Free Samples Part II
Disclaimers and stuff: If you aren't legal, get out, if you don't like anything involving transformation, messy homosexual stuff, don't tell me, etc...
All characters belong to me, and all errors are all my sister's fault, the jerk. Just kidding.
Yay for part II! I have to feeling that some of this is rushed, partially because I spent about five minutes writing, did something else, wrote for five minutes, did something else, etc, so I'd appreciate any (positive) feedback.
Thanks for reading!
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The blue and green pills sat on the counter, teasing me to no end. Greg was out for the weekend doing something at his parent's house, and he would be a day or two, he told me. I was safe to do as I pleased with these pills with Greg out of the house. And yet, I was hesitating. It was a slow and painful two weeks since our little bonding session, but now that I could actually take one, I was still slightly apprehensive towards the action of transforming again.
I did some research on the pills, and found varied results deep within the forums of the internet. No compounds or chemicals were listed anywhere, and the results varied so much that it was hard to tell exactly what each one did. Some speculated that it reacted with your individual DNA, but there wasn't any actual basis on this claim other than personal experience.
I did receive some good tips, though. The color wasn't an indication of what actually happened, that was certain. But, if I took some ibuprofen, it should supposedly help with the pain. Also, alcohol helped as well, but it could have some nasty consequences when you were finished transforming as different species have different reactions to alcohol, so that was out of the question. It was also a good idea to heed the warning about taking the pill an empty stomach as you were most likely to vomit all over the place due to pain. My stomach rumbled as I stared the pills down reminding me of their emptiness.
This was very similar to the night two weeks ago where I underwent that painfully amazing transformation. However, it was now nine in the morning rather than nine at night. I actually wanted to do something with my new body, whatever it may be.I had already taken the ibuprofen, so life should be good for me to do as I please.
All I had to worry about is turning into something...unpleasant.
Come to think of it, I don't know what would be unpleasant. Maybe if I turned into a jellyfish or something; that'd be on the low side. But, there was only one way to find out, and that was to take the damn pill.
I finally swallowed the blue pill, having chosen it through whichever one I grabbed first . It fell to the bottom of my stomach, just as the red one did, and sat there. I felt a whiff of bile come up through my stomach, making me slightly nauseated. I headed towards my bathroom, and began to strip of my clothing anticipating destruction if I left them on. My own pale body stood before me, and it would hopefully be the last time I saw it for a while. My face grew flush as the feeling in my stomach tightened. I was beginning to feel light headed, which was a good sign, for what it's worth.
My stomach cramped. I braced myself against the counter as my vision blurred. My body temperature rose and I began to sweat. My breathing grew more and more labored as time went by, and my heartbeat was unusually loud in my ear. My arms began to twitch slightly as my stomach slowly churned, allowing whatever was in the pill to circulate through my body, making changes as it went.
Hairs began to stand on end as a shiver went down my spine. This was new; I expected to be doubled over in pain by now, but this pill seemed to be going the more feverish route than dying of arsenic route, not that I'm complaining (not that I've had arsenic poisoning either). However, my body temperature was still fluctuating between feverishly hot to hypothermic cold, and it was starting to worry me. Either way, I was still sweating like mad, and my vision was still out of focus. I had to constantly close my eyes so that I wouldn't get terribly dizzy and fall over.
My stomach lurched again, and my knees started to shake. I felt a familiar pinprick sensation along my arms and legs. As it slowly intensified, my arms started to itch. I lightly scratched myself, but I stopped after a bit, because I didn't want to cut myself again if this transformation was going to be like the last one.
My arm hair looked lighter in my reflection, but I couldn't tell if it was the light, or my vision getting blurry. I was still somewhat dizzy, but still upright. The pinprick sensation intensified, and I saw a light orange dusting of fur slowly cover my arms. I racked my brain for what species it could be as orange was not a common color, but all I could think of was a fox of some sort-
A tiger.
I opened my eyes to find patches of black turn into stripes across my orange canvas of an arm. I laughed a bit at the idea of looking like Tony the Tiger before cringing again. A huge clap of pain struck deep within my head. I grabbed my temples, feeling the encroaching fur slowly cover it. I felt my ears shift as they rounded out, slowly coming to the top of my head. My mouth and nose formed a muzzle again, but it wasn't as long of my Doberman muzzle, which I was thankful for, as that was seriously the most uncomfortably painful thing I had experienced. I felt long thread-like hairs poke out of the side of face. Looking up again, and trying not to act completely surprised my half-transformed body, I found that I had whiskers. They twitched as I felt around my short muzzle, dancing along my fingertips.
"Ow!" I cried as I poked myself in the side of my cheek with my nail.
At least, I thought it was my nail. I looked at my hands to find that they had turned into paws again, pads lining my palms and retractable claws included. I was slightly bewildered by these claws. I extracted and retracted them several times before glancing down at my body to see how the rest was coming along.
My stomach was white, but the rest of my body was a bright orange, decorated with black stripes. I felt a familiar pressure on my tailbone. Bracing myself for the unsettling sensation of a forming tail, I grabbed the counter. I grunted as it throbbed once, twice, and then -pop- I watched with awe and disgust as the thick tail spurted out from the base of my spine. It was...slightly sickening to watch for some reason, almost like a boil exploding on someone's skin. It didn't necessarily hurt, but it was still unsettling.
