The Muscle Effect - Dreams of You
#2 of The Muscle Effect (TF Themes)
Shawn comes around to find that big changes have taken place in his body...but can his captors ever hope to make him understand?
Hello, and welcome to the second chapter of my new miniseries, The Muscle Effect! This story deals with the theme of transformation and muscle growth, with my own twist on it.
I am extremely pleased with the amount of feedback the first installment received, especially of the critical kind, and I hope that this will spark some comments as well! I have worked very hard on this chapter, and admit that it had to be rewritten almost completely before I was happy with it. So I'll definitely be hoping that I did a good job here. *chuckle*
Have an interesting read, y'all!
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"Shawn?"
The wolf jumped from the bed and made his way for the door before another knock could fall on the other side. The door opened with its customary click and revealed the fox out in the corridor, bushy tail swiping against his legs, and the slim arms clad in a striped shirt ended in paws that fidgeted openly.
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"Hey..." the fox smiled tentatively.
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"Come in," Shawn mumbled.
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The fox was soon in, scent and all, and his arms were around Shawn by the time the wolf had closed the door with its reassuring click. John's muzzle nestled against the crook of Shawn's neck and the warmth of his breath made the furs there heat up. It felt nice, no matter how localized the sensation of niceness was for the lupine.
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Somewhere in the wolf's tired mind, a few facts connected, and he dully recalled that the striped shirt was the one he'd gotten for John, as a gift when they'd been together officially for two months. The fabric felt smooth, as soft as the furs mingling with his own, inviting Shawn's own arms around the small fox's waist.
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Please, the wolf thought, please let me feel this properly soon.
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Their "hello, you" cuddle lasted all the way to the bed, their favorite place to sit on. The single dorm room really didn't have room for a couch, and they'd done the thing of having John sit on Shawn's lap, on that old armchair in the corner, enough times that it had lost some of the allure. The bed was good for now. Arms were around each other. Tails swished.
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John smiled tentatively.
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"How did it go, Shawn?" the gentle eyes questioned.
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The wolf's ears flattened a little. He looked away from his gentle lover, down to his footpaws, in their old sneakers, before his eyes flicked over to the white rectangle on the nightstand. His breath rattled through his throat.
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Those warm, slim arms, around him, and that tail tickling his ankle.
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"What did they say?" the fox whispered. "Was it the tiger doctor again?"
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Shawn drew a deep breath.
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"Yeah," the wolf murmured.
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"Good," the fox replied. "He knows your case from before, then. You didn't have to explain everything again to him!"
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Shawn wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not, but he allowed the fox to have his moment of enthusiasm.
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"I guess so," he rumbled.
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The warm paw squeezed on his arm, and their cheeks were pressed together for a moment as well, he felt, soft furs brushing together, and breath, tickling against the side of his muzzle.
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"So, did you get the appointment?" the fox asked again, seeking the wolf's elusive eyes.
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Shawn growled, and felt the arms tighten around him, when his chest expanded, and the breath escaped. His ears drooped.
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"The...the doctor promised to put me on the waiting list," he said. "It might take a month or two, he said. They're...backed up."
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He could smell the unease on the fox, as easily as he knew his own emotions, as well as see the wrinkling of his nosepad, and the shine of whiskers moving. The gentle brown paws rubbed against his arms now, and the tail seemed to be brushing more regularly on his leg, too. The eyes, the beautiful eyes sought his, and the frown was inevitable.
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"But that's..."
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Shawn rumbled again.
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"I guess I'm not sick enough."
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The fox sighed.
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"Oh shit..."
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The corners of Shawn's eyes burned. He hated seeing the fox react like this, hated that he had brought it onto him, by...this.
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"I'm sorry..." John murmured as he pulled the wolf close to himself again.
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The wolf's teeth became bared with his growl, and his ears jumped, tension running through his body. John gave him a questioning look, full of fear and worry that Shawn could feel acutely.
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It hurt.
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"But he gave me a prescription and said that I could try that and see what happens," the wolf muttered and nodded towards the nightstand and its white package.
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John's eyes flicked over, spotted the new object, and spared a paw to bring it up in line with his eyes. His ears flattened.
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"Zoloft..."
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"Desperate housewife pills," the wolf groaned as he again faced the package and its incriminating title emblazed on the top.
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John put the package down to the nightstand and placed his paw over Shawn's.
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"I'm so sorry," the fox murmured.
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Shawn's voice broke.
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"I'm so sorry too."
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Quietly on his platform, the wolf slept, rumbling softly when air flowed in and out of his broad, massive chest. His torso bulged, rested once it reached its maximum size, before the slow hiss of air from his muzzle filled the otherwise quiet room again, oddly sharp until the timbre deepened into a gentle growl that lasted for the remaining moments of exhalation.
The cycle continued, and the wolf slept, unhindered from his lumber by the numerous black restraints keeping his body immobile and steady on the raised table in the middle of the nameless room.
His face, filled out and supported by a thick, deeply muscled neck, remained impassive and calm even when the two other furs in the room regained their senses and managed a few words of their own.
Doctor Spencer Gorman was a mess.
The stocky tiger's paws still clung to the sides of the sturdy bedframe, but his chest had collapsed on top of the wolf's, along with his muzzle, and now the large feline was lying on a messy concoction of lupine and feline cum and mingled furs. His white mane was a mess of bodily fluids and his breaths rattled out of his throat, and every breath the tiger drew carried in more musk, and the scent of rut, into his overstimulated senses. Sweat matted his own furs, as they did those of the smooth-coated brown male lying over the tiger's back, hips pressed flush with the tiger's upturned rear.
