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"Dude, put that fucking jockstrap down," Larry said as he whipped his friend's ass with a towel. Denney didn't listen though as he threatened his friend by pushing the jockstrap even closer to him. "I swear man, if you touch me with that thing I'll fucking kill you," Larry threated as he brandished his makeshift whip.

"Come on scared of a little jockstrap?" Denney asked with a grin. "Just give it a little sniff dude, feel manly for once." Larry just glared at him as he fiddled with his towel around his crotch. "So how did wrestling practice go anyways, dude?"

Larry shrugged as he unlocked his locker he had never felt that comfortable talking about wrestling practice as everyone tried to turn it into some gay innuendo, and even though Larry was fine with gay people he was by no means gay, and oftentimes whenever somebody accused him of being so they found themselves being crushed into submission by him. "It was okay," he muttered a little late as he pulled on his clothes.

Rolling his eyes Denney pulled on his own clothes. "Well football being a real man's sport was great, and the coach didn't even make us do laps today," he exclaimed triumphantly.

"Congrats, you don't have to run circles around a field where you throw balls at other men who want to catch it. Now tell me how gay your sport sounds," Larry said cynically as he slipped on his shoes.

Denney glowered at his friend as he stretched letting off some still lingering BO from his clothes. "You're just jealous that more people attend the football games then the stupid wrestling matches."

That earned him a very dangerous glare, and if not for the fact that Larry had just gotten off of practice he would've likely pinned Denney to the floor and pounded his face for a while. Taking a deep whiff of the air Larry grimaced as he wafted the air in front of his face. "Denney, you have to wash those clothes. They smell like BO."

"That's what draws the ladies though," Denney said as he mocked kissing his muscles.

"No, Denney. That's what makes the girls ask for gas masks and evacuate the dance floor," Larry said as he grabbed a can of body spray and sprayed Denney with it all over. After a bout of coughing from the football player Larry took a deep whiff with satisfying results. "Much better, now you'd better go and get your homework done. You know that your coach will have your ass if you don't do it."

"Yeah, yeah..." Denney grumbled as he walked towards the gym door. "Oh, and the wrestling coach told me that it's your turn to pick up the mats."

"Now you tell me?!" Larry roared as his friend ran out laughing. "God damn it, Larry! You go to college yet you act like a fucking three year old!" Larry smacked his hand hard against the wood of the bench wincing as he stood to go into the wrestling area. He had noticed that the gym areas were smelling oddly bad today, and walking into the wrestling room seemed to intensify the smell. "What the hell?" he asked as an awful whiff of pure stench hit his nose nearly causing him to lose his lunch.

An odd green gas seemed to float through the air, and even though Larry felt as if he should be running away he stepped towards the middle of the room in the hopes that he might find the source of the gas. The smell was so bad that he felt his stomach rumbling dangerously as he breathed in the noxious gas, and after stepping right into the middle of the room Larry had to bend over ready to gag when he saw someone's feet in front of him. "Ready for our match?" the owner of the feet asked.

"M... match?" Larry said through pained breathes as he paced his breathing in a desperate attempt not to throw up.

"Yeah," the voice taunted. "We're going to be wrestling to see if you join my team. Don't you remember, Larry?" Whoever this person was, Larry knew he would have to lay some serious pain on his ass.

"What the hell are you talking abou... what?" Larry's voice had trailed off as he saw an impossible sight. In tight spandex was a muscular skunk with a confident grin on his face and a sizable bulge on his crotch. "What... the hell?"

The skunk man snickered as he groped himself through his wrestling outfit. "I'm Freur and I'm here to bring a bit more aroma to the college's sports team. I thought that the wrestling team would be the best place to start, and why not start with the most problematic of the bunch?" His voice had a touch of a French accent, and his body erupted an aroma that made Larry incapable of breathing.

"What kind of sick joke is this?" Larry gasped as he prevented a wave of bile from escaping his throat.

"This is no sick joke," Freur chuckled. "I was once a silly human just like yourself, but after a trip to France where a handsome skunk fought me I found myself becoming an equally handsome skunk with an enlightened mind."

From the size of the engorged bulge that Freur sported, and the way he said handsome Larry had the foreboding feeling that this skunk had an inclination towards men. Larry had never liked gays, and whenever any crossed his path oftentimes they ended up being thrown aside. This one would be exception for Larry, and even though he could barely breathe without taking whiffs of the repugnant smell Larry prepared himself for a wrestling match. "Well if you want to wrestle..." he squared his shoulders as he spoke, "let's wrestle!"

Freur chuckled as he squared his own shoulders and got into position to wrestle, and what was more was the way he positioned his ass up suggestively even raising his tail in the process. "Let's go pretty boy," Fruer joked as Larry rushed him with a quick takedown in mind. It was nowhere near as quick as Larry had imagined as when he smashed into Fruer's body he found himself facing a surprisingly buff figure. His muscles were like steel to Larry, and as the human tried to grasp at something to pull him down he found himself incapable of even budging him.

