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James shuffled through the frat party trying his best not to spill his drink. It wasn't exactly shoulder-to-shoulder, but with everyone inebriated, it was hard to move anywhere without someone bumping into you. The otter had just gotten through RUSH week and was a proud pledge at Zeta Theta Lambda, mostly the “productive" jock frat where people still maintained grades but were more on the himbo side.

James himself was studying biology while also working on his figure. He was leaner compared to the more muscled football and general body building makeup of the frat and it seems over time the more senior members tended to bulk up. The frat president, Barry, a hybrid zebra, Doberman was particularly the largest of the group and seemed to tease James about his small stature whenever he got the chance.

The theme of the party was 'bros night' and jock straps were the dress code. To say the least most of the men at the frat had at least a bisexual tendency and James was struggling to not tent out his own pouch glancing at the under-sized jocks some had deliberately selected to leave little to the imagination. The canine's all seemed to have strong outlines of their heavy nuts and plump sheaths outlined heavily under their sporty loincloths. The stallions, zebras, and other equines sometimes just gave up and let their cocks slip out to the side. Jame's own jock was well filled given his smaller build and he was struggling not to dampen it with pre by focusing on his drinks and conversation.

At the moment, James was headed back to the bar to try to get himself another round, but he was interrupted by a booming voice.

“PLEDGES CIRCLE UP! IT'S PICTURE TIME!", Barry bellowed from the lounge where they had their meetings.

Jame's ears perked and he quickly set his drink down and shuffled into the room. The flow of his rowdy brothers was hard to make headway in. James knew there were likely some hazing rituals ahead, but he was anxious about what they may be. At another frat pledges would be paired with their “frat dad" and basically be a cum dump for them and whoever they invited under their tails for the entire semester. The passing thought gave the otter a tinge of arousal, he tried his best to suppress as he entered the room.

The couches had been shuffled to the edges of the room and the more senior frat brothers had clustered around the walls, leaving a nice open area in the middle for the pledges to form a circle, Barry standing in the middle. In his hand he had a retro polaroid camera and a mischievous grin. James found a spot for him to join the circle and shivered a little in anticipation.

“Welcome to Zeta Theta Lambda! As you may have guessed from the party theme, we have a special appreciation for the male physique. Jocks aren't only the dress code for this party but expected attire for all pledges the entire semester! Inside our doors that's the only thing you'll be wearing so we can appreciate our new brothers! Outside our halls we all sport them should we want to 'appreciate' each other if the heat of the moment calls, right guys?" Barry asked the room.

The other brothers cheered back in response, some whistling out, and a few rather sharp slaps could be heard from brothers 'appreciating' an exposed ass within reach. The pledges all shuffled around a bit. Some were anxious, some were confident, and James was feeling the exposure to knowing the jock he was wearing would be his uniform for his new brothers for the rest of the semester.

“But, as a first step in joining our frat we want to see just how much you appreciate the male physique! Particularly how much you appreciate your frat president!" Barry boomed, grinning widely.

An unspoken command had been acknowledged by the room and some of the fraternity brothers moved from the crowd at the edges of the room behind the pledges. James noticed Garth, a rather bara brown bear he'd been teased by at the bar just tonight coming up behind him and laying a heavy palm on his right shoulder. “Hey water pup…" he teased in a deep voice. James felt his round body builder gut press against his back and his firm jock pouch rest just on top of his tail, the balls heavy and shifting in their sack a little.

“Pledges, lose your jocks! Behind you are your pledge masters! They're going to be with you every second, you're a part of these pledge rituals! Pledge masters! You know what to do!" Barry commanded.

A swift tug of Garth's hands and James felt his jock slide past his thighs. His sheath immediately felt the warm humid air of the packed room and he looked around as the other pledges reacted in surprise, embarrassment, confusion and a few more confident demeanors. Looking around he also noticed some of the other pledge master's taking their own jocks off, a horse behind Tim, a fox pledge quickly flipping the pouch over the fox's muzzle and twisting the straps with his fist behind his head, tightening it like a mask.

Having only seconds to register this, James didn't notice the musky cup of Garth's jock flipping over his own muzzle, the otter stiffening as it tightened around his face. The strong musk forced an involuntary whimper from him enhanced by the feeling of Garth's heavy nuts and now exposed cock pressing into his lower back. The other pledges similarly had different reactions, whimpers, growls, a few moans, and grunts. The audience that was still outside of the circle of pledges and master's had a mix of laughter and grunts. The smell of arousal started to rise in the confines of the room.

