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Tyler had trouble getting out of bed. Not just because he was still sleepy, nor the fact that he felt sort of sick to his stomach. Something felt... off. When he finally got his feet under him, his balance was wobbly at best, and he had to brace a paw against the wall to toddle sleepily out of his room. He felt a little better after using the bathroom, though, and had mostly recovered by the time he had to go to school. Unfortunately.

Sitting through classes when his mind was filled with thoughts of his neighbor and all the wonderful things hidden underneath her dress was almost unbearable, but the true horror only came when he got home.

"No, Tyler, you've been over there three days in a row already. You can stay home and eat dinner with us tonight."

No! No way! He couldn't go a whole 'nother day without seeing Mrs. Hutchinson! Not after they'd figured so many things out... and he still had so many things he wanted to figure out. He tried to make an appeal, but his mother was already hurrying past. She'd had that "final word" tone, too. Briefly, Tyler considered running away. Would it really count if he only went one door over?

But the night actually didn't turn out quite as bad as he'd feared. The usual stony, painful silence that had ruled the dinner table on many nights of the recent past seemed to have softened, and his parents spoke, albeit quietly. There were even a few smiles. It was weird. Like they were pretending it was six months ago.

When dinner was over, he played another card, since they seemed to be in a good mood.

"Well... alright, I suppose if you do ALL your homework tonight, you can go straight over to Mrs. Hutchinson's after school tomorrow, if you want to. What do you two do over there, anyway?"

His heart jumped a little, in simultaneous excitement and fear. He had to keep it a secret how awesome it was over there. "Oh... not a lot. Watch TV, play games."

"Hmm. Would you like it if we played games sometime? I think we've got Monopoly sitting around somewhere..."

The pup smiled. "It's not the same. Mrs. Hutchinson is really nice." With that, he scurried off to see to his homework, leaving his mother murmuring something, repeating his last words.

Homework was really boring and dumb, and it took him a little longer than yesterday cause he wouldn't get to go see Mrs. Hutchinson right after, but he had a lot more reason to hurry and get it done rather than put it off. He was about halfway through when he heard his parents talking outside his door.

"...just because she's... that way... doesn't mean she's... THAT WAY. That's a stereotype and you know it." His mother sighed. "Yes. No, fine. I'll ask." A knock came at the door, and she peeked in. "Hey honey, how's it going?"

"It's okay." He twiddled a pencil between his fingers, leaning back at his little desk. "What's going on?"

She blinked, and looked back into the hallway before stepping inside. "Oh... nothing. Just wanted to ask you a few things... about Mrs. Hutchinson. You seem really interested in going over there again." He nodded quietly. "She's feeding you alright? Nice and healthy?"

"Uh huh." A big tray of cookies. "We had salad and chicken yesterday."

"That's good! And... she's not..." She paused. "Is she telling you to come back or anything like that? She's not being... bossy, is she?"

Tyler frowned a little. "I WANNA go back over. She's my friend, mom." She started repeating herself, so he clarified, "she's not bossing me around."

"Okay. Okay. And, I mean... She isn't... touching you... in any way you don't want to be touched, is she?"

Tyler had a lot of practice keeping an innocent face. But it was really hard not to burst out laughing. Really, really hard. "Naw. She likes to pet my head, but I like it."

His mother nodded slowly. "Okay." She looked around. "Alright. Well... just... remember, honey. If you ever feel uncomfortable, or if there's anything at all you're not sure about with Mrs. Hutchinson, you can tell us, okay? We won't get mad, and you won't be in trouble, no matter what. Do you understand, honey?" He gave a mindful nod. "Alright. Good. Well... yes. Good. I'll let you get back to your homework." She slipped out of the room and closed the door. Faintly, as they moved away, he heard her shoot an irritated, "I told you!"

Tyler let a long breath go, his head falling to his desk. Safe. But how was he gonna last until tomorrow after school...? He rubbed at his thing through his pants for a little while, mind roving over the scents, the images, the soft parts and the hard parts... His little orbs still ached a little from yesterday. He didn't think he'd touch himself tonight, but... It did take a while to get focused on his homework again.