Professor Elliott Harvey wasn't in a much different state to the one his lover was immersed in, if only slightly less messy. White patches covered his face and his arms from where the tiger had applied the wolf's cum during their celebratory rutting embrace, brought on by the excitement of success, their need for one another, and the unquestionable effect of the musk that still permeated the air and filled the canine's nose with its suggestive scent in every deep, huffing draw of breath.
The Sheppie was so tired that he could barely wag his tail, let alone make a move to remove himself from pressing his full weight against the tiger, but he didn't mind. Why'd he want to move, anyway? He was tied into his lover as well, his knot deep inside the tiger's splattered rump. Letting it come down would take a moment, and with the underlying effects of the rut and the deep musk in the air, it'd probably be a while yet.
The Sheppie's glasses were skewed to one side, and that meant that only one of his shortsighted eyes benefited from their optic enhancements, but even that was more than enough to admire the wolf sleeping underneath him, in seemingly peaceful slumber.
The once slinky wolf was now massive, there was no questioning that. The flat belly, the thin torso and the slim arms had all been replaced by thick layers of muscle that was now shown in perfect high definition through the wolf's matted furs. Everything was in perfect proportion, for every muscle had been stimulated accordingly, the Sheppie observed quietly in his mind, as he stared for a moment at the wolf...his triumph...and smiled wearily.
The other side, observed once the Sheppie tilted his head and nuzzled his cheek against the tiger's neck, offered more wonders. The thighs were massive now, no doubt capable of propelling the wolf at wonderful speeds once he'd be back to his paws, and the legs tapered down in a most aesthetically pleasing manner, too. Professor Harvey knew that he did not have much mind nor sense for art or its full, proper appreciation, but he knew male beauty when it came in front of his very eyes, and there was no questioning it. His slinky little assistant had undergone the emergence and was now simply beautiful.
The sight of the wolf's hard member made the Sheppie's own throb a little, still fully lodged inside the filled-up confines of his tiger's rear. Only moments ago that same organ he now watched had been expelling the wolf's seed all over him, marking the rush of the incredible storm of chemicals filling his brain. The Sheppie almost chuckled at the thought, and did end up snuffling audibly.
Side effects, he mused to himself, wearily, and nuzzled the tiger's neck again.
"Wow...huh?" the Sheppie rumbled, almost uncharacteristically subdued, whispered against his lover's neck while he rested in the mount.
Gorman let out a soft purr at the sensation and forced his heavy lids to open. He squinted a little when the bright light from above hit his eyes, he blinked a couple of times, and then allowed his eye to get accustomed to it again. The swallow he took to clear his tongue tingled all the way down to his belly.
"The...huh...the effects..." the tiger rumbled quietly.
The Sheppie let out a soft chuckle, and patted the tiger's side.
"I'd say his rush was first grade," Professor Harvey rumbled. "I can still taste it..."
The tiger let out a soft snort and gave the Sheppie on top of him a quick look, over his shoulder.
"Oh yeah?" the tiger mumbled.
The Sheppie flashed his teeth and ground his hips against the tiger's soft rump briefly, causing both of them to rumble deeply out of the pleasure the sensation brought.
"Peripheral effects," the canine stated, sweaty ears flicking.
The tiger let out a little purr and wriggled his hips a little, both to further draw the Sheppie's attention, and to enjoy the sensation inside him for a little moment longer.
"I'd say his are as strong as ours ever were, especially at first," he replied. "But damn..."
The Sheppie yawned, showing off his tonsils briefly and felt his jaws pop, before he rested his chin against the tiger's shoulder again, enjoying the lingering musk there.
"I don't think our reaction was any more scientific than it ever was before, either," he rumbled.
The wolf below them let out a soft "ruff" in his sleep, drawing both of their eyes, and ears too, making them perk with surprise, and moderate alarm, too. He remained quiet and still, but restrained or not, the Sheppie and the tiger knew that he was a force to be reckoned with in more ways than just one.
"No, Elliott," the tiger replied, "I think not."
The Sheppie breathed out slowly.
"Do you think he will hate us?" the Professor stated, watching the wolf's quiet face over his mate's shoulder. "For this?"
The tiger caught the Sheppie's eyes again, and gave him a look.
"You know we won't know until the initial effects wear off," the doctor replied in a soft rumble.
The Professor nodded.
"Of course...but I must say...I am worried."
The tiger frowned briefly.
"We both know he is smart, Elliott. At least he will listen."
The Sheppie smiled.
"No wonder you're the doctor and I'm the biochemist," the canine rumbled.
The tiger's ears perked a little.
"Yes?"
"Chemistry rarely works in illogical ways, unlike furs. That's why you're the one who deals with furs and I deal with...elements," the Sheppie replied with a small smirk.
The tiger Gorman snorted.
"You're so silly," the tiger purred.
The Sheppie returned the striped cat's adoring smile briefly, before he patted on the tiger's hip, and reluctantly straightened his own back so that he was now properly standing behind the bent over male, not collapsed on top of him. The motion tugged on his knot within the tiger's bowels and made both of them let out breaths.
"I might be silly, but I am also very busy," the Sheppie rumbled, his paw resting over the flare of his lover's hip. "And so are you, if we want to do this. We have to proceed."
The tiger gave the sleeping wolf a brief look before he pushed his paws down and tried to haul himself up to a standing position. His limbs felt heavy, and even his tail, lying a little to the side, gave a brief swipe as the larger male stood up. His own erection, still half-hard, flopped against his thigh with a distinctively wet sound. The musk intensified now that the messy pool of fluids covering the tiger's and the wolf's bellies was fully exposed, and for a moment it made both of the males breathe deeply. The tiger's cock twitched.
