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Ethan slurped off the cum from his finger, rolling the viscous fluid around his mouth before swallowing with an over exaggerated gulp. The flavour of salted fish mixed with seaweed cloyed to his taste buds, a sensation that lasted for approximately ninety percent of his waking hours. The other ten were occupied with musk and the taste of otter, his mate's odour particularly strong after a long day of sex and rutting.

"Hey, leave some of that for collecting, guys," called a voice from the other side of the warehouse. The grunt that followed the proclamation echoed in the storage facility, followed by a moan that bounced from crate to crate. Ethan felt his member stiffen within the ass he was busy plowing. His dick never seemed to soften, but it suited his needs just fine. John loved every second of getting to enjoy the thick, potent orca cock.

It hadn't even been a week ago that Ethan would have barfed thinking about having sex with men, let alone heavily endowed, incredibly muscled, and rather smelly men. Men with otter and orca like shapes to their bodies. Now Ethan didn't even question it, and in the few moments when he could spare to think about a life before his transformation, he found the memories to be fuzzy. A former existence that belonged to somebody else. One thought in particular lingered, stronger than the rest.

Driven by that thought, Ethan continued to work on making himself larger. After his change into an orca, Ethan had been gifted with enough muscle to satisfy a professional bodybuilder and a half. Within a week of sex, heavy lifting, and regular intakes of spunk from four different taps, Ethan had manage to fill out the missing half. His pecs pushed up against his chin. His arms couldn't quite reach down to his sides, forced up by his lats. His quads rolled around one another, making his always producing balls flop and jump with each step. Even his meat had added a little extra girth to it, which helped make the fuckings that much more enjoyable. It was like John was a virgin all over again.

"Just get it from the next batch, Dennis. John needs his intake if he wants to keep his coat glossy." The otter currently having his backside hammered grunted, his underbelly coated in the numerous and nearly endless stream of ejaculate he produced. John hadn't grown quite as impressively as the orcas, but the otter could still pose for a pro lifter. He squeaked as Ethan let loose another blast of cum, deep into the bowels of the mustelid. "Or maybe the next batch, whatever. Did you guys order anymore from the original source yet?"

"Ya," came another voice, different from the first, but with all the same speech patterns. "Dennis and I handled it last night while you were having that foursome with Matt and Quintin. Fucker. You could have invited us soon. God damn it Dennis you give the best head." The room stank with the potency of the males, the stench of sex like a cloud that hung in the air, keeping their motors running as long as they kept on inhaling the smell.

"Fantastic, let me know what that comes in. John, flip over. I could use a bit of cleaning off. And I don't care what Travis says, you give a better blowjob than Dennis." The otter pulled himself off the orca's cock, the hard member bobbing in the air before smacking into Ethan's abs, leaving a splattering of seed, an off coloured white compared to the rest of the orca's skin. "We gotta test the theory. You know the plan, right? She's agreed and everything. Didn't think she'd go for it, either. Women." Ethan grabbed the back of John's head, the otter's muzzle popped open and quickly fed a helping of cock. "I guess they still have some purpose."

Felicity sat in the back of the classroom. She didn't need people having pity on her. It was already in the news, she's already been interrogated by police, and forced to miss three days of school. "Swim Team Goes Missing", the headlines had read. Nobody could find a trace of them. Everybody asked Felicity if she knew anything anyway. She was getting tired of having to explain that she didn't know where they went.

Officers walked in and out of the swimming area for days, some of them wearing hazmat suits. A flier posted on the bulletin board at the main entrance explained that the pool was contaminated with a foreign substance, and until it could be examined and cleaned, nobody would be having gym classes. The nerds of the school rejoiced. Jocks grumbled, and took to releasing steam by bullying the nerds.

Dean took a seat beside Felicity. She shuffled away from him, her desk scrapping on the tile floor. He followed on beside her, getting closer than she could get away. Her backpack prevented him from positioning his desk directly beside hers. He was close enough that he could touch her shoulder. The leer in his expression had her quivering. His gaze focused primarily on her chest.

The double D cups she carried could not be concealed, no matter what she wore to try and cover it. Shirts didn't come loose enough, coats were impossible to find in the right size, and bras only defined her assets that much cleared. She wasn't opposed to being well endowed, but having to deal with men like Dean who only wanted her for sex made having a chest like she had more trouble than it was worth. She had liked Ethan for the simple fact that Ethan would actually look at her face instead of her boobs.

A hand landed on her bosom and gave it a squeeze. She jerked away, scowling, unable to make a noise while the teacher droned on about Macedonian history. Dean just smiled, intensifying his lusty leer. He slipped a note into her cleavage before scooting his desk away, leaving Felicity alone in the corner, in the back of the room. She pulled the note out and crumpled it before stuffing it into the front pocket of her knapsack. It wasn't worth reading. It would be the same note Dean had given her every day since the swim team vanished.

In one version or another, they all requested that she sleep with him, since he was better than her old boyfriend anyway. Felicity hated the little drawings Dean included, horrible images of massive boobed girls getting pounded by him, his body grotesquely muscular in all the pictures. It was an impossible amount of brawn he included, enough so that Felicity doubted any sane individual could find it attractive, let alone a female who would be forced to endure having sex with that kind of body. The teacher called out the questions he wanted students to answer from the back of the textbook.

She was the last one to leave the room. On the threshold to the hall, Dean waited, propped up against a locker. His eyes narrowed but his mouth was smiling. "So what do you say, Felicity? Shall we go back to my place? I know you're interested, I saw you sneaking glances my way while Mr. Mandor was teaching." Dean thrust his hips, an obvious bump in the front of his jeans getting larger. Felicity withheld her gag. "My place, tonight. You'll never have to worry about Ethan again once you've spent a night with me."

