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Make a Guard Out of You for Sanmer by Draconicon

Grant sighed as he opened his locker. The other guards were already halfway out of their clothes, and he had to hurry to catch up, rapidly stripping off his shirt and throwing it into the locker. The cheetah didn't even bother folding it or hanging it up; he didn't have time.

"Hey, Grant! Pick it up or you're going to be skipped for shower duty this week."

"Can it, Harrison! I'm almost ready."

"Yeah? Well the rest of us are already about to get our uniforms, so you better hurry."

Glaring at the departing rabbit, Grant moved a little faster. He kicked off his shoes, and then his socks, throwing them on top of his shirt. The tiled floor was cold to his bare feet, but he didn't bother trying to run in place the way he usually did to heat them up. Much as he hated Harrison for it, he really didn't have time. He was already the last one in the locker room today. If he was the last one suited up, it'd go down on his record for Sanmer to see, and he did NOT want to get the fox's attention for screwing up.

As soon as he was naked, the feline ran for the equipment room. He really, really wished that the fox allowed equipment to be stored in the locker rooms, but the fox didn't want any of it taken out of the prison. Something about 'trademarked equipment' or something. Must not have wanted it stolen or copied.

Grant honestly didn't care. He just didn't want to be last in.

By the time he reached the equipment room, though, half of his co-workers had already gotten dressed. Harrison wasn't one of them - thank heavens - but with a couple dozen orcas already heading into the prison, he knew that the rest wouldn't be far behind.

Running over to his box, Grant pulled out the equipment all the guards had. There was the usual stun-gun, night-stick, and identification badge that all guards had across the board, but there was also a small remote that most of the guards here carried around. It was a Cock Control Console, or a triple-c for short; it allowed any guard to access the cock-sleeves that the prisoners wore and deal with them if needed, either adding or subtracting points depending on their behavior.

He chuckled, putting the little blue box into one of the pouches he had. He remembered using that just yesterday, dealing with the new red dragon. The stubborn scaly hadn't wanted to service anyone, so Grant had gotten the job of teaching him what happened to people that didn't abide by the system. It had been pretty funny to see the red stroking himself so hard, begging for relief that just wouldn't come.

But that was yesterday, and today was today. He didn't have time for good memories - no matter how fun they were - when he was late for work. The cheetah pulled the rest of his equipment out. A harness to keep the ammo for his weapon on his chest, a belt to hold the weapons and Triple C, a large pair of latex boots, and a cock sleeve were all laid out in short order. He put the box back, and quickly set to putting them on, starting with the boots.

As usual, the boots were too large for his soft feet, but as soon as he finished pushing his feet into them, that changed. He was already putting the second one on when the first started feeling tighter, constricting his foot down at the toes until he backed his heel towards the end of the boot. It only made it a bit comfortable, though, particularly as the upper part of the boot started squeezing at his thickening calf.

He felt the same process start in the other boot as he turned his attention back to the first. Already, his fur was shifting, almost falling out before it turned black and white. Grant smirked to himself as the smooth skin replaced his somewhat rough fur, running a finger along it in admiration.

"Heh, love the way that feels."

He strapped the boot on tight, making sure that it wouldn't slide around and that it wouldn't start getting constricted from any surprise growth, before moving on. The former wasn't so much a problem, but the latter was; every so often, the machinery in their uniforms short circuited, and the wearer would start growing uncontrollably until the piece of clothing burst. Not so much a problem when it was one's cock, but the other stuff? Yeah, it got awkward really fast.

With the boots on, the harness was easy to work on. The straps along his upper legs would have to wait as the black and white shimmer continued its way up his limbs, but the upper stuff was easy to get on. He just had to leave the harness loose enough to be filled out later, and his body could support it on its own.

He dragged the x-shaped harness over his chest and grunted almost immediately. The feline always forgot just how heavy the damn things were with all the ammo and extra pieces of equipment on them, and he shook his head.

"Grow quick, muscle, grow quick."

At least the bulges from his new muscles were forming where the harness touched. His chest seemed to just pump with it every time he put the thing on, and Grant sighed in relief as his shoulders took up some of the weight as they grew bigger. He reached down, pulling the other straps over his upper legs just as they started thickening, nodding to himself as they grew big enough to support the large straps.