“Now don't feel ashamed if the smell of your pledge master is turning you into a little sub. We want any brother amongst us to enjoy themselves as they enjoy other men. However, we do have some challenges we like to perform to ensure only the best brothers among us graduate from pledge to full brotherhood!" Barry continued.

The pledge master's continued too. Garth's arm reached around and firmly embraced the otter to his belly, rubbing over his pecs and belly firmly and rumbling in his ear. “Don't worry water pup, this is going to be fun…" Garth reassured in a still dominant tone.

James watched as some of the other pledges got the same treatment. Hands seemed to roam looking for sensitive spots over their chests, bellies, thighs, and every pledge getting their rumps a firm grope. There was a shared experience starting to merge amongst the pledges; their demeanors seeming to fall in a trance from the smell of their master's musk and the massages they were getting. As they all fell into an aroused calm the pledge master's hands also roamed down and started kneading their groins.

James moaned when Garth's hand found his sheath. His paw was easily large enough to palm his whole package, and he kneaded it like a stress ball firmly but not roughly, pleasure shuddering through the otter, “Good pup…now pay attention to Barry…"

Looking up James witnessed the zebra hybrid stepping out of his jock and exposing his groin. Outside of the horse cock that was starting to emerge from his sheath, he was more dog than zebra. His thick muscles strained under his pelt and where Doberman spots normally outlined brown patches of fur, he had patches of stripes and white fur instead. His tail was short, docked, but very thick for a Doberman, a flourish of stripes on its underside matching the pattern of stripes coming from between his muscular rump cheeks and fading around the curve of his ass. His head and ears were very Doberman in shape, his ears having accents of stripes running up the back, but his muzzle squared out into a more equine snout and grin. He turned around the room like a male stripper as he eyed the pledges, his hoofs shaking the floor with his bulk as his hand began pawing his cock to full attention.

“Pledges, you need to look at me and especially this cock. You need to appreciate who your brothers voted in as their president. Your master's are going to give you some encouragement and they've practiced making sure they pace themselves together, but I want your full attention on me! The first one of you to cum gets the honor of submitting to this cock!" Barry declared in a rather mischievous tone, accented by the first pearl of precum forming and drooling down his nearly 2-foot shaft, hitting the medial ring and dripping to the floor with an audible wet plop.

Jame's had started obeying the president's orders before Barry had finished his monologue. The first pearl of pre was followed soon by a steady flow and the otter watched it through shallow breaths through the musky fabric of Garth's jock. Barry's shaft slickened as his paw spread it up and down his length with each stroke. His leathery sheath and sack started to glisten as it welled up at the base of his shaft and spilled over the edge of his sheath like a dam overspilling down over his balls.

Jame's arousal was quickly exposed, and Garth didn't hesitate to start stroking over his shaft. Looking around he saw the pledge master's hands in sync, pumping each pledge's cock in-step, the other pledges also tranced on Barry's form and the cock they may have to submit to. “Eyes forward water pup…or you might end up forfeiting this challenge and I want to get under your tail plenty this semester and wouldn't want Barry to destroy you with that cock before I get a chance…" Garth growled with a grin, gripping Jame's muzzle with his free hand and forcing him to look at the menacing shaft in front of him.

“You may be wondering why I'm not using both paws on this massive cock and why I'm so keen on keeping this camera on hand… Well, we don't want to forget what our pledge's faces look like while they're nutting their brains out thinking about my dick and what it'll do to them right boys!?" Barry asked the room.

The room did erupt in more cheers, but they were also mixed with some strong moans and some subtle whimpers from the other brothers. Jame's eyes were fixated on the head which looked like it was flaring, the cum slit seeming to dilate open as more pre started to flow out than before. The heavy plops of pre slapping the floor turned into a continuous drool off the underside of his heavy nuts hanging halfway down his muscular thighs. The smell of the zebra's arousal was also starting to fill his senses, the musk of his pledge master and the rest of the room's growing arousal fighting for his attention. James wasn't sure if he'd last long.

Barry seemed to sense some of the pledges were getting closer to expressing their appreciation for him and he lowered his cock until his flared head was at eye level for all in the circle. He gave a very deliberate stroke aiming at a wolf getting molested by a bull and his flare pulsed, sending a jet of pre slathering the wolf's face, and streaking the bull's as well. The wolf let out a rough moan as his knot popped free of his sheath and the bull grinned, his long tongue helping itself to savor the gift slathered over his face by Barry.