I looked over my body, making sure everything was in order. Claws and paws: check. Orange fur: check. Tail: check. Cock and balls: ...I frowned as I still retained my human cock and balls. Granted, my balls were now covered in fuzzy white fur, but they hadn't changed in size or shape. Well, they were the last thing to change last time, so maybe I'd have to-
"FUCK!" I yelled as my stomach cramped again, almost seemingly twisting into a giant knot. It was the most painful contraction yet, and I keeled over from the overwhelming sensation. My breathing became labored as I began to sweat profusely again. The feverish body temperature came back, worse than before. My vision was so blurry, I couldn't see straight. My heart accelerated as it pounded in my ears. I grunted as my entire body seemed to go into some sort of seizure. 'Here's the poisoned one,' I told myself. The pain only increased as my body cramped and seized, and it all became too much for me to bear as I passed out on the cold tile floor.
I groggily opened my eyes, groaning. My head was still pounding, but I didn't feel hot anymore. I turned onto my back. Something felt...off. My body was very sluggish and sore, almost as if I had gone to the gym and worked out every single muscle in my body. I rubbed my face with my paws. As my vision finally started to focus, something large caught my eye. I gasped in shock.
My arms were fucking huge! I glanced down towards me feet. Huge mounds of muscle blocked my view, but I could barely see my toes over the curve of my now massive pectoral muscles. I sat up slowly, using the counter as a brace and gasped.
I was a fucking huge tiger.
I grabbed the counter again and pulled myself up, looking at the mirror when it came into view. Huge traps framed my neck, leading down to my cannonball size shoulders. My chest was made of slabs of round and thick muscles that fought for space in the center, creating a deep groove that ran from my thick neck to my abdomen.
Biceps the size of melons framed by the two bulging outer heads of my triceps.
Forearms corded with thick muscle strands that flared with every single twitch my arm made.
A perfect set of abdominal muscles, all eight molded to perfection flanked by thick obliques.
Holy shit, I was a living wet dream.
I continued to gaze at my reflection. I was bulky, hunky, beefy, whatever adjective you wanted to use. I wasn't nearly as defined as Greg, but god damn I was hot. I mean, shit. I would love to have Greg's definition as well, but this hulking mass of muscle? Fuck yeah, I'll take it.
I glanced at my legs. Thick quads spread my legs apart. They bulged obscenely, all the muscles but the sartorius were present. They felt heavy as I flexed them, testing their might. l pushed my heels up, feeling my now massive calves flex. They widened a considerable amount, creating a decent sized fissure in between them. I relaxed and gazed at myself again.
I didn't realize this, and I probably should have when I stood up, but I had grown in height as well. I was now standing at a good six feet, and probably gained a good sixty or seventy pounds of muscle, putting me at 190 to 200 pounds. I resembled a power lifter, full of brute strength and power. The added height was a little disorienting, but the additional weight seemed to counter balance it in a weird way. I moved around a bit, trying to reset my spatial awareness and find my center of balance. I quickly adapted to my new size, but I was still somewhat clumsy. Walking around corners was going to be fun.
But what the hell.
I did what anyone else would do in this situation: I flexed. I brought my arms up and squeezed, flexing my melon sized biceps. They swelled and thick veins rose to the surface. The hardened muscle felt so good under my skin, and I couldn't resist touching myself, rubbing my paw over the peak. I flexed my chest, and felt those juicy pecs. They didn't give in the slightest, which made me that much more ecstatic. I could barely see the individual muscle fibers underneath my skin, twitching as I flexed once more.
I crunched my abs next. I twisted around, observing the various muscles move every which way in order for me to perform those movements. I fan my fingers through my abs feeling the hardened lumps on muscle. I giggled like a school child. This really was fucking amazing.
I turned around so I could see my back. My lats flared out wide, and all of the overlaying muscles could be seen when I brought my elbows back. My rhomboids fought for space in the center of back, leading down towards my spinal erectors, the two columns of muscle the framed my spine. I also had an ass to die for. I mean, yes, it was a bubble butt and all, but when I flexed and those masses hardened...I shuddered. Those were going to be spectacular for fucking.
I felt a sudden ping of arousal. After all the attention I was giving my body, how could I forget the most important part? I glanced down towards my crotch, my chin actually resting on my pecs. I actually noticed my balls first. Two golf ball sized orbs sat heavily in my sac. They were covered in white fur, and were surprisingly close to my body considering their size. My sheath was nice and plump as well; the tip of my barbed cock was poking out of the fuzzy tube. I grabbed my balls, marveling at their weight, and slowly brought myself to erection. Pink flesh practically spilled out of my sheath as I played with myself. Blood filled the sponge-like tissue rapidly, completely engorging my new shaft.
Twelve inches of pink flesh rose out of my groin. It was almost seven inches thick, and drizzled with thick throbbing veins. The barbs that lined the tip were blunt and flexible, giving a sort of textured pleasure to whomever I mated with. I played with a few of the barbs to see how they felt, sparking bits of pleasure through my body. I hissed a bit as my balls churned, suggesting that I go fuck someone. But, as much as I wanted to play with my new body right now, I had time for that later. I had all night to do as I pleased.