"Wow..." the tiger breathed out again, clearing his nose.
The Sheppie placed his paws on the tiger's hips.
"I'm pulling out now," he rumbled.
The tiger knew what was to come, and tried to relax himself as much as he could when he felt the tug of the still substantial knot pulling against his innards. He let out a sharp breath when his muscles were stretched, and briefly, the Sheppie's paws clung tight to his rump when he pulled his hips back and extracted himself from the tiger's bowels.
There was a substantial gasp, a rush of air, and then a heavy "flop" as the Sheppie's turgid member bounced against his belly and then remained in half mast, still heavy and dripping with his fluids. The Professor stepped back and saw his lover drop his striped tail to cover his newly bred rear, before he turned around to face the Sheppie.
The two naked, messy males looked at one another, and smiled.
"Damn those effects, huh?" the tiger chuckled.
The Sheppie managed a quick wag of his tail as he admired his lover's modest body, and the mess they had done over it.
"Effects indeed," the Professor rumbled.
Their eyes were soon drawn to the mess of clothes littering the floor, and soon the tiger spoke again, somewhat sheepishly.
"I think we need to change," he rumbled. "I've got some scrubs in the lab, we can use those."
"And a few Kleenexes too," the Sheppie replied, pointing at the tiger's messy belly furs.
The doctor looked down along his body and snuffled.
"Yes, quite so..." he mused, poking his tummy with a thumb. "I don't think I'll be sampling this for pheromones, though...a bit hard to tell which is from who..."
The Sheppie glanced over at the sleeping wolf and the pearly marks streaking his furs, and then nodded towards his tiger.
"I'm sure you can find a patch or two from him," he replied. "As for the pheromones...we sure know they're there...but how much..."
The tiger's cock twitched as he even thought about the sense of utter lust that had overcome him, moments after the wolf had finally laid still after his transformation.
"A lot," the tiger said with a rumble. "Measurements be damned."
The Sheppie chuckled.
"Yeah," the dark-coated male replied as he gave another look at the sleeping wolf. "I think you better start the blood work, too. I think talking with him will be challenge enough even without trying to negotiate for a permission to draw a blood sample."
"I have to agree on that," the doctor replied. "I'll get to it right away."
"But clothes first," the Sheppie flapped his tail.
"Clothes," the tiger breathed. "And these are going for the dry cleaners."
He kicked at a pair of black pants that might have been his own or the Sheppie's, but judging by the pearly stains on them, they weren't going to be worn in the near future.
"Hahah."
The two left with soft steps, heading towards a door beyond the circle of light provided by the lamps overhead, and left the wolf to sleep in peace.
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Shawn rarely remembered his dreams.
He used to dream a lot, he remembered, especially when he was a cub. Vivid images merged inside his mind into dreamscapes of high fascination, but all too often they became hazy, half-recalled ideas that he could only remember for the brief moment between a fully awakened and fully asleep state. He'd lie still in bed, eyes closed, usually on his side and curled up in the most comfortable position he knew, and recall, if only for a little while, before the memory faded away, and reality seeped in.
The nightmares were the worst, when he'd wake up feeling scared out of his young little mind, and simply because of that feeling of being so damn scared and unable to do anything about it.
He was so glad that his parents hadn't minded him sneaking into between then during those nights, when the darkness seemed to remain longer than usual. His mother's back had felt so soft to nuzzle to, and his dad's arm around him had soothed the remaining fears. Dad smelled safe, too.
Going by that history, Shawn wondered, quietly in his mind, why he had just experienced such a strange, and strong wet dream.
John was the one who remembered his dreams. They often talked about them, the fox talking in a soft murmur.
Usually the memories were shared in a soft murmur, while the two were still in bed, under a shared blanket, bodies softly pressed together. They could lay face to face, heads propped on a pillow, and watch how their breaths tickled each other's whiskers and made black nosepads wrinkle. They could smell each other, two young men as they were, musk in the air, and perhaps the need for a shower, and possibly a hint of evidence from the evening before.
When things were good, they often ended up adding to it before heading to the shower, or even during the shower, but that hadn't happened in a while.
Nothing had happened in a while.
The wolf lay flat on his back and breathed still, enjoying the warmth of his body, how it felt heavy and almost like it was floating on a water mattress, with not an ounce of tension in his body left. It was a wonderful feeling. He'd felt fully relaxed so rarely during the past months, even after the pills, that it was something to hold onto, and he did his best.
Shawn daren't put much effort into the thought. That might break the spell. It might end the blissful silence inside his mind, and make him feel things again, like he did. Not feeling them now seemed good.
What a wonderful sleep, and what a strange dream, he thought quietly. Being unable to move and suddenly feeling a heat all over his skin, intensifying until it felt like every inch of his skin was on fire, and he was orgasming, deeply, harder than he could have even imagined, burning until there was only darkness, and the dream had faded away. What a strange dream...to dream of orgasm so hard that one couldn't even move.
Speaking of hardness...
Fuck that doctor, Shawn thought to himself. Judging by the feeling of firm heat pressing against his belly, the dream had worked him up pretty damn good. He was having a fully blown morning boner, and it felt very nice, the steady pulse of his flesh over his belly. No sign of any kid of sexual dysfunction evident, the wolf rumbled to himself. His flesh felt firm and nice, even without touching it. Shawn couldn't remember when he had started the day with a nice, leisurely jerking off session. Had it been weeks? Days had seemed like a blur as of late. Sometimes he wondered if it was the drugs. Taking the edge off and leaving...mellowness. Perhaps.
