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Blood dripped from his nose. "Fuck," he cursed, as he stuck another needle into the IV line. It was the third bag attached to his arm, and just as many were stuck elsewhere on his body. Laying back, he pressed against his nose to stop the bleeding and dimmed the lights via a control pad in the arm of the medical chair he acquired as surplus. His body began twitching from the all the different chemicals that were flooding into it. After glancing briefly at the heart monitor to his left, he closed his eyes and found himself enjoying the feeling. A cool breeze from the circulated air brushed gently against his fur, helping him drift off to sleep.

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When he awoke, he had a hard time sitting up. Lifting an arm of the chair up, he rolled off onto his feet. He stumbled forwards, unused to the change in balance of his body. After removing all the needles, he made his way over to the sink and washed his face. He turned to a full-height mirror and inspected himself, smiling at what he saw. He now sported a pair of nearly G-cup breasts, wider hips to match, and a swinging set of larger balls underneath a swollen penis. Body modification was his hobby, and with new drugs just coming onto the market, though perhaps not a legal market, he couldn't help but try them out. What marvelous results they had given him, too. Despite his desire to admire himself some more, his stomach was grumbling. It was the beginning of a beautiful four-day weekend and now was a perfect time to show off the results.

Making his way over to his bedroom, he practiced swaying his hips more as he walked. His breasts bounced with each step and he loved the feeling. Opening his closet, he pulled out a nice but casual outfit for the day and got dressed. Some normally loose panties now stretched tight over his swollen members, the feeling of the smooth fabric risking arousal. A black and orange plaid skirt mostly concealed them, ending just below the top of black knee-high boots with plate-straps and thick soles with two-inch tall heels. On top, he wore a black underbust vest over a white v-neck teeshirt that clung tight to his prodigious chest.

He put his phone in one pocket and his wallet in another, and clipped his keys to his belt. He put on a modest pair of sunglasses as he opened the front door, then after locking it behind him, began the short walk to the popular local breakfast restaurant. Each step gave a satisfying jiggle of his body as his boots clomped. He glanced about, but to his disappointment no one was about apart from the occasional car passing by. However, when he arrived at the restaurant he was surprised to see that it was already packed, with a small gathering waiting to be seated. He had assumed most people had slept in. but apparently instead everyone had just left early. Fortunately for him, having come alone, he was able to take advantage of a small bar-like seating area where anyone by themselves could mingle with other lonesome types. In the wee hours of the morning, it was mostly inhabited by police officers, firefighters and truckers, while for the couple of hours before noon it was filled by students from local universities. But in this in-between hour of the day the the majority of customers were families and couples, and so very few sat at the bar.

Just walking up to the bar he was already drawing stares. He winked at one young man who awkwardly fidgeted, presumably trying to avoid his stares being noticed by his parents as well as his target. He sat down, empty seats on both sides of him. An older waitress walked over and handed him a menu with a smile. "Can I get you a drink to start with?"

"Sure, I'll have an orange juice," he said, his voice slightly higher than it was the previous day. "Sure thing sweety." He perused the menu and looked at countless options. As he did so a lithe boy sat beside him. The raccoon was just a hair shorter than he was, and dressed in clothing even more girly than his. He remained quiet, sneaking looks at the tiger while trying to hide his embarrassment. The feline smirked slightly, though avoided giving away his bemusement. Much to his dismay, however, he was quickly flanked by a buff German shepherd, who before even taking the seat to the right, quipped "Find anything good looking on the menu? Perhaps I can offer something better looking off the menu..." While the canine was decent, he preferred those that at least had some tact, and so retorted "I'm looking for a good breakfast, not fast-food." "Bitch," the dog mumbled as he got up. The feline laughed, nearly snorting at the comment. "I'm not your mother."

"You! I oughta..." He threw his hands into the air in frustration and let out an "Argh!" before stomping off, likely returning to a booth in disappointment. The tiger shook his head, resting it in his palm, before returning to the menu. The waitress returned with his drink and set it down and asked, "Ready to order?" "Yeah. I'll have steak and eggs, scrambled, with toast, bacon and hash browns," he replied, folding the menu to give back to her. "Thanks." "You got it," she said, before attending to the raccoon. He glanced over and smiled at the sight of the boy fidgeting as he attempted to hide an erection. Idly taking a sip of his juice, he glanced about the restaurant to see if there was anyone else of interest, but for now it seemed everyone had their heads buried in their meals. So instead he sat there, playing with his straw.