The skunk just stood there as Larry pulled and tugged in a near desperate attempt to even push him over, but as the human started to tire he realized that he had dived in way over his head. "Done, Larry?" Fruer asked in a mocking tone. "Yes? Alright then I guess it's my turn." Larry's eyes widened in shock as he felt the skunk's arm suddenly shoot out underneath him and flipped him hard onto his back. He gasped for air, but much to his shock he found the skunk's ass in his face just as he was taking in air and a large explosion of green filled his eyes and mouth.

The sheer and utter disgust was overwhelming to Larry as he wanted to throw up his entire stomach and lungs from the taste and smell of the skunk's spray, but he couldn't as he found that his body had become paralyzed from the effects. He couldn't move whatsoever, but Fruer could and he used that fact in full pride. After doing a strip show for the human which comprised of a lot of grinding against Larry's crotch and teasingly tugging off his singlet the skunk revealed that he was wearing a shockingly tight thong that barely contained his massive manhood.

Being straight Larry was very confident in his sexuality, and he had never been afraid of having an awkward arousal around another man, so when his cock started to get hard in the presence of the near nude skunk man he was disgusted to say the least. Freud's paw lingered on the edge of his thong threatening to pull it down to reveal his massive throbbing cock. "You want to see this, no?"

Larry laughed inside his mind as he thought he would never under any circumstance purposely look at another man's cock, but it appeared that his body had become a traitor. "Yeah..." his mouth said as his hand moved down towards his shorts. The idea that his body was rebelling against his natural instincts horrified Larry.

The skunk man laughed as he stroked his junk, and Larry was appalled as his hand started to pull down his shorts to reveal his boxers below. "You really want to see this show of sheer man?" Freud taunted as he eyed Larry's growing cock.

"Oh God yes..." Larry's body said as the real Larry inside shouted for all that he was worth that he wanted to see no such thing.

"Once I show my full self then you'll have to join my team. Do you really want that?" Freud asked with a growing grin as he could barely contain his excitement.

Larry pleaded with his body to reject the offer, but even as he thought it something was happening in his mind making him extremely interested in the idea against his better judgment. "Hell yeah," Larry said as he pulled out his own meat starting to stroke it oblivious to the fact that his cock was darkening and growing longer.

Freud slipped out his massive meat from the tight thong, and within Larry an cord was struck and the mental version of the human groaned as he found himself being assaulted by sudden gay thoughts. "Th... this isn't me," he pleaded to himself as the outward version of him whistled. "Look at that hunk of flesh..." he growled in arousal. His fingernails had started to grow out with a darkening hue from his now fur covered hand.

Looking at that human Freud completely pulled off the thong revealing his enormous cock and round ass. "Like what you see, Laurence?"

"Of course, Freud," Larry said and even as he answered the mental version questioned who Laurence was, but it was a bit late for that as he remembered that he was Laurence. The human had been well built from wrestling already, but with the new corruption his abs had started to define even more with silky black fur spreading over his skin akin to Freud's own. An idea came to Laurence that on the inside he knew was an awful idea, but for the maliable outside he felt a compulsion to ask. "Do you want to wrestle again?" he asked posing his body in a seductive pose.

Freud had been expecting the question as his cock throbbed with need at the idea. "That sounds good to me, but there needs to be some stakes to make it fun..."

Once again a "brilliant" idea came to Laurence, and even as the inner psyche pleaded for it not to be said the outward didn't care. "The loser has to receive," he said with a grin.

"That's perfect," Freud said as he once again got into a wrestling position. Laurence also took on the pose, and though before he had been in the normal position he was now mimicking Freud's more sexual position. Laurence's ass felt tenderer for some reason now as if it were waiting for something to pound against it, and even as he thought about it the idea of being on the receiving end sounded amazing. The inner Laurence was losing more and more ground, and Freud's body was becoming more and more attractive as the pair stood off.

His body forming to a hunkier and more furred version of itself, Laurence felt compelled to lose the match even before they began, and though he felt a certain amount of pride in winning the inner psyche felt himself giving in to the corruptive thoughts. "Let's just lose... Freud's too sexy to lose the chance not to get fucked..." Laurence nodded with an excited grin as his face started to grow out into a muzzle perfect for having a cock inserted into.

As the match started it was obvious that Laurence wasn't even putting up a fight, but Freud was trying to flesh out the match as the naked men felt each other up. Laurence moaned as his now black cock rubbed against Freud's, and his scent glands were starting to open up letting out a noxious smell that only served to arouse him more as the disgusting scent became beautiful to him. It was more of a dance than a wrestling match as they felt each other up, and Laurence let out an aroused moan of pleasure as Freud fingered his asshole.