My cock deflated after sometime, packing away in my sheath. I had to distract myself, yes, but it was possible. I walked to Greg's room, still trying to make sure I was able to move normally. I had to be careful with my tail, as it would accidently hit some stuff, knocking them to the floor. I ran into his door frame as well, but beyond that, I actually did alright. I had slight vertigo if I looked down too fast, but I was hardly concerned about that.
My biggest worry was clothes. Nothing of mine would fit, so that's why I was headed to Greg's room. He was bound to have a few large shirts and pants hanging around. I rummaged through his drawers, actually trying not to make a mess of things. I found his tank tops, but I didn't think I could pull that off. He had many shirts with prints, but I didn't want those either. Finally, I found what I was looking for: a large solid black t-shirt. I put it on to find that it was kind of snug, but it would work. Looking through the lower drawers, I found some athletic shorts as well. I went to my room to put on my only pair of boxers. They were also somewhat snug, but at least I was able to move without much obstruction. I put on the athletic shorts and found that my bulge was definitely on display. But for where I was planning on going, that was alright with most people.
I grabbed my keys, wallet, and phone and headed outside to my car. I was headed to the gym today, no question about it. I made up my mind to see how strong these muscles were, and of course, to show them off in a public place where it is socially acceptable to do so.
The drive was...uncomfortable. My tiny car seemed even tinier, considering I had to move the seat all the way back, and I still felt cramped. My spatial awareness wasn't set yet, and so it was even worse while driving. In hindsight, this was a terribly dangerous idea, and I would have been screwed if I got pulled over by a cop.
But, I made it without killing anyone.
I already had a gym membership here since Greg insisted that we work out together (though we hardly ever did), but I wasn't planning on using that to get in. Instead, each new comer had a free week with access to everything as a trial. They made a card like room cards at hotels so that they could keep track of what you did there. Included were three free massage sessions, three protein shakes, and five hours of personal training. It was quite a deal, and their quality ensured that you'd continue to go, unless you're really lazy like I am.
I walked through the door. A large beefy black bear greeted me at the front desk.
"Welcome to Jack's Gym! I'm Jack, the owner," He outstretched his massive paw to shake mine. "You must be new here. Are you inquiring about our services, or are you going to start a membership trial?" he asked in his Russian bass voice.
"Uh, let's start the trial. One of my friends works out here sometimes, and he recommended this place."
"Perfect! Well, here's your trial card. You get a total of seven days free in the gym. It doesn't have to be consecutive, but it will expire after two weeks. Along with it, you get three massage sessions, and three shakes from the bar. Towels for workouts and showers are free, and if you would like, you get five one hour sessions with one of our personal trainers. Any other questions or inquiries?"
"Who is on personal training staff?" I figured some guidance would make sure I didn't look like a complete fool; I could pass off as someone who hadn't been at the gym for a while with my lack of definition.
"Well, we have only one here today. I'll go get him real quick, and then you can see what we can do for you." Jack ran off towards a back hallway, allowing me to revisit the sight of this place.
Jack's Gym was pretty modern looking. The front of the lobby was all glass, and the walls were made of a black metal of some sort. Supposedly it helps with insulation, but I don't think it mattered too much. A hallway leading straight back led to the showers and massage rooms, where a hallway to my right led to the main gym. The gym itself was two stories; the first floor had all the weight machines, and the second consisted of mostly cardio equipment and courts for racquetball or squash. A track ran around the second floor, which was kind of cool in my opinion. There were open floors between the track and the cardio area so you could see the first floor and spy on people if you're into that sort of thing.
"Hey, heard you're looking for a trainer today!" An enthusiastic voice greeted me. I looked up. A broad tall lion was headed my way. He was maybe an inch or two taller than me, but I probably out weighted him by a good twenty pounds. However, he was definitely more defined than I was. We shared a similar physique, but you could easily see every single muscle on his body, where my definition was a little blurry. He was wearing a tank-top, showing off his shredded arms. Thick cuts of muscle were on display, and even the connective tissue was clear to see. Thick cords of muscle lined his forearms, and numerous veins laced those cords, twining in and out of the cords. Meaty triceps flanked his arms, and the striations of the long head were clearly seen. A single thick vein split his bicep in half before leading to the network of smaller veins beneath it.
He stuck his paw out just as Jack had done earlier. I shook it, and was impressed the strong grip he had. Looking at the rest of him, it was easy to see the profound canyon in between his pecs. His nipples were pretty close to the bottom, and they looked moderately sized. His abs were hardly hidden; they looked like pebbles against the slight strain of his tank-top. Though the bulk of his arms didn't give much of a view, thick lats flared outwards, further stretching his clothes. I looked his face after he got within arm's reach. Bold green eyes flashed at me, radiating energy and enthusiasm. His mane was a darker brown than the rest of his fur, and it was short and almost looked to be buzzed, which was quite an interesting combination in my opinion.
"Pleased to meet you. My name's..." Shit. I hadn't thought this out yet. "Lyon," I said the first thing that came to my mind, and with the sexy lion in front of me, that's all I could think of.
"Name's Leo," he said.
"You're shitting me," I immediately said. Of all the lame things...He laughed.
"You got me. It's always funny to see that reaction. Name's Kyle. Leonardo is my middle name, but you can only call me that if you're my mother and you're super angry at me," he smiled. He seemed like a decently level headed guy. "Now, what can I help you with? Jack told me that this is your first day here, and you don't look like you need any help."