The erection was too good an opportunity to be wasted, Shawn thought. He'd take his time running his paw over his sheath and his sac, and then bring his paw up to his nose so that he could smell his own musk, and enjoy it, before proceeding to some gentle caresses over his sensitive skin. Maybe tease his knot with a little squeeze or two, and feel his shaft twitch. It seemed to be doing that even as he thought about it. It made him rumble, too.
Such a nice thought. A nice jacking off session before shower and hitting the university. Maybe meet John during lunch. Study for a while before going to the Professor's lab for their evening session of going through the experiments. Then maybe see John again. They hadn't been really together since the weekend, and Shawn was definitely feeling like it. Maybe it'd be easier to tell that the Doctor had told them to talk about sexual issues, if he could summon up the boner again. It sure would beat having to talk about Viagra. How nice would that be, making love to the fox sweetly under the covers.
His paw would do now, he thought, good old trusty leftie giving some proper loving to his flesh. Always the left paw, too, since being a leftie, trying to masturbate with his right paw felt as awkward as trying to writ with his non-dominant paw.
But now he was going to show himself some proper left-pawed dominance, and he would enjoy himself, and his particularly nice feeling for as long as it lasted and -
Soft brushing feeling, a gentle sensation, over his chest, like a single finger stroking over the grey and white furs there. It felt so nice that the wolf couldn't do anything but puff out his chest a little and let out a content rumble. It really felt wonderful, such a gentle touch, going around in an asymmetric pattern.
John.
Such a lovely thought, being woken up from his sleep by his boyfriend's paw softly stroking life to him. Maybe he'd even given another part him some wakeup assistance of its own, resulting in the current throbbing, firm state. Shawn grinned, baring his teeth, and let out another content rumble.
So nice, and so gentle.
What a lovely fox. Had he told him that he loved him lately? Had he meant it? It was sometimes so easy to murmur, especially when the fox whispered it to his ear while they were embracing. It was so easy to go with it.
Today he wanted more than go with it. He wanted to show it, too. A nice erection sure would be a fine show and a surprise, too. Prove that he got some spunk left in him, depression or not.
So nice and warm.
"John..." the wolf rumbled, and opened his eyes, expecting to see the soft eyes of the fox, gazing down to him, or from the side.
The blue eyes that met his were definitely not John's.
Shawn's pointed ears flicked sharply and batted the surface behind him, his eyes opened wide, and again met the blue eyes, looking back at the wolf amidst the white furs that lined his round face. There were stripes too, and it was definitely not a fox, and it was definitely not his John, and let alone anyone he knew.
But then Shawn realized that he did!
"Gorman!" Shawn growled and coughed at the sudden painful sensation in his throat, his voice dying down.
The tuffed ears flicked rapidly, and Shawn could see a glint of excitement in those blue eyes.
"Oh my goodness, you are awake!" the tiger murmured, ears flicking faster. "You're awake!"
Shawn instinctually tried to sit up, but found himself held back by odd pressure over his chest. His eyes jumped down, and widened even more as the sight of the reality of things became evident to him.
He knew it was his body, because he could feel every single inch of it, from ear tips to his toes, but what he saw did not correspond with what he knew to be what he looked like.
His abs, whatever were visible from beneath the restraints, were massive. He now actually had a chest, big, ripped, toned, and it exploded into arms that were spread to his sides, and both of them seemed to be positively bulging with muscle. He saw the tube running into a transparent plastic bag protruding from his right arm, and he saw his own belly, smeared with white marks around what was the natural trajectory from the tip of his engorged, throbbing cock. It stared back at him, pulsing softly, and he could see that the piss slit still oozed, with the pulse of his flesh.
Shawn had to wriggle his toes to make sure that he still could, and then his eyes snapped back to the tiger again, who had never fully left his field of vision. The feline doctor stood by the bed, clad in some thin, green cloth that left his arms bare, and Shawn could see his tail flicking rapidly behind him as well. The tiger's paws were covered in white gloves, and in one paw, he held a strange, shiny fork-like instrument, and in the other, the ever familiar shape of a Petri dish, which contained a substantial amount of white, viscous fluid.
Shawn tried to sit up again, but the restraints wouldn't budge at all, instead pressing against his arms and his chest heavily, stopping him after barely an inch of movement. He could feel muscles tensing.
"Try not to move too much, Shawn," the tiger spoke softly.
Shawn's ears flicked sharply at the voice. His maw fell open and a sound came out, but it died soon, his throat hurting too much. Shawn's lips felt dry and he tried to run his tongue over them to give them a bit of moisture, but he realized that his tongue felt parched as well. He tried swallowing, and it hurt a little, his muzzle felt so dry, it was like sandpaper rubbing against his gums, that tongue desperately seeking moisture from within his oral cavity. It didn't seem to help.
"Gorman!" the wolf hissed, fighting the discomfort in his throat, grunting hotly.
"And try not to speak, too, hold on..." the tiger spoke again.
Shawn watched the tiger turn around and head over towards a stainless steel cart standing to the right side of the wolf, which hadn't been there before.
Before...
He could remember now, he remember everything, waking up on this platform, tied down, having the tiger and that fucking German Shepherd crooning weird words to him before something as put into his blood and he could only remember the heat over his skin and then the explosion of pleasure and...
The orgasm was not a dream, Shawn realized, it had happened, he had cummed all over himself, and for some reason the tiger had been collecting that very same spunk away from his furs while he had woken up and interrupted the process. His own erection throbbed hard still, against his belly, and he smelled the musk too...his own, recognized easily, but different, too. Was it mixing with something else? He wasn't sure, but that seemed like the least of his problems.