Felicity sighed, her heeled foot itching to give Dean a swift kick in the crotch. "Tell you what, scumbag; If I sleep with you, will you leave me alone already?" Dean's eyes lit up. "Hold it, hornyboy. You're coming to my place if we do this. Nobody's home tonight, and you will keep your fat mouth shut about it. If one person finds out about this, you will not have balls when I am through with you. Got it?" He nodded, slack jawed. The front of his jeans pulsed. Felicity spat at his feet. "Meet me after school at the McDonald's. Back of the lot. I live close to there."

Dean didn't pester her the rest of the school day. Nobody bothered her anymore. She sat in the back of each class, drifting in and out of awareness while political science classes were taught around her. She took a trip to the washroom alone near the end of the day, ignoring the gossiping and whispers that floated around the ladies' room. Most of them centred on her murdering the team so she could be with Dean. Nobody had an ounce of brains in their head. Every time she overheard his name muttered or whispered, she imagined those awful pictures he drew. It never ceased to make her shudder with repulsion.

He was already waiting for her when she made it to the McDonald's, his knapsack slung over one shoulder. From a distance, he was every bit as handsome as she could imagine a man. Broad shoulders, thick pectorals, biceps that strained his tight shirt, and an actual butt, unlike a lot of men. Dating swimmers did have its advantages, she knew. Ethan had a great ass, even if he hadn't liked to admit it, or flushed whenever she brought it up. As much as she hated to admit it, Dean's was even better. In every physical way, Dean was better. Including, as she had noticed throughout the week, in the sack.

"You actually came? Hot damn, this is my lucky day." She didn't meet his gaze. "Let's go, come on, you're going to change your mind by the time we're done. After a night on Old Faithful, you'll never want to ride another cock." She tried not to laugh at his pet name for his dick, and managed to suppress it down to a snicker. "Don't judge until you've tried, Felicity. Now come on, where are we going? I'm going to blow a wad right here just looking at you. But damn if you don't have the best boobs in school."

"I'm in the apartment complex just down the street, over there." She pointed to the towering building, a modern looking high rise on the edge of the campus grounds. "On floor seven, apartment G. I'll be right there, I want to get something to eat, and don't try waiting for me, ass munch." She held up a finger to shush him before he could speak. "I don't want anybody knowing about this. So you're going to go ahead, and if anybody asks, you're delivering some homework that I forget to pick up, or some lame excuse. Get going, I want something to eat."

She watched as he crossed the street. Once he turned the corner, she slipped into the store, heading straight towards the Men's washroom. A sign in front of it said closed for repairs. Felicity checked around the corner before slipping inside the out of service restroom. Nothing inside seemed out of place, save for the strong smell of man and the deep puddle of white around one of the stalls. Two feet, painted black, poked out from the stall. "I'm here," she called out.

The feet under the still twitched and jerked, as if their owner was standing up. "Good, come here, and don't step in the puddle." Felicity had very little intention of doing that in the first place, the white fluid on the floor seemed to be congealing as she stood in front of it. A hand, painted white, slipped under the stall, holding a red thermos. "Keep it warm, make sure it stays warm. Drink it all when you get the chance, in private."

She took the thermos, feeling the warmth of it radiate through her skin. "How am I supposed to keep this warm in the cold outside?"

"How should I know, stick it into your boobs or something. Women. It's your problem now."

"And this will help Ethan?" Her voice quavered. "You'll let me see him again, like you promised?"

"If it works, yes. Don't let Dean know you have it. And once you drink it, make sure you have sex with Dean. I'll know if you haven't followed orders. I'll be over with Ethan at 7pm, so make sure that you finish your end of the deal. Got it? Good, now get out. Fuck, I gotta take care of this." She left the bathroom to the sound of squelching and moans. She didn't want to know what was going on behind the stall, though she had a perfectly good guess.

"Hey, you," she said to the employee wiping down a table. The grime seemed to spread over the wooden top rather than get washed away by the dirty black rag. "You should probably look into that bathroom of yours there. I saw somebody walk inside and it clearly says that it is out of order." The server turned to Felicity, showing her an acne riddled face, dented with scars and freshly popped pimples. She winced when he smiled at her. "Just take care of it. There's a foul smell coming from the men's bathroom. Just thought I'd let you know." Something white oozed out the door to the restroom. Felicity rushed outside of the restaurant, the thermos tucked uncomfortably in her bosom.

Sweet, clean air filled her nostrils, free from the taint of whatever foul chemical was flooding the washroom and devoid of the horrific stench of slightly rotten seared meat. She shivered in the cold, the tucked away container providing some warmth to her boobs. Felicity tucked in her coat, pulled her head down, and half ran towards her apartment. A passing car honked as she waited at the light, catcalls sailing back on the wind. She had very little doubt that Dean had already informed his buddies about what was going down tonight. The thermos' warmth seemed to slowly seep away the closer she got to her apartment.

Felicity spent a few minutes standing in the foyer to the apartment building, idling beneath the heating vents that blasted the entrance. Her eyes closed, she didn't see the flash of brown running down the hall. The rustling of a fur coat didn't register as anything unusual. Plenty of the resident women liked to wear clothing out of their price range. Felicity opened the glass door to the main lobby, taking a hesitant step out from under the hot blast of air into the more moderate temperature of the building proper. The elevators dinged, a green arrow lighting up along with the opening of the metallic doors.

Nestled within the moving steel cocoon, Felicity hid herself in the corner, trying to ignore the dings as the elevator rose higher and signaled which floor it had reached. She pulled the zipper of her jacket up as high as it could go, her hands pulled into the sleeves. Knees bent and elbows pulled in, she looked like a huddled ball of coat and flowing hair. The doors opened on her floor, but she didn't get out of the elevator. She sat there, watching the blinking number on top remain unchanged, the elevator unmoving as she sat there, holding on to herself and trying not to scream.

