown glass bottle from one of the compartments, a yellow liquid sloshing about inside. The bottle had saved Dustin several times cross country, but he wanted to see what it would do to Ryan. He grinned, offering him the bottle.

"It's warm!" Ryan said in surprise as his hands wrapped around the bottle. Then again it was cold so a warm beer might not be so bad. He popped the lid off.

"Let me guess, you've always wanted to try it?" Dustin asked, remembering Ryan's earlier statement. Ryan chuckled and lifted the bottle, pausing half way. His nose wrinkled up. It smelled like piss, but... then again some beers did smell nasty. Ryan lifted the bottle to his lips and tipped it back. As the yellow liquid rushed into his mouth, it changed him forever.

Ryan may have been old enough to have a mustache but he suckled on the brown bottle like a hungry kitten on a teat. He suckled the warm yellow urine down, the heat infusing his body. Each gulp changed Ryan. His ears began pushing out, the tips growing rounder, a light dull fuzz covering the back of them. His teeth grew sharper, his nose flatter. His mouth pushed forward just a few inches around the bottle, a short muzzle forming. Under his eyelids his irises shifted into a vibrant gold, but still Ryan didn't stop.

As the boy suckled, even his lips were turning black, his tongue growing rough. It was as if peach fuzz erupted across the boy's body, the tiny hairs on his arms and legs gaining color, getting thicker and longer. Ryan's brown mustache got thicker, hanging down more, the sides dropping down the corners of his mouth. It looked quite provocative on a seventeen year old to say the least, not that fur was any less alarming. Ryan tipped the bottle up all the way, the last slosh of piss dropping into his feline mouth. He let out a yowl of disappointment.

"It's all gone, I'm thirsty!" Ryan begged. Dustin chuckled.

"There's a bar up here we can go to." Dustin said, watching the exit approach before he pulled off, moving up the ramp and coming to a stop. He crossed the over pass to the far side of the road, moving down the slope and gliding into the parking lot.

Even beneath the sliver moon and stars, Ryan could tell he liked the place. Numerous motorcycles were lined up outside, each beefier than the last. Dustin slipped off his bike, picking Ryan up and setting him down on the ground before he began moving for the front door, although he paused, stepping to the side before going in.

"What are you doing?" Ryan asked.

"Marking my territory... Taking a leak, take your pick." Dustin said, unzipping his pants. Ryan's mouth was wide in shock, disbelieving his friend would pee in public... and then he saw it, the familiar yellow liquid coming out in streams, splattering all over the ground in front of the bushes. Ryan let out a deep mewl of desire and lunged forward, landing in the dirt. The hot piss soaked into his shirt and ran across his back before Ryan turned, kneeling, opening his mouth wide. Dustin groaned, grabbing his cock, letting the piss spray into Ryan's eager mouth.

Ryan gulped and gulped but it seemed to keep coming. The piss spilled out of his mouth and across his chin, the fur beneath growing thicker into a goatee, the yellow soaking the light brown hair as it became darker. More of the piss dripped onto Ryan's shirt, soaking through, wetting his chest where the fur there got thicker as well. Dustin grabbed his cock and moved it over, hosing Ryan down. The cum soaked into his fur and skin, his clothes, his jeans getting rancid. It even seemed to collect in his shoes. Ryan had never felt so wet... or proud before. He wriggled his toes, feeling a strange series of pops as black claws poked through the rubber, though he paid it no mind. Ryan leaned up to lick along the foreskin hanging from Dustin's huge cock but Dustin tucked it back in his pants, zipping up.

"Soon enough kitten. Let's get inside." Dustin said, offering his large hand to Ryan. Ryan took it and was pulled to his feet, the two entering the bar. Heavy rock music met their ears, the smell of cum and piss and sweat and grime filling the place. Huge bellies were brushing together, beer dripping into huge beards. The sound of leather against leather was audible and the smell of meat was rife in the air. Ryan was drooling so hard and he had no idea what he wanted most.