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Something had happened, he realized, the tiger and the Sheppie had done something to make this happen to him, Shawn thought. Something in that fluid that seemed to be still dripping into his veins from that bag hanging above him...
Either they had infused him with LSD and he was imagining all of this, the wolf thought, or there was something even more fucking bizarre going around.
Shawn couldn't understand why it didn't shake him more.
"Just a moment..." the tiger mumbled, his back turned towards him for the moment, standing by the cart.
"What...what..." the wolf growled, feeling his chest tighten.
The tiger turned around, now brandishing a large plastic bottle in his paws, which had a long plastic straw attached to the top. The bottle was filled a golden fluid that sloshed around as the big cat stepped forward and placed the object down onto an unseen holder by the wolf's head.
"Here," the tiger murmured, "you must be very thirsty, believe me, I know from experience, it really takes the...juices out of you...here...let me..."
Shawn watched the tiger's paw, manipulating the tip of the plastic straw to bring it close against the wolf's lips. His eyes followed the glowed fingers, and for a brief, passing second he thought about biting on the tiger's paw...just lunging forward and digging his teeth into that paw and...
But he couldn't. He knew he was restrained, and he couldn't move, he couldn't really even speak, and bizarrely, Shawn also knew that he wasn't afraid.
The idea struck him with odd dullness, but he accepted it with quiet resignation. Shawn knew that he was afraid, angry, scared and pissed off, but he also knew that he didn't feel it. The odd warm cloud that had been hovering around his mind was still there, ever since he had come to think about what he had briefly thought to be dream, and while he was well aware that things of perverse nature were happening to him, he simply didn't feel.
His sore throat clenched as he smelled the sweetness of the drink, and softly tilted his head forward to catch the straw between his lips.
"Good," the tiger breathed, "just drink as much as you want. It contains a high dose of dextrose and long-chain glucose that will replenish your body's energy supply, and I've also mixed it with Gatorade to give you all the important electrolytes as well. You perspired a great deal during your emergence, and the IV certainly cannot replace all of it, and shouldn't anyway. We should keep things well balanced."
Shawn knew that he shouldn't accept anything from the tiger, but the burn in his throat told him that drinking was the best option for now.
The straw made a strange slurping sound when the tiger drew the first mawful. Blissful sweetness exploded over his tongue, and the first swallow seemed to send a whole wave of energy through his body. Shawn licked around his muzzle and suckled more of the sweet liquid into his muzzle, swallowing occasionally as he drank the renewing mixture.
He drank so intently, eyes closed and slurping down the fluid that he didn't even notice the tiger's departure, but when he heard voices and pawsteps, there was no mistaking that his two captors were returning.
"...awake and responding to questions and..."
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The bottle made a gargling sound that told Shawn that it was empty. He swallowed once more, licked his lips, and tilted his head to the side to let the straw pass.
"Shawn!"
The German Shepherd appeared into the cone of light shining above, bespectacled eyes practically sparkling as the green-clad canine stepped closer. His tail was obviously wagging, too, judging by the sound, and the sheer excitement that was evident from his whole body language.
The cold anger, fear and resentment washed through Shawn's mind, but he registered it with the cool dullness that made it difficult to concentrate on feeling like the victim he knew he was.
The tiger walked past the Sheppie and picked up the bottle from Shawn's side and held it up with a smile.
"Good, you drank it all," he said, gave brief glance at the IV bag hanging above the wolf, and moved over towards his cart again.
The Sheppie stepped close to the platform and stood to Shawn's left, his smile persisting as he looked down to the wolf.
"That's good," the Sheppie murmured happily. "How are you feeling?"
Shawn blinked.
"Wanting to tear off your face but not feeling like it for some reason," he rumbled. "Maybe you can explain that to me...Professor!"
Shawn felt pretty damn good about the fact that he had felt genuine resentment when he spat out the Sheppie's title as a curse now, after speaking it so many times as a sign of respect, over the past two years. Now there was no chance of that. The Sheppie was obviously insane, and so was the tiger.
The tiger who had heard everything about his troubles, whom he had trusted with his body, who had prescribed him the medication he had promised would help him with his depression.
The tiger who knew things and feelings he hadn't dared to speak even to John, and who had now joined in this betrayal. Shawn wanted to spit in his face and punch his muzzle into a new concave shape.
He sure now had the muscles for that, the wolf thought dully, and squeezed his paws into fists.
If only he'd feel it.
The Sheppie's ears flicked up and down, but his face remained calm, even in the face of the wolf's toneless, flat words. He stood there, arms folded over his chest, and assumed a pose not unlike the one he often held while standing behind his lectern at the big Biodome 1 lecture hall.
"You deserve to hear everything, of course, Shawn, but time is of essence here, and I think we should limit this initial period to the facts that are most crucial for us all," the Professor murmured. "Such as hearing how you are feeling."
"I told you," Shawn rumbled. "I don't feel anything."
A tall ear flicked.
"Yes, that is part of the process."
Shawn bared his teeth. Had they messed up with his brain, too? If they could do this to his body, there was not knowing what they could have done to his mind. He knew that he was messed up, but he liked who he was, and he would not have it. Messed up, but not to be messed around it, he decided, with grim determination, and felt his body tense.
"What fucking process?" Shawn spoke, trying to work his voice into a demanding tone, but failing to do anything but a soft drawl.
"This," the Sheppie waved his paw over Shawn's restrained body. "Your emergence."