Hiding from the problem would solve nothing, though she wished Ethan was around to provide some support in this troubling situation. He would have gone through something equally degrading for her sake, she knew it was only fair that she do the same for him. To give in to the sexual monster that was Dean. It was one of the things she prided herself on, that she alone amongst the women at school could resist his come ons and charms. Now here she was, about to throw that all away, throw herself at his feet and beg for him to sleep with her. Her shame manifested in the tears rolling down her cheeks.

Sleeves stained with salt, make up running, Felicity got on her feet and opened the doors again. She kept her back straight, her breast pushed forward, and walked with the rolling grace of a supermodel. The doors closed behind her, and the elevator climbed higher with nobody on board, rising to the upper floors of the apartment complex. To her left, towards her apartment room, she could see Dean leaning on the wall, cellphone in hand, fingers twitching over the keypad. He glanced in her direction. Upon seeing her, he grinned, beckoning her closer with a finger. Halfway down the hall, he called out: "Damn, you look even more fine. What did you do, freshen up just for me? You shouldn't have."

"Shut up and get inside, asshole." she reprimanded, ignoring looking at him to fish into her pocket and pull out her keys. The lock clicked open, the heavy wooden door swinging open with a forceful push from her hands. Dean put his hand on her ass as she walked inside. She turned around and slapped him. "That wasn't part of the deal. You're getting your sex, and that's all you're getting from my body. No touching. No groping. You got that?" He rubbed the angry red welt on his face, but he didn't stop smiling. Huffing, Felicity hurried towards the kitchen. "Just take a seat and watch some TV or something. I'm going to make supper."

"I thought you said I wasn't going to get anything else?" Dean jumped onto the couch, the pristine black leather deforming under his bulk. He looked around, trying to find the remote for the forty inch TV mounted on the wall in front of him. The table in front of him, a glass top with a brass frame, didn't have a single smudge on it. Beside the TV, he noticed the bookshelf lined from end to end with books, organized by color and size. Everything was perfectly immaculate. "Pretty, organized, and feisty. Is there anything you ain't, Felic?" He sprawled out across the couch, putting his shoes up on the armrest.

Felicity ran the hot water, the sink stopped so it could fill with the steaming liquid. "Don't you ever call me that again. And you'd better leave everything as it is." She heard the sound of basketball playing, the volume steadily climbing higher. Unless she shouted, she doubted he would hear anything she did. Grumbling, she pulled the thermos out from her between her boobs and placed it into the makeshift bath. The clock on the stove read 4:30. She had two hours to waste before she would be able to fulfill her end of the bargain.

Cooking supper helped pass some of the time. Felicity scrambled around the kitchen, trying to make sure the water didn't over boil for the pasta while she tended to chopping up vegetables. She had to stop at one point to rinse her finger off under the sink to clear out some of the blood from a particularly bad nick from the knife. Tomato sauce from a can bubbled on the stove as she dropped in the sliced up onions and carrots. Smoke wafted into the air, collected by the overhead vent that came with the stove. She opened a window to avoid choking on the acrid grey mist that filled the room when she forgot to take some fresh bread out of the oven.

Dean never said a word. Sports announcers filled the apartment with noise, repeating one another and passing off vague expressions of nothingness as words of athletic wisdom. Felicity was certain that she could hear the ball bouncing off the court when the cheer of the crowd died down. The neighbours didn't knock on the walls, or bang on the front door. If they didn't, she couldn't hear them. When the basketball game finished at 5:30, the channel changed, and the sportscasters were replaced with a new crew dictating the play by play analysis of a hockey game. The bouncing ball was replaced with a puck getting slapped by a stick.

When she brought out the food, served on a plastic plate, Dean gagged and turned his nose up. The blackened bread, covered in a thick layer of butter, sat next to watery pasta drenched in burnt tomato sauce. Undercooked carrot pieces rested awkwardly on the plate. "I've eaten better slop at school, Felic. You may have a lot of positives, but you clearly can't cook." She dropped the plate on the table and stormed back to the kitchen, Dean's derisive laughter chasing after her. Just another hour, she told herself, and it would be worth it. She'd have Ethan back, and together they could exact revenge from Dean.

She didn't dare venture back to the TV room to clean up after Dean. The less time she spent with him, the better. There was every possibility she would get lucky, and he would bore himself to sleep on her couch. Then she could pretend like they had done it while he was groggy and not paying attention, and she wouldn't have to sleep with him at all. The idea of adding some sort of alcohol to a drink and providing it to him seemed like a good idea, with one critical problem. She didn't have any alcohol in the apartment. Felicity checked on the temperature of the thermos. The water was warm, no longer scalding, but the canister itself still felt heated. She pulled it out, drained the sink, and started the process over again.

Six o'clock rolled in with little change to her situation. Each passing minute had her heart beating a little bit faster, keeping her from just sitting at the kitchen table and checking various websites to pass the time. She wondered if she should drink the contents of the thermos early, just in case that would make the evening pass by faster. But if anything went wrong, she wouldn't get Ethan back, and she couldn't risk losing that ray of hope. Everything would be for nought if she screwed up. One minute had passed since she last looked at the clock. Maybe it would be easier to just sit beside Dean and try and talk to him to pass the time, she decided.

Dean was passed out on the couch, as she had hoped he might be. His shoes hung over the edge, allowing her to see the scuffing and dirt marks on the leather armrest. She scowled at his prone form, eyes closed and facing the ceiling. An obvious boner tented the front of his jeans, his hand resting beside the protrusion from his groin. Felicitiy's stomach churned at the thought that he was playing with himself while watching the hockey game. It didn't seem particularly straight in her mind. She checked the TV, the game still going, men in several layers of clothing skating around, bashing into one another like savages. Felicity picked up the remote and turned off the game.