Barry continued to perform the same deliberate stroke, painting each muzzle with his pre as he went, the room starting to get tense as some reacted more strongly than others. Soon Barry was aiming his cock at the husky to his left, knot already out and squirming as the gator behind him squeezed moved his slickened palm over his shaft. Barry's cock flared and painted him, the otter wincing as he felt a tinge familiar to his mind of his orgasm building. The husky seemed to be in the same dilemma as his knot pulsed bigger visibly from the act. “He may pop soon hey pup…better hold out for me…" Garth growled in the otter's ear.

James was getting exasperated that he might be the first to cum as his eyes followed the flared head as it aimed at his muzzle. He watched as Barry moved his hand to just behind the flared head and then gripped pulling back sharply. Time slowed as the otter watched his cum slit widen and then a flood of pre hit him in the face roughly, the amount larger than the first shot across the wolf's muzzle as the zebra became more aroused by the ritual's progression. Garth was also more marked than any pledge master ahead of him, “Fuck yeah Barry, that painted my pup good!"

James started to feal his pleasure building, panting the strong zebra scent in through the jock, tasting it on his lips, and feeling it soak into his fur warming his body in the already heavy atmosphere of the room. Garth kept his deliberate ritualistic pace and felt him tensing, growling in his ear “Try to hold back pup, I'm not stopping so it's up to you…that husky might be done soon and that tiger next to us seems like he's close too…"

Jame's opened his eyes after having winced them shut getting his face slathered in pre, panting heavier as his orgasm built, looking over at the cock that just marked him as a pledge. The tiger was panting in pace, his cock jetting pre with every stroke of the stag behind him. He was the largest of the pledges, taller than his pledge master and the heaviest of their builds. Despite that he seemed the most desperate, eyes widening as he watched Barry stroke his hand up and then down his shaft, his flare pulsing bigger than any pledge before him.

The wet, strong, heavy plap of pre hitting his face sent a subtle moan throughout the room. The tiger gasped, eyes winced shut but then popping open rolled back in his head, chanting in a deep but submissive desperation, “Oh fuck… OH fuck..! OH FUCK!!!!" The stag grinned and stroked one more hard stroke down as the tiger's cock erupted, painting Barry's balls and thighs with a strong explosion of cum.

“We have a winner!" Barry rumbled low but loud enough to hush the entire room, a bright flash from the polaroid wincing everyone's eyes shut in the dark room. The paw stroking Jame's cock paused and seemed to stop, mercifully in time before he went over the edge himself watching the tiger give into his lust.

Jame's eyes finally peeked open, his vision adjusting, seeing the Tiger tense and jet another healthy load of cum against the zebra's balls. The silence in the room was deep though except the Tiger's moans, and Jame's eyes drifted to take in the next moment.

The tiger's head was craned back, the stag's jock still tightened around his muzzle by a fist gripping the straps tight, and his body was arched back in the throws or ogasm. Barry's expression had shifted to a very aggressive and malicious smile and the stag seemed to be taking a long look at his tiger pledge. Before the next rope of cum left the tiger's cock Barry uttered a single word, “Submit…" before the stag shoved the tiger's jock-muzzled face forward into the head of Barry's cock, his piss slit yawning open and taking in the tiger's face back past his eyes leaving just his ears exposed.

The cat's cock jumped and shot another wad of cum against the Zebra's shins and the floor having his balance compromised by the stag's assertive shove. A moment later Barry let out a strong grunt as his cock flexed in a ripple starting at the flare and moving down all the way to his balls, which seemed to now pulse with his cock. With the flex the tiger's head disappeared getting sucked down to his shoulders.

The pledges started to realize what was happening and stood frozen in astonishment. At the same time the pledge master's seemed to react together in an unspoken agreement and resumed their paced strokes over their pledge's cocks. James writhed in Garth's strong embrace as he watched the Tiger unload another heavy rope across the floor, a muffled moan coming from the bulge in the shaft that sunk another foot further as Barry's cock swallowed over the tiger's shoulders, pinning them to his sides.

“Lift him up…" Barry ordered, the stag, releasing the tiger's cock with his paw and moving in front of him. Resting his hands on the shuddering thighs the greedy stag took the opportunity to sink his muzzle to the hilt of the tiger's groin before pushing forward and military pressing his legs into the air. The tiger's nuts shuddered, releasing another heavy jet of cum into the stag's muzzle, his cheeks bulging and lips spurting from the force of it as Barry continued to pull the tiger in.

