Aaron's Present III: I Can't Think of a Witty Title
The poor fox boy, his mind no longer clouded by the smell of feminine heat, bashfully pulled out of Aaron and put his clothes back on. He looked over the love-drunk cat quizzically before writing his number on a piece of scrap paper and stuffing it into the cuntboy's jeans pocket and running out of the room to the class he was already several minutes late to.
Aaron couldn't help but sit with his legs spread and his stretched, puffy lips resting on the table, slowly leaking the fox's seed and his own lubricant down into his taint and onto the desk below him. His eyes were half-lidded and his tongue hung from his smiling maw. Unfortunately for the blissful boy, the fox had left the door to the classroom open, and several passing students gaped at the sight of a used cuntboy in their classroom. One entrepreneurial student started taking pictures with his photography class's camera. With the sound of a shutter closing, the bottomless Aaron suddenly blushed heavily and looked at the cameras in shock.
*click*
he looked down and quickly covered his nudity with both paws and a sheepish grin.
*click*
he jumped up, still covering himself, and picked up his "underwear," but it slipped from his shaking hands and, without thinking, he bent forward to pick them up, exposing his still-dripping pussy and perfect ass to the hallway.
*clickclickclick*
he bolted upright and slid his latex short shorts on, almost crying from the humiliation as the perfect cameltoe outlined itself between his legs.
*click*
He slid his jeans back on, forgetting his now-soaked roll of socks in a puddle on the floor as he escaped through an opposite doorway. The grinning shutterbug walked to the still-wet table and reached downto pick up the wadded-up socks. They squished in his hand and his raging hard-on gave a throb of pleasure as juices soaked his hand and released the unmistakable smell of needy pussy. He stuck them in his backpack and sauntered out of the soiled classroom, whistling nonchalantly.
Aaron rushed for the nearest bathroom and locked himself away in one of the stalls. What was wrong with him? He couldn't control himself! He had practically just raped a kid! But it felt so good...the memory sent a shiver of arousal through his hot, fat loins. Then he remembered the cameraman, and how he managed to be photographed like some porn star after the money shot. He thought about all the porn sites advertising the amazing dickless boy! He would be laughed at in the streets for his new anatomy!
It excited him. He almost moaned in pleasure as the thought of wearing nothing but the latex shorts around town, shocking people as he aroused them. The idea made his pussy clench down on nothing, his walls sliding against each other as he stifled a moan. He shook his head and glanced at his watch. Cory's last class had ten minutes left. He sighed and Left the stall, each step allowing a wet squeak to emanate from his crotch as well as a twitch of arousal from his face.
He sat on the hallway floor, hugging his knees and blushing as the fox seed continued to drip from his fat cunt lips. He tried sitting in other ways, but they all either aroused him or became an obstruction to hall traffic. He ended up sitting with his knees to his chest and the bottom of his pussy flat and spread on the cold tile ground. The latex shorts seemed to be keeping all of the sexual fluids inside, but it was obvious to him and everyone else that he smelled like sex.
Soon enough, the doors opened and bored students shuffled out of the classroom. Aaron peeked in and saw Cory still packing his papers away. Aaron couldn't help but blush and rub his thighs together when he was the otter. He really hoped he'd get tied up again...
But Cory walked through the door and smiled knowingly at Aaron as he passed. Aaron couldn't help but stare at the bulge his friend sported. It seemed much larger than usual. He closed his mouth and quickly followed.
"So, w-what did you do? You know...to me." the snow leopard asked, trying to space the question out so as not to arouse curiosity in anyone they might be passing.
"I think you know what I did. I think you found out a couple times what I did, from the smell of you." the otter replied, not bothering to even be quiet.
"Ssh! I mean...why?"
"well, you've always been a cockslut, so I gave you another hole to stuff one in. Plus, I've always loved cuntboys." He smiled down at the slightly-shorter cat.
"s-shut up!" he couldn't help but blush and look around to find a few students staring at him. "is it permanant?"
"that depends," Cory replied, "if I give you the--antidote, I'll call it. If I give you the 'antidote' within a day, the change is reversed. If not, it is permanant."
Aaron went wide-eyed and grabbed the otter. "where's the antidote?!"
Cory smiled and continued walking. "Sit with me through my next class an we'll take care of this afterward."
Aaron couldn't help but whimper at the idea that it could be permanant.
They arrived in class and sat next to each other in the middle of the room. Over a half hour passed and Cory was significantly closer to the cat. He had his hand on the cuntboy's thigh by the middle of the class. Aaron squirmed in his seat, uncomfortable still with how his pussy rested on the chair. Then Cory squeezed Aaron's thigh. The kitty squeaked a bit and tried pushing the otter's hand away but remained silent as Cory stroked the inside of his thighs. And rubbed his crotch. And slid a hand into his pants so he could feel and pinch and rub that latex-covered cunt. Aaron bit his tongue, closed his legs, and tried his hardest not to make any noise, resigning himself to the unwanted pleasure. Soon, Cory had his hand in the shorts and was swirling his index finger around the cuntboy's clit and making him drip into the latex. He cupped and rubbed the fat labia as he watched the obviously-flustered Aaron try not to make a scene. He slid two of his fingers in and Aaron jumped a bit in his seat. Cory smiled and started rubbing Aaron's walls The professor droned on about something, but to the otter, it wasn't nearly as important or arousing as watching his genderfucked friend squirm around his fingers. Aaron started breathing heavily as the fingers probed him deeply. He didn't want the pleasure, but he had to get back to normal, so he had to cooperate. Not that he had a choice. His new genitals were so needy and sensitive that he could barely control himself. As Cory started rubbing a certain spot, Aaron yelped in surprise and arousal, drawing a few stares from students and the professor. Aaron merely blushed and sank in his chair bashfully. Cory didn't stop the assault on the cat's wet cunt, though. Soon, Aaron was stifling moans and really squirming in his seat. The otter held back though and strung Aaron along until the end of class. The students shuffled out after the professor and a few stared at the couple sitting close together, one grinning and the other with an exasperated but pleasured half-lidded, open-mouth stare. Once everyone had left, Cory started really going at it. He leaned in and nibbled on the cuntboy's neck. That sent the abused boy over the edge and he was soon moaning and squirting femjuices and clenching down around Cory's fingers.
The otter removed his hand and wiped it off on Aaron's shirt.
"I take it you like it when I play with your new pussy, huh?"
Aaron just breathed heavily in his seat.
"I smelled the cum, too. You couldn't even save yourself for me! What a slut." he grinned.
Aaron looked away, still a bit too tired from the orgasm to react properly bashful. The otter gathered up his school supplies and stood before looking down at his mess of a friend.
"Come on, we've got to get home and give you the antidote!"
Aaron finally snapped out of it and stood on wobbling knees before following his friend out the door.