"Hey I was watching that," Dean muttered as he rolled over, eyes fluttering awake. "Oh, Felic. Is it time then? No time better than the present, right?" His hand grabbed a hold of his erection and tugged on it, the fabric of his jeans smoothing out over his legs, revealing some of the definition hidden away. She took a step away from him, backing into the glass table he had moved out of the way. Her hand landed in the pasta. "You better go wash that, and when you're done, I'll be waiting for you here. Be a doll and turn the game on for Dean, would you?" He chortled as the TV buzzed back to life for his entertainment.

Felicity washed her hands off in the sink, right above the thermos. The time read six eighteen. Another ten minutes to go. Surely whatever she needed to do couldn't be managed in thirty minutes, she thought. Dean could have the stamina of a stallion, based on the rumours that fluttered about the school. He could have a short fuse too, but want to just keep going until he passed out. The mush of pasta and tomato sauce floated on the surface of the water, a little ring of discarded food surrounding the lid of the thermos. Fans cheered and a buzzer sounded. Dean whooped and cheered along with them. No better time than the present, she figured.

A scent dripping with male sexuality assaulted her nose the moment she unscrewed the cap. Felicity gagged on the horribly powerful odor, a smell she'd had enough experience with having spent many nights with Ethan. This was far more powerful, however, and had slightly different undertones. It made her think of the ocean, briny and rich with seaweed. The viscous fluid within the container looked all too familiar as well. "If this is what I think it is, this is blackmail, and it's perverted." She didn't like the idea of drinking the cum, especially that of some stranger who had probably wanked in a public restroom.

There wasn't much choice in the matter, though. She could easily see now how whoever was jerking her chain would be able to know if she had actually consumed the contents of the thermos or not. Such a volume of semen would leave a taste and smell in her mouth. If she couldn't mimic the smell, then it would be known she hadn't drank it. By drinking just a bit, she hoped, it would suffice, and she wouldn't have to finish the whole thing. That one person could produce so much jizz and store it baffled her. The inside was full to the top with warm, richly scented cum. Nobody could produce that much in one sitting. It must have been stored up over the week since Ethan's disappearance, she rationalized. By multiple people, no doubt.

She put her tongue up against the plastic rim, taking the first sampling of the flavour without having to consume anything. Saltier than she had expected, it didn't match the taste she knew Ethan produced. His had been earthy, this was oceanic. In its own right, the cum in the thermos was down right delicious, even though it made her grimace to think about it. She tilted her head back and took a quick swig of the fluids, feeling it stick to the inside of her mouth, chains of the substance sticking to her throat. When she put the thermos down, a trail of white connects the rim to her lips. She slurped it up, wiping her mouth clean with her tongue. The clock read six thirty.

Felicity's knees trembled. She gripped onto the table for support, her eyes watering. She felt parched, and the closest beverage to consume was the cum she had just sampled. Pulling herself up to her feet, she took hold of the thermos and brought it to her lips, turning it over and guzzling down the contents, not letting it leave her mouth until nothing more poured down. Her stomach felt mildly bloated from having consumed so much, like she'd just eaten too much of a hearty soup. She eyed the inside of the container, where strands and clumps of the seed remained stuck to the thermos walls. Too much trouble to get it out for what she had been asked to do. Her knees gave out. Felicity fell to the tiled floor as another goal was scored, as the fans cheered. Dean's voice was absent from the celebration.

Tossing and turning, gripping her stomach as it gurgled, Felicity was certain she was going to die. She had been deceived and tricked, and whoever had kidnapped Ethan had wanted her dead, has poisoned her with semen. The knot in her belly tightened, her flat stomach developing bumps under her touch. As she gurgled, some of the cum that was stubbornly clinging to the walls of her mouth bubbled up, dribbling down the side of her cheek. How Dean figured into the plan, she wasn't sure, but she hoped he ended up dead too. Nobody deserved to be punished for hers and Ethan's demise quite like Dean did. It was all his fault, somehow.

Her clothing restricted her breathing worse than the tightness in her throat. She tried to grasp at her shirt and pull it away from her neck, but her fingers kept on slipping thanks to the covering of sweat that coated her pale skin. An attempt at screaming ended in a soft gurgling, with more of the semen dripping from the corner of her mouth, now mixed with her saliva. Felicity managed to flop to the side, a little closer to the door that would lead to Dean, to potential help. The spot she had just moved from was wet, making the beige tile shine.

Something ripped. She assumed it was her pants catching on to a jagged piece of linoleum. What did it matter if her clothing was torn, and she was shamed further, when she was certain that the spectre of mortality awaited her in the coming moments. A green light above the stove flashed. Through the moisture in her eyes, she could read the time. It was six forty. Whatever poison she had consumed was taking its sweet time in finishing her off. Another rip sounded, allowing her to feel the cool tile on her calf. Felicity flopped over to her front, panting, her face planted into the puddle she had created. It smelled divine, like rocks weathered by ocean spray.

Continued sniffing of that dampness eased her mind. The pain in her stomach lessened. She stopped caring that her clothing was still ripping even as she lay there, or that the bumps on her stomach has formed into six clear and obvious protrusions. The smell was everything, powerful and ringing with pheromones. Almost like it was a variant on the contents of the thermos, but with a new twist. She knew it had come from her own body. Felicity raised up an arm, the sleeve clinging to her skin, stuck there thanks to the sweat. Her nose slipped into the crevice of her armpit, and she sniffed. It was the smell she had been expecting. It was heaven.