Dustin slid into a booth around to the back and Ryan followed, scooting in until they were hip to hip. Even without ordering four large pitchers of beer were set down and then a plate with a huge slab of steaks, practically raw. Dustin lifted a pitcher and began pouring it into his mouth, gulping it down, some leaking into his huge blond beard. Ryan thought to himself after the long ride his hair and beard really meshed into one wild mane, but he didn't want to get left behind. Ryan grabbed his pitcher double handed, tipping it back, guzzling it down. Ryan's beer soaked into his mustache and he licked it clean, surprised how long his stache was... but that only turned him on more. Ryan reached down and started to rub the very hard bulge in his pants. All across the bar there were sounds of lips smacking, growling, fingers tearing into meat. Ryan watched in awe as Dustin picked up a steak and began gnawing it, tearing into it, unrelenting. Ryan had even more admiration for Dustin before trying it himself. The juices flowed over his rough tongue as he tore and tugged, the bits breaking off as he gulped them down. Before he knew it he had finished one and moved onto the next... and the next... and the next. Ryan felt full but he kept gulping down meet, guzzling down beer. His belly ached from fullness and hunger at the same time, pushing out and rounding. The clank of a set of heavy mugs brought Ryan out of his feeding pattern. He looked up to see two pitchers of a thicker, creamy substance.

"Whus Dat?" Ryan asked, steak half stuffed in his mouth.

"Cat's cream, house specialty." The bartender said, his lips not visible behind his beard. He moved off. Ryan looked to Dustin and Dustin nodded. Ryan picked up the drink and brought it to his lips, tipping it back slowly, sloshing the thick, salty white goo into his mouth. One swallow pushed his belly out more. Ryan opened his mouth wider and took another gulp, his pecs softening and pushing out. Another gulp, another... He was guzzling it down, unaware that his belly was rounding more, his ass was getting thicker, his arms were getting weighty. Ryan's shirt rose up, his fuzzy belly exposed.

Ryan had entered the bar a mere hundred and twenty pounds. With his mug three quarters empty he had passed two hundred, looking quite the handsome hairy chub next to Dustin... But Dustin had been drinking the milk as well. The thick white cum dripped through his beard, the beard looking even bigger coming out of wider cheeks. Dustin filled his mouth with the cream, turning. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Ryan's. Ryan's eyes shot wide. The love of his life, the closest friend he had ever had, was kissing him. Ryan melted into the kiss, his lips opening as a flood of the cream spilled into him.

Beneath the two the booth seats creaked a little, adjusting to the weight. Dustin's belly pushed against the edge of the table as he hit four hundred pounds. Dustin broke the kiss, pulling back admiring how the sides of Ryan's brown mustache hung down past his lips, meeting up with his goatee, his side burns growing wild and bushy, but there was still so much to do. Dustin reached up and caressed Ryan's fuzzy cheek before he looked out to the bar. Grabbing his mug, Dustin raised it up and slammed it down several times.

"Brothers! It is time, today, to induct a new member to our group! This is Ryan!" Dustin boomed, looking to Ryan, "Do you wish to join us?" He asked. Ryan's eyes shot wide.

"Yes, yes I do!" He begged. Dustin nodded, moving to slip out of the booth, rising up onto very tight boots. Ryan moved to slide out as well, getting up a little more slowly, adjusting to his new weight. Dustin led Ryan over to the center of the bar, the bearded men all gathering. A long strip of cloth was taken from one wall, a rich yellow color. It was brought over to where Ryan was standing.

"Do you trust me?" Dustin asked. Ryan nodded gently. Dustin lifted the cloth, wrapping it around Ryan's face to make a blindfold. Ryan's pants were undone and dropped to the floor, his underwear was torn, even his shirt was ripped from his body. Soon he was left, two hundred and fifty pounds of naked flesh, seeming very feline in most ways. Bursts of heat came from the other members of the bar as they all released their true selves. Huge lionine paws padded across the floor, furry bellies wobbling in girth.