That just left two things, and one of them felt a whole lot better than the other.

With his main equipment on, Grant reached for the cock sleeve. It was actually almost a pair of underwear with the sleeve attached to the front, but it was still the main part. He stepped through the huge leg holes quickly, knowing that if he didn't do this quick, he'd be unable to get it on at all. He could already feel his rump growing bigger with more muscle and a little bit of blubber, and he knew that his tail would be next.

Dragging the latex material up his legs, he shoved his tail forcefully through the large hole in the back and then dragged it up over his crotch. His smaller balls and cock barely made a dent in the long sleeve, but that would change before long.

His lower body almost entirely orca, Grant started walking towards the exit, pulling his belt along with him. As he wrapped it around his waist, he could already feel the growth spreading across his groin. The cheetah moaned, almost stumbling as his cock started growing, massaged on all sides by the slick sleeve.

Passing Harrison, he smirked at the rabbit, who hadn't even finished with his boots yet. The little guy had gone with the cock sleeve first. Probably desperate for the pleasure, like a lot of guys, and not thinking about how hard that was going to make getting the rest of the equipment on.

"See you later, Harrison. Bet you won't be getting shower duty, huh?"

"Damn it, Grant! You know I had my eyes on that big-assed green dragon."

"Well, tough. You should have been faster."

He strolled on, walking a bit funny as his cock continued to grow, as did his balls. The sleeve teased him like a slut's mouth, making him feel like he was getting blown with every step. It made it hard to focus on anything, but he was a professional. Maybe not a prompt one, but he was still a professional, and he would still do his job.

The cheetah was barely a cheetah from the head up by the time he walked through the doors, his body almost entirely transformed into an orca. His muscles had grown very thick and strong, and his tail had gone from a whipping furred twig to a strong fifth limb. The rest of his body was more than strong enough to deal with any disobedient dragons, and his cock was throbbing hard enough to make him want them to try and be stubborn today. He could use a few new holes to blow off some frustration in.

The final changes, feeling his lips get rounder and fatter, and feeling the fin growing in on his back, was met with near orgasmic pleasure from the cock sleeve. It didn't push him over the edge, but it left him right on the cusp. He felt the latex tighten hard around the base of his cock, keeping him at that point, and leaving the tip of the sleeve just a bit wet. Oh, he needed to blow off some steam, and he needed it bad.

By the time he hit the main floor of the prison and joined the rest of the guards, he was an entirely different man. The feline was gone, replaced by a rough, tough orca that was looking forward to showing every dragon in the place who was boss.

Of course, that didn't mean that he was stupid. He saluted along with everyone else as the Warden came out on the floor. No matter how much they outnumbered the fox, no matter how much stronger they were than him, there was no way that any would oppose him. Some served out of gratitude, others out of fear, but everybody knew just how fucked they would be if they went against orders.

The fox had a clipboard in hand, and he was running his fingers down the names. Grant waited, hearing a few more orcas coming up at the last minute.

"Alright, everybody. We don't have any new prisoners coming in today, but we have a few VIPs coming in from outside. A couple of...inspectors."

Grant joined the rest of the guards as they groaned. Inspectors were always a pain, because they had to make sure that there were no complaints. The prisoners would all need to be brought up to a certain level of 'punishment' so that they weren't insane, and those that were particularly bad cases needed to be put in the Rehab section. Considering how many cobwebs were in that place, he knew a few of the guards were going to be sneezing their brains out instead of having their fun.

"But good news, guys."

"How can that be good, sir?"

"Simple. They're all dragons."

The smile that passed over the various orcas was something that was both intimidating and supremely lustful. Grant chuckled, grabbing hold of his cock. Now that was a different story. If they were 'inspectors' and not actual inspectors, then this day just got a whole lot more interesting.

Warden Sanmer nodded towards an open box on a nearby table. Cock sleeves like the ones the prisoners wore - orange and with a number display on the side - were available in mass numbers.

"Consider it hunting season when they arrive, boys. Show them a good time, and remind our guests just where they belong, will you?"

"Sir, yes, SIR!"

The orcas snapped to a salute, both with hands and cocks. Grant couldn't wait for the bit of fun that they were about to have.

The End