The pain dissipated, and along with it went the need to bury her face in musk. Shaking her head clear, Felicity stood up. Her balance felt off. She used the table for support as she took a step forward. her foot stepped into some moisture, creating a soft splash. She looked over her breasts, her chest heaving as she regulated her breathing. The socks she had worn were ripped off, revealing two thick, shiny black feet. There was nothing to hold back her scream, and to let her hear the lower timber in her voice.

She held her hands up in front of her face, watching with horror as they two had changed to that black color. Rubbing her mitts together, the texture felt different from her skin, so much smoother, almost like it was a rubber that would repel water. She needed to know how much worse it was getting. Her clothing in tatters, it took some time to get it off, her arms struggling to pull her pants down, her hands finding the task of lifting her shirt off so much more difficult than it should have been. Standing only in her thong, Felicity gasped as she saw the last bit of her normal skin colour disappear, the beige on her stomach swallowed up by a lustrous white.

Free of garb, Felicity could see what made up those bumps on her stomach. Abdominals. She had a six pack, and a rather prominent one. She wasn't sure she'd ever seen a woman with as much muscle as she now sported on her belly. The increased mass wasn't restricted to her torso, either. All along her limbs, the sinew was thicker, brawnier, giving her the appearance of a female bodybuilder. The only part that was smaller, she noted with dismay, was her breasts. They had shrunken down from their double D status, looking less like boobs and more like a man's chest. She flexed, and the muscle on her arms jumped up, peaking. Then they grew larger before her eyes, thicken considerably along with her legs. The thong she wore felt increasingly tight on her hips.

Her nethers tingled. The sight of so much muscle, even on herself, and watching it get larger had her horny. She needed to do something about it, and there was the perfect sucker in the next room over. Dean was going to get his sex alright, but she was going to be the one in control of the situation. This must have been what was originally planned. The kidnappers had used Ethan to coerce her, but the target was Dean, to humiliate the jock. She was simply the lucky recipient of a wonderful gift. She reached down to finger herself, stopping dead in her tracks when she couldn't find an opening.

It was like her insides had been pushed out. She knew enough anatomy to know that men and women shared a lot of characteristics, but she hadn't expected to be sporting male genitalia any time in her life. There could be no denying what her fingers found in the clinging pouch. Two miniscule balls, and a tiny dick that was pulsing full of blood. Wearing the thong was hurting. It was not designed to be worn by an overly buff female, and most certainly not by one who was growing a cock. As the transforming human gripped the member, the dick throbbed, surging forward, breaking the walls of its prison. The thong snapped, leaving a quickly growing spire of of flesh to bounce in the air.

There was little time to enjoy the pleasures such an instrument could provide. Behind, over the ass, the changing person felt a nub, a thick roundness that pushed back on the black hands, forcing them away to make room for a new appendage. A tail, the brain registered instantly. There was going to be a tail, and it would be that of an orca. It helped to explain why her face was contorting. That was the muzzle. What was left of the boobs disappeared, replaced with powerful pectorals that were swelling larger, trying to reach the same size as the bosom that had occupied the rib cage prior to the shift in gender and species. When the tail hit the ground, the cock stopped elongating, leaving a heft shaft that reached up to its owners chest. Fully loaded balls dangled beneath, bouncing against legs that could flex out of a fishing net.

The freshly minted orca gripped the shaft, and let loose a powerful blast of semen, the first orgasm to rock the creature. Cum splattered over the stove, into the leftovers of supper. White smacked into the clock, obscuring all but the first number on the digital clock. The green six switched to a seven before that number too was covered in spunk. Round and round the orca turned, groaning, in a state of lust the like of which could not have been experienced before the transformation. The ejaculating ceased. Somebody knocked on the front door to the house. With a still rock hard member, the orca went to greet the guest.

Dean lay on the couch, fast asleep and snoring. The TV played a highlight reel from the recent sporting events of the day, a mixture of basketball, hockey, and even some curling. The orca opened the door, cock throbbing happily to see another equally muscular and massively endowed creature. "Fuck, is that you Felicity?" the orca in the hall asked, his member spraying seed into the room.

"Felix," replied the former female. "And ya, it's me. Are you the guy who was in the stall in the McDonald's? Because you are hot as hell right now, and I want you inside." There wasn't a question on the subject. Felix grabbed hold of the other orca and dragged the stranger into the apartment, the two of them entering into a deep, passionate kiss as their hard cocks ground against each other between their abdominals. Felix moaned, relishing in his first encounter as a male. They didn't break their lips apart until both had climaxed, connecting them in thick ropes of cum. Felix noticed an otter standing in front of the closed door, the mustelid's member coated in spunk as well. "Who are you two?"

"It's me, Ethan." Felix's eyes went wide. They kissed again, with more love but no less lust than the first time. "And that's John, from the swim team too. Long story short, we're now hot gay sea creatures, and we wanted to get Dean in on the deal. Sorry for the subterfuge, but I think you would have freaked out if I told you I wasn't suddenly a giant of an orca man with more cock than a nymphomaniac can handle." Felix could easily see what Ethan meant. Even for all of Felix's new bulk, Ethan was still larger, a powerful and dominating force that seemed to fill the room with his presence. As they conversed, stroking their muscles and each other's cocks, Dean groaned in his sleep. The smell of male sexuality filled the room as John orgasmed, the otter taking globs of his cum and licking them off his hands.

"Didn't think it would turn you into a stud like this though," Ethan grinned as he ran his fingers over Felix's ass, causing the new male to shudder at the fresh experience. "Fuck me, you look hotter than ever as a dude."

"I'm going to take you up on that," Felix replied as he got down on his knees, his muzzle in perfect range to lick over Ethan's scrotum. "Gotta break this body in, and I'd prefer to do it with my boyfriend."

Ethan groaned as his cock spewed fresh seed over Felix's back. "Not even interested in trying it on a girl?"