James was still speechless but also felt his pleasure building faster than before watching his fellow pledge get consumed by such a menacing figure, Barry's expression showing strong pleasure and pride watching the tiger's form disappear into his shaft. His cock pulled rhythmically, pulling the tiger into to his navel, the stag sucking his cock for every drop he could get greedily, his belly plumping visibly from his efforts. The equine shaft sucked the tiger down to his hips and the stag finally released the tiger's length, pushing the cat's thighs up to a full extension. The tiger started to kick, but it seemed less of a struggle and more the throws of pleasure as his cock erupted larger and larger ropes over his pledge master's face and body.

James felt his orgasm starting to build again as he watched Barry pull the tiger deeper, pinning his cock between his thighs, a rope of his cum arcing up from the stag's body all the way to the ceiling, painting several of the brothers watching in the wings, many of them edging themselves watching the spectacle.

“Condom…" Barry ordered with a belabored bellow, summoning a black stallion, Vance, equally bulky as the bear molesting James, who raised a large condom up, gripping the Tiger's ankles together roughly, and rolling it down over what was left exposed of his body. Another strong tug from Barry's cock made the tiger's thighs disappear, the stag releasing his pledge and slumping down to the floor, leaving an outline of the tiger's body fully stretched out in the equine cum tube he'd been sucked into, louder and louder moans coming from within. Vance continued to roll the condom down over Barry's shaft as the stag began stroking his own cock in a trance watching his pledge sink further.

“Time to turn the kitty into some milk…" Barry growled, gripping the condom as Vance finally rolled to the base of his shaft with his fist, making a strong thrust forward. In an instance the tiger's paws vanished and the bulge that was the tiger swiftly sank down the shaft, Barry's nuts ballooning out in volume as an irregular form filled them.

James couldn't form thoughts. Garth's cock pressed into him and James unconsciously thrust back, feeling the bear give into the moment himself. The otter's eyes watched as the lumpy form of the tiger in Barry's nuts writhed, moans getting surprisingly louder from within. Barry fell to his knees, towering over the stag as his balls smothered his face, leaving only his panting muzzle exposed as his fist started pumping the condom over his shaft.

“Don't miss a moment pup…take it all in!" Garth growled as his pace picked up, the bear clearly on edge himself and his paw pulling James close with every pump of his fist and press of his girth inside him.

Barry's paw continued to pump his shaft, and his face started contorting in pleasure…and something else. His whole body pulsed with his cock and seemed to be growing larger. His muscles expanded subtly, his shaft seemed to get longer and thicker, and with every strong moan, his balls swelled, and the irregular imprints of the tiger seemed to soften. Barry started to grunt and pant louder and lower with every stroke and at the same time the moans started to get softer and more muffled. The stag was gripping his cock with one hand and embracing the sack draped across his face with the other, pressing into it, feeling it swell as the tiger's presence seemed to fade.

Barry finally fell on all fours, towering over the stag, thrusting into his own paw one more time before roaring out shaking the windows and walls of the room. His balls ballooned out and a final moan from inside his sac emanated but quickly faded to nothing before his cock pulsed and a flood of equine cum forced into the condom so hard it threatened to rip it apart. The volume quickly ballooned the tip to the size of a beach ball which slapped down into the lap of the stag beneath Barry's fame, the cervine's cock erupting and painting Barry's abs and pecs with his cum.

Barry's body swelled again, his cock growing, his balls shuddering as another jet of cum erupted into the condom, pinning the stag's cock down to his belly and sending his next heavy rope over his own chest, belly, and coating his panting muzzle completely. The room started erupting in moans as James heard some of the pledges starting to cum, their loads flying in from random angles over Barry's growing frame while the audience of brothers also began to applaud with their collective moans as heavy ropes began to slap against the floor, other brothers watching in the wings, and even the ceiling almost like a fireworks show of spunk.

Barry's grunts turned into heavy growls as the condom ballooned fuller and fuller and his body swelled larger and larger. The stag beneath him moved both his arms to hug the pulsing sac against his face as his own cum started leaking around the swelling condom, soaking the floor.

James couldn't take it anymore, seeing his fraternal president take one of his members so primally and selfishly to build his own form, his orgasm finding it's peak in time with a final thrust from Garth hilting under his tail and flooding his belly with seed. Jame's belly swelled as his cock erupted, his own rope of cum painting over Barry's swelling arms and shoulder as the condom swelled so full it started to press against the otter and bear clutched together in the moment.

No one was left wanting in the room anymore. The heavy humid smell of cum permeated every inch of the room as the floors, walls, ceiling and members of the brotherhood painted every exposed inch in their seed. Some of the pledges had been bent over, shoved to the floor, lifted off the ground, or pulled from the circle to be pressed against the wall or bent over a couch. As James felt his belly swell, he also felt his muscles pulse and his own body shudder larger, the feeling making his cock flex and the next rope of cum hitting Barry hard against the side of his face.