"Well, I've been out of the gym for a while, and I just want to make sure my form is correct and stuff, you know?" I responded, rubbing the back of my neck.
"Sure, I can work with that! Anything particular you had in mind?"
"Not really."
"That's fine. We will hit the three major exercises today, then. To the bench press!"
Kyle practically paraded me through the lobby and to the weights portion of the gym. I took a quick look around. There were a couple of large guys here as expected, but there were some girls, too. Most of them were doing lighter weights for tone, but one rabbit was on the leg press pressing a good 675 pounds. What a monster...
I continued to browse, but no one was really notable. I returned my gaze to Kyle, following him to the back of the room. His hips swayed as he walked, glutes flexing and relaxing as his legs moved. His calves had a major split down the middle, veins drizzling between the two muscles.
"I got one more set Kyle," a very familiar voice said as we drew near. I snapped out of my daydream of fucking Kyle in the ass, and glanced on the bench.
Greg was there. Of course, Greg would be at the gym when he was supposed to be at his parents. Greg was lying flat on his back, paws on the bar. 225 pounds were loaded on the bar, and with a deep inhale and push, he slowly lowered the weight down towards his chest. His pecs quivered as he took a painstakingly long time to lower. He was sweating a lot by the exertion alone. He held the weight still for about ten seconds when it reached a spot about half a foot above his chest. With a great heave, he pushed up. His pecs flexed greatly as he pushed, taking the same amount of time as he did on the descent. When the weight reached the apex of his arm's reach, he held it there again for ten seconds, before continuing onwards with his next rep. Again and again, this slow lift continued. His arms were shaking by the sixth rep, but he gritted his teeth and finished the rep before letting the weigh clang back on the rack.
"Nicely done!" Kyle complimented him. I was pretty impressed, too. I knew Greg could do almost one hundred pounds more, but I also knew that slow sets were painfully difficult.
"Yeah, I'll feel that one tomorrow. Who's your buddy?" Greg asked, pointing at me.
"This is Lyon, today is his first trial day. Lyon, this is Greg, one of my former clients. I kind of use him as a poster child sometimes," Kyle introduced us. We shook paws. Greg took a large inhale and frowned slightly.
"You smell familiar. Have we met?" he asked, thinking about where we could have possibly seen each other.
"N-No, Nah, we couldn't have. I would have noticed a short buff otter as yourself," I lied, trying to get him to not think about it. I didn't think he could get my human scent off of this cat, shit...
"Yeah, I would have recognized a big ass cat. Well, I'll see you around!" Greg grabbed his towel and walked off.
That could have been...awkward.
"Here, we will start you with a warm up set of fifty pounds on the bench. It'll be easy, but it's a small enough resistance to see how you're doing balance wise," Kyle explained, removing the four plates Greg had on the bar, and placing two 25 pound plates on the bar. I laid down on the bench as Greg had, and placed my paws on the bar. I had done a couple of workouts with Greg, so I knew what I was doing...kind of.
I pushed the bar upwards, and to my delight, it was far easier than I thought it was. I lowered it until it was about three inches from my chest and pushed up. I easily pumped out fifteen reps before placing the bar back on the rack with minimal strain and effort.
"Nice form. Now, I can tell you've been out since your right side doesn't push as hard as the left side. You would need to work on stabilization a bit for maintenance purposes. Now let's try 90 pounds on the bar..."
Forty minutes later, I had worked up a nice sweat. I also found that I could lift almost 300 pounds in this body, but as Kyle said, my stabilizing muscles weren't up to par with that weight. After the bench press, we moved on to deadlifts. I had never done these, but Kyle reviewed the form for me. The mix grip took a little getting used to, and Kyle kept reminding me to stick out my ass more. He demonstrated for me, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of his bubble butt. He may have noticed me staring, but he didn't say anything; at least, not yet. I dared not to look at his crotch as I was afraid of getting an erection, and he would surely notice my...distraction.
Last on the big three exercises was squats. Even as a human, squats were my favorite. I had decently strong legs, so this should be pretty easy. We warmed up with 90 pounds on the bar, which was fairly easy for my new form. I felt a small stretch in my ass, and I just assumed it was the muscle working. However, as we went on to 225 on the bar, it became less and less of a stretch and more of a pain in my ass, literally.
"You alright?" Kyle asked as placed the bar on the rack with a significant grunt.
"My butt hurts more than usual," I said, rubbing the top part of my right glute for emphasis.
"Hmm...it could be a knot. We'd have to get that out sooner or later. Fortunately, that was the last set. You want to deal with it now?" Kyle suggested.
"Sure. Who's the massage therapist on duty?"
"You're looking at 'em." Kyle bowed.
Well, damn. This wasn't an opportunity I'd pass up. To have his paws on my ass...I shook my head.
"Yeah, that'd be great!"
"Alright follow me!" He paraded me around the gym until we found ourselves back in the lobby.
"Alright, I'll be in the second room on the left. Changing rooms are in the back. Here's your towel," he handed me a large fluffy white towel from behind the main desk.
"Just a towel?" I raised my eyebrow.
"Yeah, it'll make things easier for me to work with. Don't worry, I won't peek," he said with a wink. Something told me that he was lying, but I decided to go with it.