"Never even crossed my mind. It might have turned you gay, but I was always straight. Never wanted to do the lesbian thing." Felix shuddered as he stood up. "Why would anybody want to have sex with women?"

"Couldn't tell you anymore. Dean disagrees, I'm sure." They turned to watch the sleeping human on the couch, his erection as obvious as it had been when Felix had come into the room to turn off the TV. Splatterings of cum had reached the glass table, a few globs even dripping off the ceiling towards the floor. Nothing had managed to land on Dean yet. "Hey John," Ethan said, "you want a new playmate and boyfriend of your own? We've had a good run, but Felix here just has a place in my heart." The orcas exchanged kisses and gropes of packages. "Quintin and Matt have each other, Travis and Dennis are a couple too. Seems like we should be pairing off with our own species anyway." John simply nodded. Despite the otter's impressive size, Felix guessed the mustelid would do anything that he was told by an orca. The urge to dominate someone surged into Felix's being.

"What can I do to help? Are we going to fuck Dean? That would be fitting, little bastard deserves it for how he tried to treat me when he thought I was small and weak." Felix walked towards the prone human, the orca's hard cock leading the way towards Dean's face. "I should just shove this in his face and make him drink it all down. Teach that bastard to try and grab my ass." Dean rolled over, mumbling something to himself. The TV played a commercial for household cleaning wipes.

"Well he's going to change into an otter if he drinks any of your cum. We tested that out on the delivery company and each other. Whatever the main source is, drinking that turns people in orcas. Drinking the orca cum changes others into otters. But just being exposed to the cum works, thought it dilutes the effects. You should see Quintin and Matt. Great pair of twinks, really hot asses. But they haven't got the muscle like John here." Ethan slapped the otter on the butt, making John squeak and moan. Felix's cock dribbled on the couch.

Felix turned around, an arc of preseed flinging through the air, hitting the TV screen. "How about we have some fun with him then while we can? Make him have a nice, enriching gay experience as some payback before he ends up enjoying it? The bastard needs to be put in his place. I say we get him hot and bothered, humiliate him a little, and then change him once he's broken." Ethan grinned at the idea, showing his approval with a fresh spurt of orca juice. "You guys have more experience, and I just want to fuck him like he deserves. When you get him off the couch, I'll finish it up. I don't need to tell you to hold back." Felix grabbed Ethan's spire and squeezed. "From the puddle on that bathroom floor and from what I've seen, I doubt you even could."

Ethan moaned as he his cock was milked for further ejaculate, slightly off coloured fluid gushing out, smacking into Felix's white belly, dripping down until it mixed with the dried up cum around the base of the smaller orca's member. "Oh ya, I've got a great idea. The guy is such an ass." Ethan pulled himself out of felix's grasp, the thicker male strutting towards the prone Dean. "He might enjoy a faceful of what he is." The orca sat down, his rump slamming into Dean's nose. The human awoke with a start, choking on the rancid musk that had so suddenly assaulted his olfactory senses. "Rise and shine, Dean. Your old swim team buddies have got a present for you."

John needed no directions. The otter knew his place. With his more agile and thinner fingers, John undid the clasp of Dean's pants. The jeans and underwear were pulled down in one fell swoop, revealing the bobbing cock, so much smaller than the other three proud pillars in the room. The mustelid went straight to work, his muzzle wrapping around and easily covering the entire length of Dean's dick. Felix watched from the corner, stroking himself, trying to suppress his own moans by keeping his face buried under his armpit.

If Dean had any protests to make, he wasn't capable of it. The huge mass of orca rump smooshed his face, preventing him from being heard. Deep wafts of strong male scent bombarded the swimmer's senses, making him sputter and cough. He tried to bite down on whatever was suffocating him, but the massive body above just shuddered and moaned with pleasure. "Oh, somebody is feeling feisty. And here I thought I'd have to threaten you to get what I wanted. But I suppose that doesn't hurt to do still.

"So let's play a game, Dean. If you don't follow my instructions exactly, I break your nose between my buttcheeks. Keep it up, and I break your jaw with them. Then it'll be your fingers and toes. You get the idea. So here's the deal, captain," Ethan stated with an eyeroll and grin. "You start licking my cheeks, and you get to enjoy smelling them for as long as I'm not bored of your actions." The orca ground said cheeks into Dean's face, giving the human nothing to see but two muscled, plump black spheres. Ethan's tail hung over the armrest closest to Dean's head, the end flopping on the floor.

Dean complied, his eyes filled with moisture as his tongue lapped up the salty sweat that covered his taunters butt. Each lick tasted like seaweed covered in enough saline solution to choke a horse. He tried nibbling again, only to have the pressure on his nose increase slightly, and the smell to grow dramatically more foul, more musky and male. "Now now, that's not what I wanted Dean. Why don't you just enjoy the blow job you're getting while you lick. It'll be so much more fun that way for all of us." Dean had done his best to ignore the hot moisture surrounding his cock, praying that it was Felicity's mouth that was working his shaft. The length of the tongue, coupled with the sharp teeth that dragged along his sensitive skin, signaled otherwise.

"This is boring," Ethan muttered eventually, his mitt wrapped around part of his cock and stroking, letting pre dribble down the sides. "John, you better take care of that. Don't want to pop Dean's cherry too soon." The licking stopped, replaced with more insistent biting that only increased the flow of juices from the orca's pillar. John pulled off of Dean's member, replacing the smaller shaft with Ethan's thicker, more powerful tool. "So much better," Ethan groaned, his ass clenching around Dean's nose. The human whimpered. "Dean, start using that tongue of yours on my hole. I'll even help you."