Before long, his food arrived, along with the raccoon's much smaller portion. He began chewing away at the steak and eggs while the boy nibbled at some pancakes, almost intimidated by the barely larger but more imposing tiger, especially at the occasional sight of his teeth. He moved on to his toast and bacon, finishing off the small sides before finally wrapping up with the hash browns, all the while the person next to him watching his throat bulge with each swallow. By now the boy was squirming enough that he could not pretend to not see him any longer. After wiping his mouth, he leaned over and whispered into the available ear, "Enjoying the view?" The raccoon gulped in nervousness. "N-no, I wasn't looking at--" His sentence ended with a whimper as the tiger started to caress his thigh. "What a shame, then. Next time, don't let it go to waste." He winked at the boy and let go, sitting straight up, which just projected his chest more.

Again they sat in silence, until their checks arrived. Before the tiger could pick his up the raccoon snatched it. He looked inquisitively at the boy, who took his wallet out and tossed down the cash for both of them, before hurrying towards the door, albeit slowed by the dress. He hopped off the stool and after quickly recovering from the behemoths in front of him bouncing he ran after the raccoon. He grabbed the other's shoulder and turned him towards him. "Hey, hold on," he said. The boy looked down in embarrassment. "Listen. I didn't mean anything. Look," he said, lifting the raccoon's chin up, "You want to come back to my place? I at least owe you something for paying for breakfast. Maybe we can figure something out?" The boy smiled, and together they walked back towards his apartment.

Once inside the tiger emptied his pockets onto his desk, then went back to the small living room and sat down on the couch. He patted the seat next to him and the raccoon meekly sat next to him, knees held together as he fidgeted with his dress. Leaning a little towards him, he put his hand onto the boy's leg and started rubbing it again. "I'll be honest, I don't really have anything here you'd consider fair trade, and I don't think simply watching TV together is going to cut it. But I think I know what you'd like." Before he was given a response he leaned in and kissed the boy, causing him to slide down and lay on the couch. He began rubbing his swollen member against the erection below him, and as they broke off the kiss the boy realized it wasn't a hand or leg on top of him. He started to panic, but the tiger calmed him. "It's alright, you're the one on top today." He didn't really know what to say, but the tiger dropped a condom on his lap as he got up. Then turning away, undressed in front of him. First he slowly removed his belt, letting the dress drop. Next he unzipped his vest and dropped it to the ground, the t-shirt underneath sliding up from no longer being stretched down. He stretched the panties out enough to get them over the bulge, and they quickly joined the rest of the clothes. Stepping out of them he approached the boy again, rocking his hips and taking off his shirt as he did so.

Kneeling over the raccoon, he removed the boy's dress, then boxers, the erection now no longer restrained growing to full size. It was decently sized, but was quickly hidden between the tiger's breasts. He bucked his hips, the feline licking the tip with each thrust. Before long he was on the edge, dripping precum. The tiger let up, and opened the condom package. He placed it on the thick tip and rolled it down, squeezing when it reached the base. The boy squeaked from pleasure, and looked up to see the tiger laying down, pulling his sac out of the way to expose his hole. His heart now pounding, the raccoon got onto his knees and was embraced by the other's legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He aimed the head at the opening, and slowly pushed against it. It quickly opened up, but remained tight around him. He worked up to a rhythm, slowly pulling out just before the head, then pushing back in quicker. Leaning forward, he massaged the massive breasts in front of him, suckling at one of the swollen nipples. The tiger purred, his own erection growing, though much slower due to its size. His sac bounced between his shaft and the stomach of the boy each time he thrust in. Soon the erection began pushing against his chest, interfering with his attempts to bury his face between those mounds. But the tiger pulled tighter with his legs and pulled him down with his arms The boy however was near climax, and with hands full of breasts and nipples, he payed no attention to the rest of feline's body. He changed to shorter, faster strokes, working the base of his penis in the tight bottom, and a handful of seconds later he orgasmed, his seed pouring out, caught by the condom.

He collapsed into the embrace of the tiger, and together they lay there, tired despite how early the day was, and drifted off into a haze together to the sounds of sun showers.

Webster Leone, October 2010