The next morning, however, the ache was gone-- and he couldn't stop rubbing his thing against the bed as he woke up. Panting softly, he found himself just pushing and pushing against the mattress, little paws gripping at the sheets as his rear flexed, pushed up to make a little bump in his blankets, then shoved down, burrowing his thing through the padding beneath through the thin layer of his jammies. He only barely stopped when his mother knocked half a second before popping her head in the door to encourage him to get up. It was going to be a long day...

He thought about touching himself when he first went to the bathroom, and after breakfast, and about maybe ducking into the restroom at school, he didn't know how many times. But if he was gonna get all achy after a few times, he wanted to save it. By the last period of the day, he wasn't doing very well. His breathing drew deep, almost panting constantly, and it seemed noisy in his ears, drowning out the teacher. He sat clutching at the edges of his desk, his legs folded tight underneath the rim, and... he found if he wriggled down just right, pushing his cheeks apart a little... the cool, hard surface of his seat could just kiss to the cub's little spot back there. And the seam of his pants made a tiny ridge he could rub against a little... His eyes hazed over as he sat there, quivering occasionally, trying and failing to resist rubbing his tiny pucker along that tantalizing, hard ridge.

Every moment between the ringing of the final school bell and the ringing of Mrs. Hutchinson's doorbell was agony, but he spent that time well. He thought about what he was gonna do. And then he thought about it again. And again. He wanted to just dive into her face-first and go crazy, but she had been really nervous before, and maybe she'd gotten more nervous now. He might have to work her up to it all over again... But he wouldn't just pretend last time hadn't happened. He had to be firm. Yeah.

So when the door finally cracked open to reveal this amazing woman he had all to himself, he just put on a big smile. "Hello, Mrs. Hutchinson. Mom said I could come over right away, cause I got all my homework done yesterday."

She blinked down at him, and something about her expression seemed... odd. "Oh. Well, please, come in, Tyler. It's... good to see you again." She smiled a bit awkwardly, and walked him inside. "Um..." She closed the door, fidgeting with her dress. "Tyler, do you...?" She seemed to be growing very worried about something, so the boy cut in.

"Sit down. I'm not hungry or anything." He stepped past her and looked back, smiling softly.

"Oh. Um... alright." Her fingers were drawn into fists in her dress a moment before she forced them to relax and moved past him to settle on the sofa. Her scent, that luscious musk he'd scraped off her sack with his tongue the other day, lingered in his nostrils after her. Was it stronger today? "So..." She was still trying to find words, but they seemed to be words she didn't want to say.

"Do you have the remote? I was hoping we could watch some TV together." He approached slowly.

"...Ah. Yes... of course." She looked down, her ears seeming to sag a little, but she reached over and took up the remote. "What would you like to--?"

Her words cut off in a little yelp as he seized the front of her dress and threw it up in the air to dive underneath. She squeaked out his name in a flustered series of half-worded protests as he crawled in between those lush thighs, dragging her skirt up in the front along with him as he nuzzled in against those wonderful, planet-sized orbs for just a moment, his mouth watering, before turning away. He firmly sat his little rear down in front of them and leaned back, gathering up the front of her skirt around him like a little blanket. He sighed contentedly as he snuggled into his little seat, already so toasty he might start to sweat, but perfectly comfortable. "Anything is good," was his simple reply, his voice light.

Her breathy, half-hearted admonitions died as he settled in, and he thought he felt a little shiver ripple through her, all around him. A moment, and the TV came on, though the show she ended up putting on was rather boring. He shifted and wiggled a little, making sure his butt pushed nice and snug under the heavy cleavage of those orbs, the curve of his back following theirs. He wanted to just tuck his head back under her skirt and grind it down into that silky valley, but it was enough to know it was so close... for now. Instead, he peeked up at her from under the hem of her skirt. Even with her coloration, it was obvious she was blushing. What was she so worried about, anyway? He could still see it in her eyes, that something was bothering her. She was breathing heavily, like he had been when he'd been stuck in class, just dying to get back to her... But, now... he felt just fine. He felt warm, and yes, he felt excited for everything they were gonna do, but... now that he was here, he didn't feel so... desperate? He knew he was going to get what he wanted, and so he could enjoy the moments leading up to it... Weird.