Laurence's cock had already far outgrown a regular human's, and had reached Freud's length when the skunk decided it was time to set the new member for his first ass fucking. The black stripe down his back seemed to glow with a purity that didn't quite match up with Freud's slightly more yellow streak. That was about to change though as Freud shoved Laurence to the floor with no effort at all, and even though they had yet to get into intercourse a large fountain of spunk flew out of his dick and onto Laurence's white fur allowing it to soak in getting rid of the white purity and corrupting it with a yellowed color. "Now time for your cherry..." he chuckled before implanting himself into Laurence's rectum.

The inner psyche found itself being destroyed by the effects of Freud's gas, but when Laurence was pierced it was all over for the last human bit of Laurence. Loud moans of pleasure and pain escaped the new skunk's mouth as he felt his anus get stretched beyond what it should've been. "God, yes!" he shouted with a new French accent that made Freud feel even raunchier as he grinded up against the new skunk's ass.

Laurence knew that he was part of Freud's team now, and even more was that the team wasn't just wrestling but every other team as well. The football team's fine asses, the wrestling team's toned bodies... it would all be for the taking now that he was part of Freud's team. The newest skunk screamed in ecstasy as he orgasmed all over the floor allowing his cum to shift from a pearly white to a corrupted yellow, and he couldn't be happier as Freud struck his prostate several times before cumming inside of his ass.

"C'était incroyable," Laurence moaned in French now finding himself incredibly fluent despite never knowing it before.

"Oui," Freud said as he nibbled on Laurence's neck. "Now I thought I saw you talking with a sexy stud back in the locker room..."

"Yeah, he's a part of the football team," Laurence giggled as he grinded against Freud's still hard cock. An idea came to his mind as the pair laid there in their afterglow, and a mischievous grin spread across Laurence's face. "Freud... the football team leaves their jockstraps in their lockers until the end of the week..."

"Oh do they now?" Freud asked with an equally evil grin, and tugged out with little effort of the other skunk's loose hole. "Well then... I think we'd best wash their straps down with a little juice..."

***

Denney scratched at his crotch as he along with the rest of the football team ran out for practice, and even though the coach of the team had been detained by a date with his girlfriend the captain wasn't going to let them slack. "Alright, guys! Let's get practicing, now I want you all to..." his words trailed off as he gazed off into the distance with an oddly blank stare and his hand started to grope at his crotch.

"Yo captain, it isn't time to be fanaticizing about your girl," one of Denney's buddies joked and the others laughed. The captain slowly turned his gaze back to them and a smirk appeared on his face, and though it didn't appear any different than usual it still sent odd shivers down Denney's back.

"Actually everyone, I want you all to go back to the locker room." The players looked at him confusion and voiced it as well, but the captain just shook his head with that still confident smirk on his face. "One of you smells like you need a shower, and if there's one thing I can't stand it's a dirty team. Isn't that right, Dwayne?" he asked his co-captain who had taken on that same dazed look before the captain smacked his ass. Dwayne blinked twice before that same eerie smile settled on his face and he nodded.

"Yeah Shaun, now all of you get in the showers!" he barked, and the players all glanced at one another in confusion before running back to the locker room.

Denney was as confused as the rest, but they didn't disobey their captain's orders. As they ran in they all started to strip down to get ready to take their showers, but as they reached their jockstraps many of them wouldn't take the straps off. Denney's crotch felt really weird as he neared the locker room, and though he couldn't tell what was wrong it felt as if his mind were getting hazy. Walking into the locker room he saw that all of the other players were all sitting on the benches in nothing but their jocks, and they were all groping themselves.

Feeling repulsed Denney wanted to leave, but his body took control and he walked over to the last spot on the benches and sat down before pulling off his clothes to his jock. Now that they were all in close vicinity, Denney was able to smell the combined odor of cum. The smell was disgusting to all of them, but none of them could leave or stop groping themselves as the captain and co-captain walked in they in turn then sat down on a bench opposite Denney and stripped as well. Denney wanted to ask what was happening, but his body wouldn't respond though he did notice with a growing sense of horror that in his hand he could feel his cock growing bigger and bigger.

The door swung open once more, and this time two large skunk men walked in with grins as a cloud of odorous spray came in behind them. "Well, Laurence..." the lead one said as he looked over the room of masturbating jocks, "I do believe it's time for the real captains to take these players and make them better..."

Laurence chuckled as he rubbed his massive rod of meat, "I believe you're right, sir. Let's teach these bitches what real sportsmen are like!"

***

The football team left in their new team outfits of tight fitting thongs, and matching boyfriends with giant erections. Freud grinned at Laurence before kissing the other man on his lips with a long and exaggerated motion. "Now this is a team, but until we have all of the men in this college under our control we don't have a full team yet."

Laurence winked at his new boyfriend, "I know where the water pump is for the swim team..."

Freud laughed as he felt proud of the handsome skunk. "Show the way..."