"What emergence?" Shawn retorted instantly.
"The total endocrine stimulation," the tiger's voice cut in, as he stepped closer and then stood by the Sheppie. "The emergence."
Shawn snorted impassively.
"Those are just empty words if I don't know what the fuck they mean."
"This, Shawn," the Sheppie's paw now patted the wolf's arm. "The muscular hypertrophy that has caused your muscle mass to expand by 400 percent, with concurrent increase in strength, and the associated endocrinal effects, Shawn. To quote one of my predecessors, I have made you into a super male."
The wolf put his dull mind into the words, and picked up onto what mattered the most.
Hypertrophy.
He was huge now, he knew.
He felt huge.
Endocrinal effects.
The persistent boner, he realized, the dullness in his mind. The chemicals were playing tricks with his body, way beyond the seeming effect of causing his muscles to swell into incredible size when compared to their earlier state. The feeling of floating on a water mattress when he was supposed to be feeling utter terror at the body horror he was undergoing with every single moment he breathed air within his massively expanded chest.
It was all there. He wanted to declare it science fiction, to laugh at the Professor and the tiger and call them lunatics or daydreams, but lying there, strapped down and bulging, he had no option but to accept it.
Professor Harvey and Doctor Gorman not only were mad scientists, they were also real and successful mad scientists.
"A super male," the wolf muttered. "What next? The Man of Steel?"
The tiger and the Sheppie shared a brief look, and the professor cleared his throat by coughing into a paw.
"Even that would be preferable to the other things Doctor Fischer of Project Pilot Light was asked to accomplish with his experiment, but I assure you, my intentions are much better than his."
"Empty words," Shawn rumbled. "I have no idea what you are talking about. I only want to know what you've done to me and why the fuck you did it. Starting with why I am not afraid."
The tiger and the Sheppie looked onto each other again, communicating wordlessly, it seemed, because it was the doctor who spoke next.
"Shawn," he began, "as a biochemist, I am sure you know how your medication works."
The wolf looked coldly at the tiger hovering above him. He wouldn't have none of that.
"I am a motherfucking biochemist and of course I know. Selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors. They increase the amount of serotonin in my synapses. Basic neurochemistry. I aced that exam. It was before I went downhill and started needing selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors."
"Indeed," the tiger rumbled, seemingly untroubled by the quietly voiced mistrust and loathing in the wolf's strange, flat voice. "And that is basically what is happening now, too. Elliott's serum causes a widespread activation of your central nervous system, and also acts as an agonist of the serotonin and dopamine receptors. This increase in the amount of neurotransmitters causes a heightened feeling of well being."
Shawn snorted.
"So it's making me high," the wolf growled. "The shit you pumped into me is making me high, somehow..."
"We have not administered any narcotics or mind-altering substances, Shawn," the Sheppie cut in. "It is simply an effect of the serum in your brain."
"Which also explains the...ahem..." the tiger cleared his throat as he began, "...widespread activation of your limbic system during the emergence, resulting in a spontaneous erection and...ejaculation, with the concurrent orgasm, which I am sure was exceptional."
The wolf's erection throbbed firmly as he remembered the sweet dream of the strange, liquid orgasm that he had felt everywhere in his body at once, and not just in the sensitive, sexual skins he usually associated it with. It had felt so fantastic...and now the tiger was saying that it wasn't a dream.
"The resulting release of endorphins from the orgasm and the physical exertion of the emergence can also cause a temporary state of mild euphoria," the tiger continued, "But what is also important is that it caused the release of large amounts of oxytocin into your bloodstream."
The name rang a bell in the wolf's muddled mind, and made connections. A hormone, he remembered. Had many functions, especially those related to nursing behaviour. Sexual, even.
Hadn't he once read that it made you want to cuddle the one you had sex with? Did he remember right? He sure as fuck didn't feel like cuddling anyone right now, rather, he wanted to crush their balls between his fingers, but it made sense, somewhere, deep in his mind, it made sense, as the facts clicked in.
"So I am high," he rumbled. "I am high and at your will."
"No," the Professor replied. "You are not under the influence of mind-altering chemicals. I told you. You are simply experiencing a feeling of content and wellbeing brought by the hormone release. It should not affect your mental faculties or decision-making abilities. You are not being controlled by chemical means, and that was never our intention. I know how you are feeling, Shawn, I have felt the same. The same rush of...good feelings."
Shawn inhaled sharply.
"I know it's supposed to feel horrible," the wolf replied.
The pair's ears flicked sharply.
"Are you feeling discomfort?" the tiger spoke quickly, his eyes turning towards what Shawn knew to be a heart monitor, working noiselessly to his left. The Sheppie looked worried as well.
Shawn looked up to the lights and avoided their eyes.
"I know everything I am supposed to feel but I am not feeling it," he said. "You obviously don't know anything about depression. When you stop feeling good even when you know you should."
The Sheppie frowned.
"But you are feeling good," he said, "you expressed the feeling that you are unable to feel anger or fear...that is the effect of the initial chemical storm in your brain. And once the neurotransmitter levels stabilize, you ought to simply feel quite normal, if for the peripheral effects of the serum."
"You don't get it," Shawn rumbled.
"Pulse is 86 and steady," the tiger rumbled, looking into his monitors.
Shawn snorted.
"This is all it's about," he growled. "Knowing and not feeling...and being scared of the day when you stop knowing, too."
"But you are not feeling unpleasant now?" the Sheppie demanded.
Shawn let out a deep breath.
"I know I will soon feel the most scared and angry I have ever felt," the wolf breathed. "And I don't like knowing that, even if I don't FEEL it."