I walked into the changing room. Several lockers lined the wall, and I could hear showers running in the distance. I stripped, taking note of my now sore muscles, particularly my lower back and ass. I flexed my pecs, feeling the pumped muscle harden under my skin. It felt so good...if only I had these genetics as a human. I wrapped the white towel around my waist and headed back down the hallway. I knocked on the door he directed me to and waited for a response. I heard some clutter from behind the door, but eventually I got the go ahead.
"Sorry, about that. These rooms can be a bit small and a pain to move around in," Kyle was standing behind a black massage table. The material looked firm and flexible, allowing me supported comfort. The room itself was, as he said, small. Kyle barely had room to maneuver himself around the table, so this could be very interesting to see.
"Lay face down, please," Kyle instructed, gesturing towards the table. I laid down, and placed my face inside a padded ring. This was obviously meant to keep my spine level while providing some comfort, even though it wasn't all that comfortable to have my face practically mashed into a cushion.
"You ready?" His voice sounded muffled, but I could mostly understand him.
"Yeah."
I felt his strong fingers against my lower back. I instinctively flinched, trying to get away from those fingers.
"Relax..." he told me. It was easier said than done; I found that out as he began to press into my muscles. I gritted my teeth at the discomfort. Trying to distract me, he made idle chat. I made up most of my answers to "Have any siblings", "What do you do for a living", "any sport interests", etc.
After giving me a slight overview, he began to really work my lower back. He rubbed in a diagonal path, going from my left side down until he hit near the base of my tail. He did the same thing slightly lower, going along the same path, vigorously rubbing the sore muscles. I didn't feel anything unusual as he did so, but the closer and closer he got to my towards my right butt cheek, the worse it felt. Apparently he knew this as well, as his rubbing got more intense as he entered the area of pain. The span of my lower back had been crossed, and I heard him move farther down the table.
"Ow!" I yell, leg flailing as he jammed his thumb into one of my hamstrings.
"Relax; it'll make it easier..."
"I'm trying, dammit..." I grunted, as continued to work the stressed fiber. His ministration s moved closer and closer to my ass, and I wondered if he was staring or not.
"So tell me," I asked, trying to distract myself from the pain going through my leg. "Is it easier to work on a muscular guy than someone who isn't?"
"Well," he said with a firm push of my muscle. "I've found that it's easiest to work on someone who is actually pretty skinny. It's easier to get all the fibers that are close towards the joint, and the connective tissue tends to be a bit more pliable. This is why you're having such a tough time. A larger fiber takes more time to massage."
"Fuck!" I yelled as he hit the junction between my leg and butt.
"Shoot Uh...Ok, I need your permission. I've found where the knot is and what fibers are causing it, but I need to remove your towel, as it is in a difficult spot to reach and the obstruction would hinder my efforts."
"That's a long fancy was of saying you want to look at my ass," I snickered.
"Actually, we are trained to not look at the patient. We are trained by feel alone. Some of us may accidentally bother the patient by accidentally tracing tattoos, popping zits, not follow the right muscle, etc."
"Popping zits?" I asked, disgusted.
"Instructor's words, not mine," he laughed. "So do I have your permission?" I hesitated. I know that he actually did want to steal a glance, but if it helps....
"Sure." I felt the towel slowly unfold, revealing my muscled ass to the world. The slightly cooler air wafted down my crack, teasing my hole and cooling my balls. It was a nice feeling, though I couldn't help feeling...well, exposed.
He pressed his thumb firmly in the middle of my right ass cheek. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would, though it was still uncomfortable. Then, he moved.
I felt him mash the knotted fiber, and I writhed on the table. It fucking hurt, I'm not going to lie. He held his thumb at the edge of the knot, waiting for me to calm down. I eventually settled, heart still beating like mad though. I could feel my adrenaline pumping through my veins. He gently rubbed that tender spot and moved up the fiber. I grunted and cringed, trying to restrain myself. Who knew such a little thing could cause so much pain?
Again and again, this cycle repeated until I could feel it no more. Yeah, it was tender as fuck and it would probably bruise, but at least there wasn't any strain.
"Is there any other discomfort?"
"Beyond the residual feelings of your thumb in my ass, not any that I'm aware of," I grumbled. It was a grueling process, but at least it was over.
"Well, there's one last thing to do," Kyle said as he grabbed both butt cheeks.
"And what would that be?"I asked getting a hint of where this was suddenly going-
"OHHHHhh....ungh...."
If there's anything anyone needs to experience in their sexual life, being rimmed by a cat is probably close to the top of that list. Kyle's raspy tongue slathered across my asshole, sending delicious bursts of pleasure through my body. I got an instant boner. A foot of cock tried to force its way through the small space between the table and my belly, which was both a painful and electric experience.
"Bet you weren't expecting that part of the package deal, were you?"
"No I wasn't-Fucking-" Another long lick across my hole caused me to grind my hips against the table. My cock was painfully pinned beneath me. I let out another moan as he started to lap at my balls, his rough tongue practically picking them up off of the table and letting them drop back onto the table.
He squeezed my cheeks with his strong paws, kneading them while still being careful of my tender spot. His tongue was slowly easing the resistance of my hole, and soon, it was able to penetrate it.
I melted. I mean, there is nothing like a good rim job, but by a lion? It was heavenly having his rough wet tongue invade my depths.
