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"Oi!" Trevor called out, pounding on the door. The lanky, tanned Australian's boxers were bunching up around his morning wood; he'd been yanked out of sleep by the sound of Thomas jerking off in the shower, and was too pissed off to worry about appearances. "'Sides," he thought, glancing down at his dong jabbing the heart-patterned material out in front of him, "he probably won't come out." The walls in their house were thin, and more than once it had been pretty obvious when one of their housemates was rooting or been caught wanking. Thomas would probably pipe down out of embarrassment, and lie low.

That's why, when the door creaked open, and a brown furry hand reached out to drag him into the bathroom, Trevor let himself get dragged in. It was too fast; before he realised it, he was in the bathroom, being pinned against the toilet by an otter-looking guy.

"What the fuck?" Trevor yelled out, pushing the otter's forehead to get him away from Trevor's boxers, claws trying to dig into the material to tear them off. He didn't want to touch the otter too closely; his fuzzy chest was dripping with a thick goop with an unmistakeable smell.

"Aww, come on, Trevor," the otter replied, Thomas's voice - slightly adjusted, and a lot hornier than Trevor usually heard it, "don't want to let that erection go to waste. Why not let me help you out a bit?" Grabbing Trevor's ankles, Thomas dug his claws in.

"Get off me!" Trevor insisted, yelping and kicking has hard as he could. The little bugger was pretty damned insistent, and shameless too. "Thomas, get off!" Trevor's heart was pounding, gripping tightly on to the toilet seat as the otter let Trevor kick him in the chest. He almost wanted to stop doing it - the otter's cock was starting to peek out of his sheath again - and the soles of his feet were getting smeared in what he assumed was Thomas's cum. The goo squelched in between his toes.

"Trevor, you're such a hot stud," Thomas moaned, his voice undulating as Trevor's feet continued to beat against his chest. "Nice big muscles, nice big feet, and a nice big cock too. No wonder the girls fall all over you. And I bet some of the guys do too..."

Panting heavily, Trevor's kicks started to slow down as he moaned; his cock pulsed awkwardly - he kind of liked Thomas complimenting him - but didn't really know what to make of this strange feeling. Besides, he had more pressing concerns: his admittedly big feet looked like they were growing, toes creeping out inch by inch, nails starting to curl and darken. The soles of his feet itched, too. He needed to do something about that, but it was hard for him to concentrate; the jostling of his legs was knocking his cock and balls around, and the movement was feeling kind of... good?

"Oh yeah," Thomas mumbled approvingly, licking one of the talon-like toenails on Trevor's foot suggestively as he lifted the growing feet in his hands up to his muzzle. As Thomas carefully started to suck on Trevor's toes, one by one, Trevor gasped, his dick shuddering as pre-cum leaked over his boxers, the tip of his shaft escaping out of the hole. Tan hairs spread over his extended feet, crawling up his legs.

His muscles quivering all over, sweat coursing down Trevor's body as the rough animal hair growing out of his legs started sprouting over the rest of his body in patches, irritating his skin. Trevor's mind was elsewhere though: the otter sucking his feet was starting to look rather attractive, with that smooth, cum-soaked chest with those tight muscles, that short muzzle which seemed very good at sucking, too.

Trevor moaned, "Damn, what's going on?" It was getting hard of him to think of anything but the swelling, pointed cock growing out of his straining boxers, and the growing need to drain his balls. He imagined the otter's muzzle wrapped around his dick, his musky balls dangling over that cold, wet nose; Trevor's own budding muzzle stretching his face into a cocky, horny grin that quickly spread to Thomas.

"I dunno, bro," Thomas grunted, the kangaroo-like toe plopping out of his mouth, the fur soaked in saliva. "But it feels pretty fucking good, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," Trevor grunted in agreement, the pain of his straining boxers against his sack making him wince. Releasing the toilet seat, he used his stubby claws to tear away his boxers from his thickening thighs. Under the strain of the thick tail stretching out the back, the material tore in three.

As soon as he had shed his boxers, the tip of Trevor's tail dangling into the cold toilet water, Thomas practically jumped up against his groin, webbed hands sliding through the fur in his chest. Tongue lolling out of the side of his expanding muzzle, Trevor's muscular arms grabbed the otter to turn him around, elongating ears twitching as the fur darkened at the tips. "Yeah," he repeated, voice dropping an octave as he bent horny little Thomas over as he practically bounded off the toilet.

Shoving his muzzle into Thomas' ass, Trevor's changing tongue sliding up and down against the ring as the half-hands, half-kangaroo paws pushed the otter's rear apart. The manly musk, the hoarse groans; Trevor couldn't get enough of it. His pubic mound dripped with his body's lubricant, tongue pushing in and out of the hole. "Just got to get it nice and lubed up," he thought, reassuring his cock, "then we'll have some fun."

Thomas reached around, stretching his rear apart, freeing Trevor's hands to grab his dangling balls off of his cock with one hand, and guiding his cock into the wet hole with the other, rubbing his pre-cum over it as added lubrication. He grunted: it took a bit of doing to get it to go in, but when it did, all he could think was, "Wow, holy fuck!"

Trevor had to fight with the ass: his cock kept sliding out, but it felt so good. Thomas seemed to be enjoying it too; he mumbled, "Oh fuck yeah! Fuck my ass!" Trevor reached around the otter's waist, grabbing the thick cock jutting out of the shaft; it was throbbing and dripping, even though it smelled like the otter had just jizzed. His roo nostrils flared, drinking that scent in as his balls slapped up against Thomas' tail.

Trevor's body twitched: his muscles felt like they were thickening, sending a surge through him that overcame the last barrier. With a final hard, deep thrust he pushed into Thomas' tight ass, giving the base of his cock a good squeeze. His eyes rolled up in his head, tongue hanging out of his slack jaw as his balls tightened. Cum blasted out of him, hot and thick and messy, quickly pouring out of the otter's fur-lined ass.

The bathroom mirror had started to defog, and Trevor gave himself a quick look in the mirror as he continued to jack off the otter hanging off the end of his cock. As far as kangaroo-men went, he looked pretty good: nice muscle tone all over, a bit of reddish-brown fur thickening on the top of his head giving him a bit of a buzz-cut look, and some big feet. "And you know what they say about guys with big feet," he thought to himself proudly.

As Thomas panted, and Trevor felt the cock in his hands start to throb in orgasm, he used his foot to open up the door, giving Andy - laden with groceries - a bit of a shock. The kangaroo grinned at him; he could feel his body already gearing up for round two.