With his hands free from his pole, Ethan grabbed on to his rump, spreading it apart and lifting his tail to help expose the tight hole hidden away. Dean gagged on the stench. It wasn't the horrible stench of a bathroom he had feared, but it was no less nauseating for the swim captain. It was comparable to somebody mixing a stale gym bag with the ocean, and leaving the two things to create some sick lovechild made of male pheromones. "Go on, get in there. You know how to use your tongue. You said you'd done this to your conquests, so get to it." Dean hesitated. His fingers clenched into fists, but when he tried to move his arms, they wouldn't budge beneath the pressure binding them to the cushions. "Good catch, John. You deserve a reward."

Dean heard the gusher of fluid, and had little doubt what the reward was. The heavy bulk on Dean's legs twitched and squirmed while the mass sitting on Dean's head convulsed. He felt the cheeks in front of him clench spasmodically, threatening to swallow up more of his face within the flexing rump. Dean shuddered and wept. His tongue flicked out, slurping over the rosebud that had been revealed to him. It tasted as awful as it had smelled to him. His torturer groaned appreciatively. "That's it, now do it like you mean it. Get that tongue right in there." The pressure on Dean's wrists increased.

His tongue slipped inside the hole. The horrible flavour fell away, deadened now that he was on the inside. If this was the consequence of giving in, Dean felt it suited his own interests to start obeying more readily. He shoved his face as far up to the ass pinning him down as he could, tongue rammed up the hole. Howls of pleasure erupted from the beast above as a splash of fluid landed on Dean's arm. "Careful!" somebody shouted, the voice deeply male, but different from that of the man who was sitting on Dean. Was that John then? It sounded like it came from the corner of the room, not from so close by.

"Whatever," said the second voice, heavy footfalls sounding against the floor. "I want my turn now. Let's lift him up so i can get under him." Wet slurps filled the air, the sounds of making out evident to Dean. The darkness lifted, allowing him to finally see the men who were capturing him. His mouth fell open, his breath stuck in his throat. Before he could scream, a hand covered in damp brown fur was covering his lips and nose.

Standing above him, their muzzles together and tongues flicking about, two muscular orcas made passionate love. Over foot long dicks sprayed seed in every direction as the two members frotted. Smaller than the couple, an otter sat on the ground. It was the mustelids hand that kept Dean's mouth clamped. After they jacked one another off, the two cetaceans turned their attention back to Dean. His eyes were wide with the shouts he couldn't utter.

"Hey Dean," said the smaller of the two orcas. "You are going to get exactly what you wanted tonight. Some hot, passionate sex. Don't look so disappointed, you're even going to get it with the person you've been chasing for a week. Why don't you roll over so I can get a look at that ass of yours." Dean shook his head violently. "Not going to comply? Well, you don't really get a choice here. Let's lift him up." John and Ethan did the honors, the pair together easily keeping Dean suspended. Felix lay down on the couch, his rock hard member pointed straight up. "Bring him on down, but be gentle. We don't want to hurt you, Dean. We just want you to get what's coming to you." Pre bubbled to the top of the reclining orca's shaft.

Dean tried to bite. He tried kicking, flailing, and struggling. he couldn't overpower the brawny men who had him in their grasps. Whatever they thought, he didn't think they understood what the idea of hurting somebody meant. It was too big. He didn't want them to put anything up there. His ass rested right on top of the hard cock. The hand covering his mouth removed itself. When he opened up to scream, he choked on the biggest dick he had ever seen in his life. The standing orca moaned with lust. Something hot splashed against Dean's ass, the only lubricant he got before two hands grabbed him by the waist and slammed him down.

It didn't hurt as much as he had thought it might. The pain was intense, the stretching unbearable, but it didn't feel like there was any tearing. After a second of being impaled, it even felt reasonably comfortable, as normal as sitting down, just with a log crammed into his ass at the same time. The two member skewering him throbbed, releasing globs of pre into his throat and bowels. An expert tongue lapped over his cock, and this time he didn't fight the pleasure that emanated from his groin. A heavy perfume of male sexuality blanketed the foursome. Where before he had tried to resist it, had fun the smell disgusting, now it eased him into a greater state of pleasure.

He lost track of the orca's climaxes after the third. Dean hadn't reached an orgasm yet, even as the pleasure consumed his thoughts. Nothing mattered but sex. His belly felt stuffed with semen. He doubted that he would ever be able to taste anything other than orca cum for the rest of his life, and he didn't particularly care at the moment. A brief thought passed through his mind - is this what women got to enjoy when having sex? No wonder they had always come back to him for more, the sensation was the best thing he had ever experienced, even better than slamming his dick into a tight hole. Felix slammed his hips forward, making Dean moan around Ethan's cock. Sandwiched between two pulsing swords, Dean couldn't imagine himself having this much fun with Felicity. This was infinitely better.

Patches of fur sprouted from his groin, turning his dark brown hair a light shade of grey and white. He could see his muscled stomach getting covered in the growth - when had his shirt been removed? -, could watch as it climbed up to his heaving chest that was covered in Ethan's spunk. They had changed positions at some point, Dean wasn't sure when. Ethan was spurting wads over the grey fur while Felix was sitting on Dean's face as the changing male eagerly tongue fucked the dominating orca.

The muscle on Dean's chest and swelled, filling with blood and brawn. He panted, breathing hot air into Felix's hole, the orca squirming with pleasure. John eagerly sucked down the load that Felix released. Dean's biceps curled, flexed, the head of sinew surpassing John's in size, but falling short of being in the same league as Felix. His toes curled, webbing growing between them as the last area of exposed skin disappeared beneath soft hairs. Dean groaned and rolled to the side, exposing his abused butt. A nub had formed at the base of his spine, the bump swelling and lengthening until his tail draped over the floor.