But, as with all things, it had to end. I relaxed a little as he ceased, waiting for what he was going to do next. I had a faint idea, but he actually surprised me with the rim job, so I couldn't be completely sure. I heard the pop of a cap from somewhere in the room hind me, and then I felt a cooling sensation as massage oil was dripped onto my back. Strong paws rubbed the oil into my back, slowly mapping out the contours of my muscles.
"You have such a good body....I find it hard to believe that you'd been away from the gym; you're still in fantastic shape, if not a little...unrefined..." he continued to rub along my back, slowly working his way towards the sides. The slick oil didn't tickle as he rubbed his paws along my ribs, caressing the outer parts of my lats, moving down to my lower back, and then gently grasping and sliding up my tail, a sensation that was both unique and delicious.
His roaming paws soon covered my butt once more, covering the globes of flesh with the oil. He got dangerously close to my hole, but he teased and quickly redirected his motion by gliding his paws down the backs of my legs. I groaned slightly as Kyle's wonderful paws touched every inch of my backside, leaving a tingling sensation wherever he went. Even though it was highly sensual and intimate, my once painfully erect cock softened somewhat, but still remained at half mast. I could feel the wet stickiness of pre along my abdomen.
I heard the sound of clothes falling to the ground and the pop of the cap again, but I didn't feel any oil being dripped on my body. I heard the schlick of the oil being rubbed between his paws, and soon, I felt them on my ass cheeks once more. I braced myself what was to come.
"Relax..." Kyle soothed again, feeling my muscles tense up. He slowly worked his magical paws again on my ass, effectively pushing my hips down into the table. He gently cupped my balls, letting them roll around on his fingers and gently rubbing them with his thumbs. My cock painfully sprung to life once more as I suddenly felt a shift of weight on the table. I felt his warm body heat on my back. Something hot, long, and hard poked its way through my ass cheeks. I felt his balls collide against my butt, and he slowly pulled his cock back through my cheeks again. The oil he used was a fantastic lubricant; it wasn't thick so I could feel every single detail of his shaft, and it wasn't thin enough to create friction. His dick just glided back and forth through my crack effortlessly. I estimated in my head that he was probably just as large as I was, if not a little bit thicker. His balls certainly didn't match mine, but we can't have everything.
He pulled back one final time before I felt his blunt hot head poke at my hole. I gasped. I don't necessarily know why I did, but it probably had to do with the fact that I had secretly been waiting for this since I first saw him. Maybe not having him fuck me, but you know what I mean. Like a hot knife through butter, penetration was achieved with ease, making me moan as he inched forth until his entire shaft was inside, heavy balls resting on my ass.
"You have an ass like velvet," Kyle moaned, giving my glutes a good rub with his paws.
"Urghhh..." I moaned. The feeling of barbs riding along my intestinal tract was fucking amazing. Shivers of pleasure danced around my spine. He slowly pulled out, those barbs scraping along my prostate making my cock jump underneath me. Pre soaked into the sheets, making the tip of my cock damp and slick. Kyle pulled out until the tip still inside before making a slightly more forceful thrust.
The momentum caused my body to move forward slightly, and the mix of the friction of the sheets and the slickness of my pre stain sent sparks straight to my balls. In and out Kyle went, slowly building up his tempo till he had a nice speed going. His balls slapped against mine, adding to the mix of pleasure I was feeling. The table creaked beneath us, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I was afraid that it was going to collapse. But the barbs scraping along my insides distracted me from that thought.
"Harder..." I grunted. As sexy and erotic as this was, I wasn't getting anywhere. I don't know how far Kyle was due to his completely smooth entry and exit, but I needed more. Strong oil slickened paws gripped my hips. A sudden increase in tempo jolted me out of the comfortable rhythm Kyle had started with. I made continuous moans, mostly from those fucking amazing barbs running up against my prostate. Kyle was breathing a little harder than normal, could he be that close already? I mean my balls were now beginning to tingle, so I wasn't too far off either...
I felt Kyle lower his body on top of mine. His hot contoured body pressed against my backside. I felt his large pecs press up against my upper back, his hot breath on my neck. I pushed up slightly to meet his body, allowing some room for my cock to breathe. His pace began to quicken and his thrusts were getting sloppy. Sounds of slapping skin produced the accompaniment for our session (if one were to call it that). A familiar pressure began to fill my balls.
"More..." I moaned, feeling him nuzzle the nape of my neck.
"As you wish."
He picked up my hips, freeing my throbbing cock, and I ended bracing myself on my knees. Then-
"Oh, sweet mother-!" I cried out as he unleashed everything he had. His foot long cock was practically jackhammering its way in and out of my hole. My body was shaking from the force, and my cock throbbed hard, sending a nice gush of pre up my chest, dripping lewdly onto the already soaked sheets. He grunted above me with each thrust, trying to get his cock as deep as he could inside of me. Flashes of light streaked across my eyes. I felt a slick hand reach around and grab my cock, stroking it in the same rhythmic pattern as the shaft pistoning in and out of my ass. My speech became incoherent as my balls twitched, releasing the contents freely into the air.
Rapid fire shots of cum shot out of my throbbing cock. My balls painfully twitched in their sack as Kyle kept jacking me off, milking my dick of everything it had. Several shots had cleared the table, splattering audibly along the wall and slowly dripping onto the floor. Kyle kept ramming into me, but he was very close. I pushed back, trying to get him over the edge, and soon I felt a flood of fluid within my body. Unlike my rapid fire shots, his were much slower in velocity, but each shot was more of a stream. Thick fluid sloshed around my innards, coating them completely with cum. Some of it even began to leak out, dripping down my balls and onto the sheets.