He snarled, and flapped his tail against the bench, unable to show any other displays of physical annoyance.
"Pulse is 92, but steady," the tiger noted.
The Sheppie's fingers pressed against Shawn's bulging arm.
"Shawn..."
"Get your fucking paws off me," the wolf muttered flatly.
The Sheppie's fingers moved away, and rested by his own side.
"I apologize, Shawn," the Professor spoke in a low voice. "I know that you were taken here against your own will and that you entered the emergence without your express consent, but I also know that you are an extremely smart individual, and you are able to reason with me."
"You lost your chance to reason with me when you pushed that shit into my body," Shawn muttered, staring at the ceiling.
"Exactly why I need to explain why it is you," the Professor replied.
Shawn hacked out.
"I am not me," he rumbled. "Body and mind, it is not me, and I never wanted to be not me."
"I will explain, Shawn," the Professor spoke.
"I will not listen," Shawn muttered. "You have obviously made your choice already of using me as your guinea pig for whatever fucked up shit you're planning to do."
"Pulse is 100, Elliott," the tiger spoke, from his side.
Shawn didn't care. The warm cloud was still floating around his mind, reminding him of everything he wasn't feeling, and keeping him in its grip. He knew that it was stopping him from struggling against his restraints, from putting into use the massive body he was endowed with, and from expressing the utter hatred he experienced.
It was worse than crying. It was forced good without happiness. It didn't even feel like Zoloft.
"You will not be harmed, Shawn, that has never been our intention, and even though you were taken here against your will, I assure you..."
Shawn could feel sweat beginning to form, over the insides of his ears first, with their bare skin, then against his belly too, and his chest, while the muscles there tensed. It was with some pleasure that he realized that he was feeling annoyed, besides knowing that he was feeling bad, but now it was there as well, slowly lurking under his skin, making it crawl again. It didn't feel like whatever had happened to him before, but he knew that sometimes was happening, making his body tee, and he could feel that his persistent erection throbbed, too, with vigor that seemed renewed to its earlier state of simply sitting against his belly.
His chest rose and fell quickly now, as the wolf breathed harder, and an alarm went off, somewhere to his left, bringing a yelp from the tiger.
"Pulse is going up to 120...Elliott, looks like he might be having his first peripheral effect..."
The Sheppie let out a held breath, and his tall ears flicked sharply as he turned to face the tiger, busy studying the readout of his heart monitor.
"Already?" the Sheppie's tail wagged nervously as he watched the tiger.
Shawn growled deeply.
"Well it seems characteristic...increasing pulse, respiration..." the tiger spoke, gave a glance at the heaving wolf, and added, "...perspiration..."
The Sheppie's eyes fixed on the protruding erection, and felt a stirring in his own sheath as well. The tiger was watching him carefully now as well.
"I wasn't expecting it this fast," the tiger spoke, tail lashing out nervously, "it never happened this fast to either of us, Elliot."
Shawn, strapped and immobile, listened to the voices of the two males talking while he felt odd heat grow inside his belly, radiating inwards, to the root of his cock, and his balls, which drew close to his body. He could feel it, the tension growing inside his body, and with each breath, he smelled musk in the air, renewed, strong, and definitely his own...with a twist.
"There must be physiological differences to the reaction to the peripheral effect...I know we don't exactly have many values of comparison, besides the rats from the seventies..."
Shawn's cock pulsed and oozed, and he felt his hips tremble against the restrains as the muscles tensed, his tail wagged against the edge of the table, almost painfully, and he could even feel his tailhole flexing, untouched, somewhere hidden among his newly enormous round ass cheeks. He still felt angry, and he felt violated, but he also found himself feeling extraordinary aroused as well. His cock was so hard that it almost hurt when the straining flesh pulsed. It was standing up almost directly up from his body now as well, which it almost never did, but now his over exited system was pumping an extra amount of blood into his organ.
Shawn let out a helpless moan.
The tiger and the Sheppie almost jumped, and stopped their private conference to look at the giant wolf stretched out, thrusting his hips against the restraints. The swollen cock bounced with each movement, and was already leaking pre-fluids along the shaft.
The Professor's breath caught in his throat. He could feel the arousal growing rapidly within himself as well, with his own shaft slipping out of its sheath and pushing forward the front of his loose scrubs. His tail began to wag more rapidly, and even rubbed against the tiger's groin. The doctor gasped.
"Elliott," the tiger purred, staring at the wide-eyed wolf.
"We must hurry," the Sheppie growled between his teeth, holding back the desire to bark out the tension in his chest, "We must..."
"I know," the tiger rumbled, paws falling onto the Sheppie's shoulders. "We must...before it gets us..."
The Sheppie's furs spiked at the feeling of his mate's paws, and his breath caught in his throat, but he turned to face the wolf instead.
"Shawn," the Sheppie barked out.
Shawn's body burned, and blood rushed into his ears, but the words came through, oddly filtered, but they were there, somewhere. He could hear it. The cloud gave him the ability to think.
"What's...happeniiiiiiing," the wolf grunted as the squirming of his body made the bed rattle.
The tiger hurried towards his steel cart with unsteady paws, tail lashing our rapidly.
"Shawn, you're having a...a..."
The Sheppie's eyes were fixed on the sight of the tiger, slightly bent forward as he rummaged through the cluttered top of the steel cart. His heart raced, and his tongue hung out, to drip saliva over his chin.
"...a peripheral reaction..." the Sheppie swallowed and spoke, "it's....an intense sense of arousal brought by the..."