He let those thoughts float through his mind a while as he half-watched the show, just bathing in the warmth of her, the supple yield of her thighs and balls against him, the gentle wash of her musk slowly soaking over him. He was getting hard again... He'd have to get rid of his pants soon, he thought, or he'd get all bent out of shape down there.

The husky pup stirred with a little yawn, and Mrs. Hutchinson jerked, shuddering aloud as her thighs tensed and closed snug around him a moment. Even her great sack stirred a little on its own against his back. He smiled slowly, and wriggled up. Popping his button open, he let all that friction drag his pants off for him as he pushed up on top of those broad orbs, flipping her skirt up with a little grumble. Her breathing grew a little jagged as he fumbled around atop her balls until she finally gathered up her own skirt for him, pulling it up across her belly, her face radiant with heat. He glanced up at her with a little smile and thrust his back against her-- planting his rear on his new seat, snug against her belly now, his legs cast over her balls. And that put her swollen, furry pillar of a sheath square under his little bottom.

Her breathing drew tight as he wiggled down to settle his cheeks snug against that firm lump. The motion pushed a hot, wet little gust up his tail as the fold of hide compressed, and he thought he felt the underlying flesh twitch slowly. A tiny noise wound slowly out of the red panda, something between a whine and a moan that lingered, aching, in her throat. Tyler just settled back into his seat... though when she relaxed, slowly, her boobs quickly descended to cut off most of his vision, the taut stretch of fabric between them sitting heavily on his head. "Are you... okay like that?" She breathed the words, and that hot presence under his rear twitched again. He didn't bother with words, he just reached up to hug at that looming, curved ceiling and pull it down a little more snug. There was juuuust enough room for him to sit upright in between one set of big, soft, round things and the other. Like a key in a lock. He grinned quietly as he let his eyes fall shut, relaxing against her, between her great, looming landmarks, taking in the feel of her. Her breath rocking him gently back and forth, the thump of her heart, the slowly speeding throbs of that presence below that was growing into more of a firm point...

A crisp sigh slipped from his lips as the sheath strained, that point slowly prodding up between his cheeks. He had a spot that needed a good rubbing... and she had a poky thing that would juuuust barely fit in between his cheeks, by his reckoning. Like a key. His own breathing was growing a little heavy now as he gave tiny wriggles against her, trying to angle it just right... That spot was starting to itch, just thinking about it. She'd given it a little rub before and it had been so perfect... And that had just been with a finger! This thing was all hot and juicy... His fingers curled, seizing in her dress over her breasts, his tail trying to wag against one side of her belly. Her own breathing was slowly drawing deep and a little shaky, which only forced him to start sliding a little forward and backward constantly over that point...

The sheath broke open, naked flesh kissing to his cheeks, and they gasped together, bodies jerking into a moment of trembling tension. So close...! He wanted it, but his cheeks kept flexing tight, crushing around that tip, pushing away from it a little as its drooly juices soaked into his fur, making him kinda slippery. But that slickness let him slide down a little in the half-moments he managed to relax, and it pushed closer, deeper between his little cheeks-- moisture kissed to that little spot, and his mouth fell open, a tiny groan falling out of him. A-almost...!

Paws gently closed around his middle, stopping him, holding him firm in place just a little too high up. N-no...! He was so close...! "Tyler..." Her voice was strained. "I... I've been..." She swallowed, and gathered herself. "After you left, I... had some trouble thinking straight. I've had to... touch myself... a lot. And I did so plenty today, to make sure I could have a clear mind, to..." She drew a shaky breath, and a powerful throb of that creature just kissed to his little spot for a moment, sending a jolt through him. "I just... I want to make absolutely sure. Doing things like this could... could change you, Tyler. Will change you. Forever. And I... I don't want you to do it just because I like it. Because I... I really, REALLY want to do this, but I'm... I'm scared, Tyler. Scared I could get carried away and hurt you, or... do something you don't want to do. So just... anytime you're not having fun, make sure and tell me, right away, okay?" He was already panting out affirmative noises, nodding his head against her breasts, but she added, "promise me! You'll tell me if I ever...!"