Jame's eyes popped open wide as he realized his muscles were growing. He looked over to see the wolf that was first painted ass-up and sprawled in the cum on the floor, a shudder from his body spraying a wave of cum in the pool below him from his cock followed by a surge in his body as he swelled larger. The otter had little time to process this before he felt his balls swell, tense, his cock pulsing larger before he again roped more cum against Barry's neck.

Every pledge in the room was broken into the brotherhood together in that moment. The lithe form of a fox was now sporting a six-pack, the husky next to Jame's neck veined out and his shoulder swelled with his arms, a bear's pecks swelled out as his belly bulked while showing abs that had been hidden behind pudge just seconds before. Everyone was in the throws of pleasure swelling and unloading together.

Barry roared out in a crescendo as his cock flared larger than any moment before, the condom swelling visibly and his paw paused on his shaft. His cock continued to flex as more and more of the “milk" that was the tiger emptied into the condom.

“You all did well pledges, grow with the brothers around you…" he praised the room.

Garth gripped James feeling every inch of him swell bigger and leaner as he pumped the otter full of his load. “Good water pup…grow for me! Grow for us!"

James's cock continued to erupt painting Barry with all the other pledge's that weren't bent over or shoved to the floor, Barry's form covered head to toe by this point like a muscled monster emerging from their collective extasy. Garth struggled to maintain his grip as he swelled, biting into the otter's muscled neck for grip as he let out a strong growl.

As Barry's cock started to slow its flow of cum into the condom, the room seemed to follow his lead. Jame's felt the mercy of his orgasm slowing, the pulse of Garth's cock subsiding, and the moans of the room starting to lower in intensity but never truly fading. James felt Garth's grip relax into an embrace, his muzzle releasing his neck and licking it clean of cum that had rained down from the ceiling. Looking down, the otter's toned form had changed.

His abs had popped up into well formed ridges compared to their more subtle flatter form. His pecs had swollen obscuring his nipples from view for the first time in his life. He felt his rump more firmly pushing back into Garth's cock and lap having grown larger and stronger. His thighs were more defined and heavier under his frame. Without realizing it, he had embraced Garth's hands with his own, his biceps and forearms showing muscle definition he'd never thought he'd see.

Other pledges were in similar states of disbelief, looking around at each other hilted by their breathless pledge masters. The audience had indulged in their own ways too. Some of them had their cocks still in their hands, cum drooling from their tips in afterglow. A few still holding their cocks had greedily muzzled down on a brother next to them, their throats still gulping idly and their body's pulsing slightly larger with every swallow. A few had been pushed to the walls or into the heavy pool of cum on the floor to be filled by an exasperated companion, their bodies pulsing on the floor with the pledges.

The moment finally sunk in for all, as their attention slowly turned back to the frat president. Barry raised himself up off the floor to his knees, slipping the condom off his cock and in a graceful flourish tied it off, leaving its rounded form resting on top of the stag panting into his afterglow. His eyes never leaving the sight of the condom, Barry reached to the floor and somehow found the polaroid, flicking it mostly clean of cum with a flick of his wrist and gazing into the picture.

“Our tiger pledge earned his honor as a brother tonight. This picture captures that moment. Pledges, as you continue your initiation, remember him. Whether you end up the next president years from now, or you submit to one of your brother's cocks, you will all be brothers…" Barry preached with a deep rumbling voice which finally brought the room to silence.

James looked at the picture, as Barry lowered it to his side to stroke over the condom with a satisfied rumble. Imprinted on the picture was the tiger's expression locked in time. Muzzle slightly parted, jock wetly pressed against his muzzle and nose by the pre-soaked into his fur, eyes rolled back in his head, ears flattened in submission, lost in last moment of pleasure he'd share with the brotherhood.

With that moment of reflection, James finally felt his orgasm slip into afterglow. Barry also took the moment to take the polaroid and slap it onto the condom's tacky surface from all the cum that had been spilled onto it in the moment. The condom shuddered as a wave of energy moved through it from the gesture, stirring up the copious volume within it. A flicker of color caught everyone's eye in the moment as the stag's jock, the last thing the tiger wore before his initiation into the brotherhood was made complete, drifted past where the polaroid was placed accenting the finality of the moment.

James shuddered in his new body around his pledge master's cock…in anticipation…in anxiousness…and…in excitement. He knew now he wanted to join this brotherhood, but he anxiously wondered how he'd finally finish his initiation.