"You bring a strong one before us Dustin... A good choice." One of the older men said.

"He has always been my choice." Dustin said, thinking back to their childhood, the fantasies he had. The men smiled and nodded. Four of the lion demons hoisted up their cocks and aimed before unleashing. Hot piss splashed against Ryan, the urine running down his legs. The muscles in his legs bulged and pushed out, as did the fur. The hairs on his legs got longer, softer, thicker until his skin could no longer be seen. His feet spread out wider, the claws getting longer, paw pads raising him up just a bit taller.

Dustin stepped forward, lifting Ryan's cock and his own, pressing them together. The excessive foreskin on Dustin's cock wriggled before it shot forward, sliding over Ryan's cock to the hilt. The skin flexed and squeezed and prodded. Ryan screamed out in bliss, having no idea what was going on. Dustin wrapped both paws around the foreskin over both their cocks, starting to work it back and forth. As they watched, the foreskin around Ryan's cock spread out. Dustin groaned, working the foreskin faster and harder, feeling familiar points of pressure from Ryan's cock as well as his own.

The four peeing all over Ryan's legs stepped back as their bladders were exhausted, replaced by four more men. Their cocks were readied and then sprayed, the urine splattering all over his shoulders and back. The fuzz that had grown in got thicker and spread, moving over his shoulders, around his back, giving him a uniform coating. Another man moved in, jerking off hard before he let out a roar of pleasure, spraying cum all over Ryan's ass.

Blind to the world, Ryan could still hear, see and feel the pleasures, though he had no idea how they were being achieved. He felt like he was getting a baptism into masculinity, welcomed into something better. He grinned, his fanged smile showing to all how happy he was as his tail started to flick back and forth. Ryan didn't realize it, but he hadn't had a tail a few minutes before. His tailbone was stretching out, covered in the same fuzz, his cheeks pushing apart to reveal his hole as an extra thick poof of fur was pushing out of the end of his tail.

Ryan flexed his hands, long claws glistening in the light. He thrust forward and back in Dustin's foreskin, feeling so right, although it felt like the head of his cock was tugging on the flesh as he moved. Ryan knew it was foolish, but it felt so good, so very good... Ryan panted and moaned, trying to hold back his load... but it was too hard.

The man who had started his day as a lithe, thin nerdy good boy was standing in the middle of a biker bar covered in piss and cum and beer and food, his belly wobbling before him, his cock in the foreskin of another man, covered in fur with the face and ears of a lion. Everything rushed through Ryan's mind and he lifted his head to the heavens and let out a window shaking growl of bliss, his fangs covered in saliva, his beard growing longer as he roared. Inside Dustin's foreskin his cock throbbed and pulsed before a hot load was released, the sperm saturating both cocks.

Deep in the protective foreskin Ryan's cock finished its change, feline barbs jutting out of his huge, thick cock. Dustin pulled his foreskin back, pulling off inch after inch of Ryan's shaft. While he had been average before, Ryan was now hung well enough to make even other Lions jealous... He had to be at least fifteen inches long, not counting the excessive, dripping foreskin he had gained from Dustin.

Dustin took a step back, lifting his cock with both hands, working the foreskin back and forth before he let out his own roar. His cock throbbed, sending rope after rope of sperm at Ryan, the hot thick seed splattering all over his friend's furry chest and arms and groin and legs. The sperm soaked into Ryan's beard and hair, the soft brown fuzz growing longer and thicker. When Ryan felt the base of his beard brush his nipples, he assumed he had to be dreaming... For two long minutes Dustin came onto Ryan, but at long last the flow slowed... Dustin panted, letting his dripping cock hang before him as he moved up to Ryan again, leaning close.