"I promise! I want it! I want ALL of it! Now push me down on this thing or I'm gonna go crazy!!" The words burst from the pup in a frantic rush, his body squirming wildly in her grip.

An anguished groan rose behind him, but her body was already surging to obey-- and that fat tip bored in against his little tender spot, digging at it so hard he felt it prod at his insides just a tiny bit. His eyes bulged in his head as his little legs kicked, and his own thing throbbed painfully, barely holding back. "I-I don't think," the ursine panted roughly, a trace of a chuckle in her strained voice, "that you'll be able to take... well, any of this. But... I'll give you what I can."

Tyler had about a second and a half to wonder what she meant before she ground up again, that great, wedge-like bulk mashing his cheeks wide apart, that tip digging into him, spreading his tiny little spot into a taut little circle, and-- and her juices-- they shot right up inside him! She was drooling on his insides! His mind blanked in a sudden, violent wave of raw pleasure, his thing shooting a mess all across her thighs and the floor as he gave a series of tiny, fervent squeaks, head back, face buried in her warm, snuggly undercleavage through her dress. His body jerked, hips thrusting forward into nothing, making that tip dig back and forth just a little across his inner flesh, the spongy inner muscles of that little ring.

When he could hear again, he picked up her breathy giggling. "Well..." she murmured, shifting slowly in her seat, "I suppose you really must be enjoying it... Mnnff, here..." She eased him down, off her tip, and the boy whined in the most pitiful way he could manage when he could barely control his panting. He was lying in a heap, half-atop her balls, spilling across her thighs, a little of his own seed smearing across his face as she shifted and rocked about under him. Then, for just a moment, the world swung about as her paw clasped at him, holding him snug against her as she rose, working a moment, then sat again. Finally, she drew him up again and tugged up on his shirt. "Come on... don't want to have to dress you every time, do we?" He managed to push his arms up for her to tug the shirt over his head, and at long last, she drew him up to snuggle that hot tip between his cheeks again-- pressing his bare back to her breasts, snuggling in between them. Her dress was gone! He glanced down and around, slowly coming back to his senses, and saw she was actually sitting on her dress now, spread out under and behind her. She was bare, a mountain of curves smiling down at him. And... he was higher up. His feet only barely sat square on her balls now.

That hot pillar of flesh was slowly but surely growing, and it jutted up to prod between his cheeks, pushing him up level with her breasts. He could sling his arms around them from above now, barely, hugging them to his sides with a loose grin as she held his hip firmly in place with one paw and guided her shaft with the other. When her tip finally kissed to his tender spot again, a high, sighing groan poured out of him, his arms clutching tight round her breasts as those wonderful twitches and gushes fed in against him. Not quite inside, but he could feel the juices soak down his fur, rolling down his cheeks to drip off or trickle down his legs. Mrs. Hutchinson chuckled softly at the breathy noises he was making. "You really like that, huh...?" Her grip tightened a little, and that tip squeezed in, slowly prying him open with those juices slicking the way. His cries climbed higher as she dug into him, his legs twitching as her length pushed him up till he couldn't even reach her balls-- he was suspended solely on her big, black tool and her guiding paws, with her breasts helping him keep steady. "Well, try and relax, dear, and..."

A low surge of pressure drove up against him, and his body arched in a spasm as he pushed even wider, that hot tip digging past his ring and into the beginning of his real core. It still wasn't even a quarter of the bulk of her head alone, but it was huge, it felt impossibly big inside him, stretching his little boy butt wide. She groaned sweetly over him, every throb of that creature making his ring twinge with pain as it was stretched to its very limit. He couldn't even squeeze, it hurt to try. But the sting was nothing before the wonderful warmth of the strain, of her juices-- they were pouring into him steadily now, thick gushes shooting up into his belly, then pooling around that tip that was sealing them in.