We collapsed on the table. It rocked, but it held our weight. Heavy breathing filled the room, breathing in our thick musk.
"Man, it'll be a pain to get this room smelling good again," Kyle chuckled after a few moments of basking in the afterglow.
"Yeah?" I mumbled, not really caring to make conversation.
"Well, I can't keep the next guy waiting too long. You'd better head to the shower...I'll clean up here. I mean, we're in a gym; it's going to smell a little bit, so I'm not too worried," Kyle smiled. "You were good, I'll give you that."
"Thanks, I guess," I smiled as I picked up my towel and wrapped it around my waist.
"Oh, and there's soap and stuff underneath the far right counter in the shower area if you need it," Kyle called to me as I left the room, closing the door behind me.
What a day.
I headed to the showers, still enjoying the rush of endorphins running through my system. I found the counter Kyle mentioned, took a bottle of generic shampoo out and closed the cabinet door. I headed to the back of the room, and found that the showers were at least close curtained showers. I stepped into the one in the far corner. Inside was the actual shower stall, and a deep bench that ran along the side. After placing my towel on a hook mounted on the wall, I turned on the hot water, and let the soothing spray soothe me.
I may have stood under there for some time; I wasn't exactly paying attention to the time. I heard some more people enter the shower area and leave, never really keeping track of traffic. I sat down at some point, pondering my recent activities. I was going to miss this body. It hot, beefy, big, sexy-everything I liked in man, and everything I normally wasn't. It was kind of depressing knowing I had only so much time before I would return to normal.
I idly played with my hefty balls as I pondered. My cock slowly worked its way out, the hot water aiding in its erection. This was probably the part I was going to miss the most. I didn't get to play with it much, but I knew it was large, and designed perfectly for a good fuck. I slowly stroked it, closing my eyes in pleasure once more. I know big cats can go multiple times in one day easily, but I didn't have the necessary drive to beat one out right now. I let my shaft fall from my paws, and it throbbed softly on my chest.
Whoosh
"Oh, shit, I'm sorry-holy fuck..." The shower curtain opened. It happened so unexpectedly and sudden that instead of hiding my groin like most men would do, all I could do was stare at the intruder.
It was Greg_._ Of all of the patrons in the gym to walk in on me showering, it was my roommate. My hot stud of a roommate, who was just wearing a towel around his waist.
There was an unnaturally long pause. I knew where he was staring as my cock hadn't softened. Rather, it only seemed to get harder at the ocular attention.
I grinned. Best to enjoy what time I have left, right?
"You want to help?" I asked, not even trying to be subtle. Greg stepped in and closed the curtain. He placed his towel on a hook next to mine. He knelt down, taking my shaft into his hands.
"Suck it," I ordered. Something felt right about this. Normally, I was smaller than he was, so ordering him around like this would have been strange. But now that I was larger than he was...
His mouth latched onto my cock hungrily. He sucked as hard as he could, his paws trying to cover the rest of the shaft. His need superseded his grace. I moaned as my sex organs started to work again, pre quickly forming at my tip which he greedily sucked down.
"You know," he said, taking my cock out of his hungry mouth to breathe. "I knew that you were a big fucker. Kyle probably got you earlier too, huh? I can smell it...lucky bastard," he said with a grin and resumed sucking my cock. I growled at his ministrations.
"Yeah, suck that big cock..." I mumbled, encouraging him. He seemed to respond well to it. I was actually caught off guard by me saying that; I'm not that terribly dominant....am I?
He groped my swinging balls, which sent another shot of pre into his mouth. His other paw went to his own eight inch cock. I placed my thick paws on his head, and lightly humped his face. I could feel my own barbed tip strike the back of his throat, almost causing him to gag. I pulled out to let him breathe again. He panted as he looked at me with lust filled eyes.
"Damn, I wanted you since I saw you come in...please, fuck me silly, man...you gotta do it..." I have never heard Greg speak with so much...need. It was a very...enlightening line of dialogue, one I was happy to oblige.
"Turn around, otter, show me that ass of yours..." I grunted as he spun around. I stuck my thumb in my mouth. Since girth was going to be the biggest problem, I decided to use my thickest digit. But, I didn't want to spend all of that time prepping him; our need was too great for that. Plus, as needy as he was, he'd probably enjoy it and take it like a champ.
Once thoroughly soaked, I stuck my thumb against his hot hole and pushed. He moaned as it penetrated him roughly. He was tight, but it wasn't a vice. I could certainly work it a bit more, though. I made small circles with my paws, trying to loosen him up as quickly as possible without breaking him.
But my own throbbing cock was making me impatient. The need to breed was too important right now. I pulled out (much to Greg's dismay), and grabbed my cock, which was leaking profusely. I slathered my dick with as much pre as I could, and quickly grabbed Greg's ass with one paw, my own cock in the other pressing it up against his hole letting it slowly sink in.
His hole gripped my cock firmly as it roughly slid in. I could feel his insides quiver as my barbs ran along the tract; his innards were practically dancing around my cock, sending delicious sensations down my spine. I almost effortlessly hilted inside of him as there was only a tiny bit of resistance towards the end. He still needed to adjust some, but he wasn't in much of a position to complain.