His balls felt like they were going to explode if he didn't jump the tiger's back on this moment and sink into him.
The professor squeezed the edges of the wolf's platform and growled deeply, feeling pre ooze out of his own hard cock.
"...the serum... he drawled.
The tiger turned back again and then stepped over to the end of the platform, looking down along Shawn's body. The wolf could see the tiger, blurry even at such a short distance, and could hear his agitated, purr-tinged breaths.
"Shawn..." the Sheppie rumbled, close to the wolf's ear, but he wouldn't turn to look at him. "Spencer...is going to help you...he'll...help you...Spencer..."
The tiger held out a white plastic object, for the wolf to see, licking his lips and obviously salivating over his chin as he attempted to speak in a level voice.
"You...need to climax for the hormone levels to stabilize and..." the tiger muttered, keeping the object up so that Shawn could look at its odd shape, "...you need..."
The professor barked.
"Hurry, Spencer..."
"This'll...ahhh...feel cold..."
The object and the tiger's paws disappeared, and Shawn, again on the edge of consciousness, suddenly realized where the cold sensation was directed.
"AAAAAAH!"
The cold, hard object pressed against his anus, unquestionably so, cool and slick, too, because it took little effort for the tiger's trembling fingers to push it past Shawn's clenching ring muscles and then into his body. The wolf could instantly feel his body clamping down on it, causing the throbbing of his cock to increase even further, too, now that the hidden muscles there had something to work against. It caused even further sparks to explode behind his closed lids.
"Switching...ahh...on..."
The object inside his body began to vibrate rapidly, causing the wolf to tense even further. His once closed eyes opened wide and he realized that he was struggling against his bounds again, but this time his muscles were not flexing to escape, but to simply bring more pleasure through his body. He trembled, shook and panted, wrapped in pleasure that was unlike anything he had experienced before...but because it was different.
Even as he panted and gritted his teeth, Shawn knew that this wasn't the same feeling that overtook him when they infused him. This was different...more akin to normal arousal, but stronger, it had come fast, and it was over him, coursing through his body and claiming it from within in thick, heavy waves.
The musky sweat ran between his pecs and matted the furs there as the trashed and moaned incoherently, riding out the pleasure emanating from his untouched cock and his ass, now subjected to this vibrating pleasure-torture.
"Ahhhhhhhh..."
The tiger had managed to reach the heavy steel door before he felt the Sheppie's arms around him. Teeth followed, pressing into the scruff of his neck, biting and gnawing, while hips ground firmly against his barely covered rear. The tiger mewled and threw his head back, and his paws clenched around the steel lever he had been pulling on, to open the door.
"AhhhElliot..."
"Peripheral...effects..." the Sheppie grunted against the tiger's ear, claws already tearing onto the soft cloth of the scrubs both males wore.
The tiger purred and moaned heavily, pressing back against his lover's body.
"To...the bed..." he husked, yanking on the lever even as the distraction grew to be almost unbearable.
The wolf's howl of pleasure accentuated the heavy squeak of the hinges as the door turned, allowing them access into the room beyond. A dim lamp hung from the ceiling of the space otherwise only illuminated by the glow of several computer screens, but it was still enough to direct them to the foldable cot bed standing against one of the concrete walls. It wasn't much, and creaked heavily when they collapsed onto the little bed, but it was better than the bare floor.
They landed face to face, and briefly simply squirmed against one another, overcome by the lust that had been accentuated by the release of the pheromones in the wolf's sweat. Their latent attraction had been amplified and demanded that the physical tension caused by it would be taken care of, and neither of them had any patience left. The pheromone was strong, mighty, and lingered in their noses even as they filled each other's muzzles with their tongues and saliva.
The tiger pulled down the loose garments covering their lower bodies, first from himself, then form the Sheppie lying on his back on the bed, their eyes meeting even as he grabbed a hold of the Professor's legs and pushed them up.
The Sheppie simply let his tongue loll out of his muzzle and panted.
"Hurry..."
The tiger titled his hips and aimed his barbed prickhead directly against the Sheppie's pucker and thrust himself into the canine's body with a series of rapid, howl-inducing strokes only lubed up by the pre-cum flowing out of his swollen member. The newly pierced dog threw his head back and exposed his neck in a manner that invited the tiger's teeth even before his balls had smacked against his taint for the first time.
"AhhhhhhhhhhhHHH!!" the Sheppie's voice rose to unprofessional registers as the heated mating began, with the tiger's barbed cock raking through his sensitive innards.
The tiger purred and nibbled on the exposed, sweaty neck, lapping up the sweat and replacing it with his saliva, all the time his hips bucked against the canine's upturned rump and drove himself in and out of the tight, hot depths.
On one of the computers screen still giving up their ghostly glow, the soundless shape of the wolf was still humping the air, his body wracked by the pleasure coursing through it at any given moment. His ass squeezed down on the vibrator, made his cock tremble and spit, and caused the waves of tension to come with ever increasing frequency.
Shawn didn't care what was happening to him.
He needed to get off.
He needed to.
He tried to hump the air, the bring more relief, and felt his body clamping down again.
He'd done this before.
With his John.
John...
Tying with him...
Shawn imagined it was John, pushing his knot into the wolf's body, taking him deeply while they kissed, deep, beautiful kisses, over their slick lips.
John...
"JOHN!!!!!!!!!!"
When the orgasm finally exploded through him, internal, burning through his cock and causing his balls to give up their seed, the dull cloud was lifted, and left the wolf lying on his back, panting, covered in streaks of his own seed, and feeling.
His ears flattened with the mutual howls echoing from somewhere beyond.
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