"Nnnh... My... I've... already stretched you a little more than I should. I can feel it..." Her fingers flexed, digging through his fur. "Tyler... I..." She broke into low panting a few moments, and just ground slowly against him, easing down a hint, letting him close just a little before grinding up to fill him again. "L-listen... when I said it would change you... It's not just..." She groaned softly, with ecstasy or anxiety he couldn't say. "It's... my... my juices. They can... change you, little by little. Not really anything harmful, but... well, you might get... in the mood more, and... you're gonna be able to stretch more. I can feel you've already got a little of it from all that stuff you ate..." She giggled breathlessly, and a potent throb shoved up against him. "But if I put it in here... Nnh... y-you'll be changed, Tyler. S-stretchy. Uh... Horny, a little. Maybe even... permanently..." She drew a deep breath, trying to sound serious. "Do you... understand, Tyler?"

He wasn't sure how he felt about growing horns, but the pup knew, in the burning depths of his heart, that he wanted to feel those white jets pounding into him, inside him. He wanted to feel it. He needed it. His head nodded fervently as her growing spire pushed him up past her breasts-- his rear was pushed up between them now, and he could only set his paws on her cleavage to try and steady himself. His head was a little higher than hers now! "I-- I want it! I want it!" He wobbled on his precarious perch. Her paws were tight around his hips, holding that sweet point of union tight in place, but the rest of him was nearly flailing about trying to maintain any kind of balance as she rocked and ground up into him, her panting making his only handholds heave up and down constantly. "Shoot it all in me!"

A heavy, shuddering moan broke from the red panda, and she drew him close, shoving his rear in snug between her breasts to hug him against her, her panting mouth shoved to his back, her every breath washing hot through his fur as her cataclysmic hips rocked and jerked upward to shove him up and down on that steel-hard tip. He could feel the endless juices sloshing around inside him with all the motion, making him feel a little dizzy. Her boobs held him steady by the legs, so she could grab up all the rest of him, a paw plastering to his chest as the other slipped underneath, keeping that point dead on target as she started working fervently at him, pushing in about two inches before dragging back to leave him achingly empty before he was abruptly stuffed, straining and jittering with her absurd girth again.

Trapped between her breasts, his legs folded in on themselves to loop loosely around her shaft, enveloped in soft flesh and wrapped around sweet hardness, his entire body rocking with the shove of her hips from far below his strange, jiggly world up here, clutching to her cleavage. It was no fair... he wanted to be down with her balls, in the soft warmth of it all, buried between all these big, round, wonderful things at once, but he could only get this tip scoring through his needy spot all the way up here. It almost felt windy, being so exposed. But for the sweet, aching feeling of that tip relentlessly churning away at that little spot of his, having gone so long in confused need without proper satisfaction, it was worth it. It felt so strange, stretching open like this, but it massaged and wracked his every nerve down there in ways just rubbing never could. Yes... this was definitely better... His tongue lashed lazily across his open lips as he stared into the nothing, trembling atop her spire. It was absolutely worth it...

Mrs. Hutchinson's rapid breathing was growing more fervent and noisy under him, tiny whimpers filtering through her every breath, even her quick little gasps, as her fingers trembled on him. Was it coming? Was it about to start? That monster was throbbing thicker over and over, so rapidly it was like a drum beat against his little ring, constantly stretching him out. He gave a single, tremulous moan, and suddenly the world was swinging around-- they were moving!

Panting desperately, the panda hustled them out of the living room, holding the bewildered pup skewered on her very tip. He barely managed a questioning noise as they burst into the bathroom, and she pushed him down-- he barely thrust his feet under him in time to catch on the counter, straddling the bathroom sink. "Wha--?" He grabbed hold of the bottom of the mirror as she ground in roughly against him again, driving him against the mirror, but her paws held him back, sparing him the worst of that crushing assault, though the pressure on his tiny pucker was unbearable. His eyes darted up, fuzzy, and caught sight of his own face.