"Looks like we have a new otter to play with, finally," said Ethan, standing up and backing away to admire the newly crafted creature. Felix stood by Ethan's side, the two holding each other around the waist, hands resting on the other's rump. John kneeled on the floor, taking turns lapping at the bouncing balls that hung beneath the over endowed cocks. Dean stared at the three, in awe of the orcas, envious of the otter who was pleasuring them. His member throbbed, extended, and sprayed, granting him the climax he had been dying to experience. As he bucked his hips upwards and moaned, he watched the arc of cum fly over his head. It landed on the wall behind him, staining the the binding of the books on the shelf.

On closer inspection, Dean noticed how nothing in the room had been spared from the wrath of the orgy. Cum stained every surface of the room, dripping down from the ceiling to land in large puddles that coated the floor from wall to wall. The glass table had shattered, shards floating on the surface of pools of semen. The TV screen had cracked, the electric cables hissing softly from the dampness of the spunk. What was left of the ruined dinner he had been prepared looked more appetizing now that it was drowned in juices than it had when it was edible by normal standards. He licked around his muzzle, slurping some of Felix's jizz off.

"If I'd known sex with Dean was going to be this amazing, I would have caved in a long time ago." Felix turned and gave Ethan a lick over the face, clearing off some of the semen that was sticking to the other orca's cheeks. "That was one tight ass, are they all like that? You gotta let me have another go on somebody, Ethan. Turn around, I want to fuck you right now." Felix slipped up behind Ethan, pole at the ready, primed to enter into the hole. Ethan lifted his tail and allowed for the entry, moaning as his partner entered. The pair ground their hips together when Felix had penetrated fully, balls slapping into one another.

"Oh fuck, you're a natural at this, Felix. I want my turn when you're done. Damn if it isn't good to be able to say I love you again." The otter at their feet looked up with pleading eyes. "Sorry, John, but you knew this was going to happen. it makes more sense if we pair off like this, an orca for an orca and an otter for an otter. You'll get Dean, if it's any consolation. Look how much of a stud he turned into."

The trio admired the newest addition. The grey furred otter rolled off the couch, sidling up beside John. Dean slurped at Ethan's exposed shaft, the mustelids fighting for space as they both attempted to service the shaft of their superior. As they wrestled for position, the otters slowly fell moved away from the spewing cock, falling to the floor and rolling over one and another, attempting to get the upper hand. John won when he managed to penetrate Dean, the shrieks of pleasure coming from the bottom clear enough indication that this arrangement was perfectly suitable for the couple.

"So what now, hun?" Felix said, gritting his teeth to try and hold back the inevitable orgasm that rocked his being. Cum spilled out from Ethan's ass as Felix withdrew, cock still hard and yearning for more sex. "You weren't kidding. These things don't seem to ever go soft, it's like I could fuck for months and still not feel satisfied. How did you manage to get into the apartment without being spotted anyway?"

"Had to seduce a few people is how," Ethan chuckled as he prepared for his turn to be top, his much larger member sliding into Felix's crack with little difficulty. "Managed to turn one of the workers at the MacDonald's, twink of an otter to go with one of the delivery guys who was missing out on a partner. It's winter, so it was dark, and that made it easy to get outside. Oh fuck, do that again, that thing where you clench your ass. Fuck, that's amazing, you gotta teach me that one. And your apartment was simple enough, just broke the front door off and walked on in. It's amazing the police aren't here yet."

"They better get here soon, I'm horny as hell. Hope they bring a squad, that would make for one amazing orgy. How much are you releasing there, anyway? You're going to get me bloated if you don't pull out. No, don't pull out, idiot. It feels amazing as it is." They stood moaning together, Ethan's pectorals pressed into Felix's broad back, watching as the otters on the floor kissed before they swiveled into a 69 formation. "Can we do that? Keep changing people? I just wanna shove this pole up people and watch them grow thicker and fur. Watching Dean's change may have been the hottest thing I've seen."

Ethan smiled as he continued to plow his lover, continuing at the same pace he had obtained before his climax. "Don't see why not. We've already got the delivery crew, the shop keepers, and now you two. Doesn't seem like it would be too hard to start luring people in and transforming them. We should try keeping it balanced though. Two orcas for every two otters. Fuck, look at them now, Dean's really gotten into the submissive role, hasn't it?" The grey furred otter had his face once more buried into somebody's ass, John being the lucky recipient of a tongue fucking.

Whatever plot they might have had died away into another round of passionate and lusty sex. The police never arrived. Despite the noise they made in their orgy, nobody disturbed the copulating males. Dean and John took turns getting pounded by the orcas, or licking the cetacean members, or rimming the heavily muscled asses of the bigger males. Felix couldn't get enough of trying out different positions and combinations, experimenting with whatever the male body could have done to it that he had never had the pleasure of enjoying before. He particularly enjoyed sniffing at other people's musk, filling his nostrils with the potent scent that could bring him to climax without touching himself.

They tried on Felix's bed until their combined weight broke the frame and sent them all tumbling to the floor in a heap of muscle and spunk. They pounded each other in the kitchen, stirring their jizz into the leftovers of supper before drinking up the soup with lewd grins. They busted the couch when they tried forming a tower of sex, Dean being topped by John, who was getting boned by Felix, who was fucked by Ethan. No furniture survived the onslaught of the horny creatures.

It was nearly three in the morning when they finally calmed down enough to realize they had to leave the apartment while it was still dark. In the frigid cold of the early winter night, they kept themselves warm and their dicks hard by holding on to one another's member. Ethan explained that the walk back to the storage shed they were currently living in would be a bit of a journey. Felix didn't particularly mind, as long as he they stopped every ten minutes to have some raunchy outdoor sex. He had never been happier in his life. Whatever the future promised, it could only be better than what the past had offered. No more social pressure. No more grades. No more getting hit on by the jocks. Now it was his turn to be on top. And only Ethan would get to be on top of Felix.