"Ryan... You are one of us, a corruptor of the road... Embrace your new life." Dustin whispered, untying the blindfold.

Ryan blinked at first, trying to let is eyes adjust after he had squeezed them shut so hard... He saw the massive fuzzy form of who had to be his boyfriend, many ore around him... But as his vision returned, what he saw was not what he expected. Dustin's big beard was curved around a furry lion face, golden eyes and large round ears looking back. Clawed hands hung at his side, a tail flicking about. The same feline features were all around him, every member of the bar... and then Ryan saw his own reflection. His jaw dropped, but so did the reflection.

Ryan looked into the mirror, not to see a scrawny nerd... but a six foot tall, three hundred and fifty pound lion man with a mane of brown hair down to his shoulders and a beard down to his nipples. Tan fur covered his body, his hands and feet having become huge paws. His belly was huge and round, sloshing around with food and beer. He was amazing. Ryan looked back at Dustin as if to ask, but no words came. Ryan rushed to Dustin, wrapping his arms around his friend, holding him close.

Dustin held Ryan close, rubbing his back, the two sharing the moment of love, friendship, delight... and some sloppy lion humping. The others soon felt left out and moved in. Dustin and Ryan groaned in happy surprise as sixteen cum dripping cocks rubbed against their hips and asses, squeezing them together, rough feline tongues licking at their beards and cheeks and necks and shoulders. They lingered in the hug before finally someone broke the silence.

"It's ready..." He said, sounding sad to break up the party... but slowly the group split up, leaving Ryan and Dustin holding each other.

"What's ready?" Ryan asked, nearly jumping at how deep his voice was.

"Your new bike." Dustin said, taking Ryan's hand, leading him back the way they had come. The door to the bar was eased open and Ryan's feline nose quivered as he sniffed, smelling Dustin's scent in the bushes. He grinned, pleased he could smell territorial markers now... and pleased that he could still smell Dustin's scent above that of the other men that had marked him. At first Ryan wasn't sure what he was looking for. He saw Dustin's amazing gold bike, the bikes in the lot as they pulled in, the gold bike he was so fond of-

"Wait, there are two of your bikes!' Ryan exclaimed. Dustin shook his head.

"No, there's my bike and your bike... As gold as an African prairie." Dustin said, "Now we can ride anywhere together." He grinned. Ryan moved, not having to lean up to kiss Dustin anymore. Their feline lips pressed together, rough tongues swapping saliva as they pressed together, huge arms wrapping around one another. Ryan kissed Dustin for what seemed like minutes before he broke the kiss and ran off, jumping onto his bike.

The bike settled a bit with the new weight but it felt very right... Ryan gripped the handlebars, testing it out, moving from side to side. He grinned wide, the quality of the bike making him jizz a little, the cum pouring over the seat. The other lions chucked, one of them bringing a stack of clothes. Dustin soon got dressed in what he had been wearing but Ryan was too big for all that now.

Ryan pulled on tight underwear that was already bulging around his groin, saturated with his juices. Next came leather pants to match those of Dustin. A shirt with a saber-tooth lion skull was slipped over his huge shoulders and rotund belly before Ryan pulled on a leather jacket. He settled into it before chuffing in approval, the noise very feline. Dustin closed his eyes, murmuring for a moment before he nodded.

"Now people will see you as a very handsome human... until it's too late." Dustin said. Ryan let out a bit of a moan.

"I kind of wanted to see how they react to the real me... If we find any boys who cum at the sight of big burly lions, we know we've come to the right place." Ryan said. Dustin laughed, getting on his own bike.

"Trust me, you won't be able to count the number of boys you make cum... but you'll always be my kitty." Dustin smirked, kicking his bike to life. Ryan gave it a try and his own bike was soon purring. They pulled back and changed angles before the engines revved to life, the two bikers moving out of the parking lot and over the overpass, moving back for the open road, the two friends once more side by side as they headed out to another adventure.