The fluffy little husky's hair was matted in strange patterns with sweat, his eyes hooded, brow drawn high together, and his mouth hung open, tongue jutting out as if trying to catch a snowflake as he panted, ears drawn back. And over his head... Mrs. Hutchinson stared down at this little pup with a glimmer of wild hunger in her eyes, licking her lips. She panted tightly, rutting against his tender hole, her brow drawing down slowly as that dark, desperate need kindled brighter in her gaze. Her paws were a steel cage round his middle, holding him to the assault. Part of him, some tiny part, quailed in fear. The rest of him burned. A moan poured out of him, a sudden, throaty, noisy, shameless thing that rattled off the mirror, his tail pinned high, curling against his own back as she battered at his sore muscles.

A paw whipped away from him suddenly, seizing to her own beast instead-- and it dragged away, leaving him suddenly, horribly empty. He tried to cry out in protest, but the sound was swallowed by a bellowing moan.

Raw, furious heat drilled into one cheek on his innocent little rear-- and thick, musky seed roiled down his thigh as the furious pressure rattled down his crack and across, to the other cheek, spreading his fur, scouring at him like a pressure washer. One shot. It stung! The next shot burst just to one side of his needy spot-- and turned to blast it dead on. Her tip wasn't even touching him, but her cream carved up through his sore little tailhole to rush up into the depths of his belly, flooding him suddenly with her heat. He screamed, his own little poker shooting off unnoticed below as he was filled. But that wasn't all he was getting. The third shot curled low, giving his little sac a painful drenching-- before her tip dug in against him again.

He thought he'd screamed before, but he positively howled now, first as a person, then as a canine, his entire body shaking as that tip plunged in to drill her seed into him at point blank. His belly felt strange --to say the least-- and his head swung down to watch in utter disbelief as a round little dome wobbled under him-- and with her next shot, a point drove out the front, bulging violently, before melting back into that bubble of hot essence swelling under him. She was filling him! He couldn't even hold it, but she was pumping it in anyway, and his body was stretching, just like she'd said! He stared on, though his eyes watered, as his stomach grew and grew with each scorching jet carving up his inner walls to join the rest of the gelatinous mass. So hot! He'd already been sweating, but he could feel every pore on his body opening, the sweat just pouring off him as he panted and sagged, barely clutching to the mirror. It was so heavy! Her paws held his hips up, but the front of him was struggling to stay upright.

Behind him, Mrs. Hutchinson was breathing a rapid tangle of whimpers, groans, and tiny snarls, her entire body trembling taut, utterly focused on holding this hot little cumbucket pup tight in place as she pumped and pumped and pumped away into him. She'd relieved herself three times already today, but it had been so, so long since she'd had a real rump to fill, e-even if she could only get the very tip in! She could think of nothing but filling that hole, such a good little hole, begging to be stuffed, until... until it started to flop away.

Tyler finally toppled over, barely missing hitting his head on the faucet as his belly plunged into the sink, easily filling it with some to spare and splashing excess seed over the side. Levered over on her grip, his legs kicked weakly in the air a few times before falling limp. The little boy groaned, face plastered to the counter, his belly sloshing and roiling under him, his rear still held high in the grip of his dear, panting neighbor as she fed a last dozen or so lazy shots down his heavily worn hole.

Staring down that limp body, Mrs. Hutchinson struggled to gather herself a little. But she was still snug in that sweet grip, and before she could really think, she put one more slow, insistent push to him... Trembling groans rattled out of him as he stretched again, and that cum-soaked inner flesh hugged her brunt-- as his ring stretched around fresh hide, swallowing more of her than even her deepest thrust could manage before. She bit down tightly on her lip as she ground in until his groans turned to whines, then a cracking cry-- she held him at that sweet point of absolute resistance for just one moment before easing back. Halfway. She panted heavily, rubbing one slightly warped cheek on that little rear. Halfway up her cockhead. She'd never seen a hole stretch so far from its original size... Just what was this little pup?

She shivered, staring at his warped body. What would he do to her?...