I pulled out completely, and didn't give him time to miss my cock. Our hips slammed rather forcefully together; it was certainly harder than I wanted it to be. Greg let out a loud moan, so I felt a little better about it. I worked up a heavy rhythm; I wasn't trying to go as fast as I could as opposed to as hard as I could. My mighty glutes drove my hips into his; creating a loud slap every time my groin made contact with his ass.
"Fucking hell..." Greg moaned during one particularly deep thrust. I felt his heartbeat around my cock, adding a faint beat to my pleasure. I snarled, which was uncharacteristic of me, and gripped his hips a little harder. I ground my hips into his ass in circles, making sure he felt my cock deep inside of him.
"Deeper, god damn..." he blathered on. I continued my circles, making long strokes that fed his need. Every so often I'd break out of my heavy rhythm and practically pile drive his ass as fast as I could, reminiscent of Kyle's piston-like fuck. On and on I went, roughly fucking the daylights out of him. He started to push back, making my cock go just a little bit deeper inside of him. That drove him crazy though. Greg's mouth was agape, not making any sound, but had the unmistakable look of pleasure.
I heard a loud splatter on the ground. Looking to the side, I could see the results of my rough actions spewing out of his cock. It bounced up with every volley of cum, launching it further and further in front of him. One shot actually managed to strike the curtain. Not wanting to be left behind, I changed my position so that I was hovering over him. I thrust in and out as fast and hard as I could, the pressure of pleasure building deep within my loins. Greg was panting below me, eyes filled with need. It was amazing how shamelessly slutty he looked with his big sexy body almost giving out, tongue lolled out, and the look of someone who needed a good hard fuck in the ass...
I roared as I came deep inside of him. My hips were now running on auto pilot, pistoning in and out of his ass. As with Kyle, rapid fire cum shots blazed into his bowels, lubricating the tract, and made my machine-like thrusts sloppy and messy. A fire burned through my loins. I gritted my teeth and kept pumping in and out of his abused hole. Electricity sparked through my body, highlighting every single motion I made.
I heard a weak moan beneath me through my lust induced haze. Greg, now lying on his side, had his second orgasm of the day, cum weakly shooting out of his cock, pooling on the tile before the shower washed it away. I couldn't think anymore. Even after unleashing their contents twice today, my balls still felt heavy and full. My cock felt like it was getting harder as well as I rutted him, no longer caring about his wellbeing.
My hips slammed in to his, driving my steel shaft deep in his bowels once more as I came a second time in his ass. He arched his back, further fueling my bliss. This load wasn't as copious as the first two, but it was still pretty impressive. My balls lurched upwards, finally draining all of their content. Thick fluid leaked out of Greg's hole, slowly being washed away by the shower. I collapsed on top of him.
"Holy fuck..." he moaned. I didn't respond. I was too tired to speak. My cock still lazily throbbed inside of him, slowly deflating, allowing the remnant of cum to seek its way to the drain. He shifted underneath me, my cock popping out of his hole in the process, and he was completely on his back.
He looked sexy. Fur was matted, and yet the look of sexual exhaustion made it seem appropriate. We had a good fuck. I purred lightly against him, letting my weight embrace his warm strong body. We may have been here in this position for a while, I wasn't sure. Time seems to elude me after sex.
A sudden pang of pain made me snap out of my reverie.
"Ow," I muttered, grabbing my head.
"What's wrong? Cum too hard?" Greg laughed as he sat up.
"I don't know-fuck!" A second pang. I felt a familiar burn in my stomach.
Shit.
Dread filled my body. I was turning back into a human, right in front of Greg.
"Fucking hell..." I groaned, clutching my stomach.
"You alright? Do I need to get a doctor-"
"No-arghFUCK!" I felt my face melt. My muzzle slowly reentered my face, reforming into a human mouth and nose. Bones ground against each other, painfully firing my nerves.
"What the fuck..." Greg started to scoot away as he saw the beginning of my transformation. He still remained in the stall though as if he couldn't draw himself away.
My stomach cramped again. I fell on my paws and knees as my bones felt like someone was smashing them into each other. I realized that I was getting shorter as my planted hands-when did they turn into hands?-seemed to get further and further away from my body. Orange fur started to fall out, and it gradually got swept away by the now rapidly cooling shower.
Greg stared at me in horror. I didn't blame him. This would definitely haunt him for a while, especially when he found out it was me, his human roommate.
More and more fur fell out, and felt the familiar feeling of my tail basically getting sucked into my backside. My vision blurred as another cramp caused me to grunt in pain. A deflating sensation filled my body-my muscles were shrinking as I looked down at my arm, biceps shrinking in size until they were what they once were before. My dick felt bare. Glancing towards my groin through my arms, I found that my once mighty sheath and balls were no more, leaving me with no protective flash and significantly smaller testicles. The fur surrounding them fell away, trailing down towards the drain.
A majority of the pain stopped. Fur was still falling off in clumps, but most of my pale skin was showing. I was still breathing heavy, adrenaline still pumping through my body. I could hear my heartbeat pound in my ears. I was afraid to look up. I knew Greg was still there, but I don't know if he realized-
"D-David?"
...
Shit.