Rich Friends are Awesome
Drew pulled his arms over his head and stretched the muscles backwards. He wrapped his hands around the grey fur on his arms, feeling the heat and pain of his recent exercises. Both his arms and legs were still sore from the last routine two days ago, and yet while he knew working out again today was a terrible idea he still dragged himself to the gym for a workout. It was a conveniently placed gym, only a 3 minute walk from his house. It boasted gymnasium, weightlifting room, treadmill and bike room, and even its own private pool. He enjoyed the facility during the evening hours, usually after the sun goes down, when there were very few people.
He sighed. Always upon reflection he would call himself an anti-social loser for that last reason. There were plenty of reasons why he didn't want to meet people, but he still couldn't shake that accusation out of his head. For one, there were plenty of places in this world where one would go to in order to find what people called "basic desires". The fact was he lived close to the center of an area that strongly supported these "basic desires" for men, while at the same time discouraging women from entering. The area was home to many single bachelors; himself included. He was excited due to a prospect from his father who offered to pay in part for a rent to own house. It was only later he learned of the cruel joke that his father played on him. Even still, the grey furred wolf could have very easily gotten used to living in such a place if only...
This brought Drew to the second reason for his "anti-social" approach. He sighed heavily glancing downward. He let his right paw flop to his crotch, rubbing it gently. The cruel joke his father played on him wasn't the suggestion that he would hate living in such a society, but that he was inadequately equipped for it. For certain reasons, it wasn't feasible for him to top others, and while he could be a bottom that presented issues of its own. He glanced up and down the room and hallway, seeing nobody. He shook his head, as if trying to rattle the current train of thought out of his mind.
He got off of the bench, having rested his feet enough. He noticed the strands of gray fur poking through the white shirt and pulled the shirt from his body. A gust of wind made from the shirt rolled over his face, and he instinctively began to fan himself off. That was when he realizes just how over heated his body was, and shut his mouth. Even though it was only natural for him to cool off by panting, he would be embarrassed if he was caught with his tongue hanging out. He couldn't be 100% certain that nobody was here. Now that his mind was on it though, he realized just how hot his body was. He needed a way to cool off and looked at the single locker room. On the other side was the pool, which had to be filled with cold water. After thinking it over, he figured it wouldn't be too dangerous to take a dip.
Drew pushed the door open and stepped inside. He ducked down one of the empty rows quickly, and fumbled with an empty locker. He peeled off the white shirt and black shorts, tossing them in quickly. He didn't bring valuables with him since it was just across the street, so he only brought those and the red jockstrap that clings to his testicles. Even if he were caught in the pool like this, he'd be fine. There was a sizable enough bulge in the red cloth that it wouldn't cause anyone walking by to ask questions. He reminded himself of this three more times before finding the resolve to pick up the towel and turn around.
Yet all of the resolve in the world would go to waste, since the moment he turned around, he jabbed his stomach onto a giant pole. His eyes zoomed towards the stick bumping up against his gut. Just as he feared, that "pole", that "stick" belonged to another man with grey, smooth skin. Along with a grey shaft running up the pole, it tapered into a bright, rosey red. A small bead of cum pooled from the tip, and stained Drew's fur. Judging from the man's size, and his mass of muscles, whatever species he was had to have given him a natural advantage.
"Hey! Pup. Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to stare?"
Drew twisted his head away, mumbling an apology. He was too terrified to look at the man's face.
"And watch where you're going." The thick statured man said "You just ran into me."
"I'm sorry." Drew murmured. "I didn't see you." It was the truth. He didn't see nor hear another person in the room with him. The man's feet made no footsteps, and although now the smell of his libido hangs heavy in the air, the wolf couldn't even detect another man's scent until that bump. The beast had to have been concealing himself. Waiting for a moment when the wolf would let his guard down, only to pop out and wait for him to unsuspectingly run into his manhood. Even still, he couldn't make that accusation. He continued to apologize not for the hope of getting out of trouble, but because he knew the rest of the story, and had to stick to its script.
"Hey! Look at my face."
Unable to avoid it any longer, Drew brought his eyes to the man's face. Fitting in with being built like a rhino, The man's face jut out sharply, the tip boasting a long grey horn made of bone. Despite the (faked) anger in his eyes, they shone a particularly pretty shade of green.
"I don't think you're actually sorry." The rhino said accusingly. "I think you need to be punished. I'll teach you what it means to have manners."
Drew wanted to sigh, to cry, to do something to show that he wasn't in the mood for this game, but without even any time to hesitate the rhino's hands gripped the back of his head, shoving him downward onto his knees. The thick, throbbing pole banged against his chin. Any chance for escape flew out the window, and he reluctantly opened his mouth. He wrapped his tongue around the thick meat, attacking the glands as heavily as he can. The scent of the rhino was already driving him crazy, and he desperate began to wish that he could just start masturbating then and there. He shut his eyes tightly, trying not to focus on the "task at hand".
"Oh yeah, you don't hold back, do you? Come on, don't go easy on it." The rhino said laughing. He then pushed the wolf's head deeper into his crotch. Drew had no choice but to open his throat up and swallow the head of the cock. He mentally cursed the rhino, but realized his chance. He opened his jaw wider, and pressed his face further in, opening that the massage of his throat muscles would finish the rhino off quickly. To add to that, he slid his tongue across the underside of the rhino's balls, giving each of the oranges a lick and letting them hang in the wetness of his saliva.
The rhino moaned loudly, nearly piercing his ears. He could feel somewhere down in the middle of his body that it was being filled with cum. He rubbed his upper abs, resolving next time to wait until he was home safely before eating dinner. The rhino slowly pulled the thick meat, allowing him the unique feeling of the cock sliding up his throat. When it reached his mouth, he became more aware of the feeling of the heat and texture of his rhino's cum flooding his mouth. It was the same musk he smelt after the ambush, thick, salty, and with a hint of mango. A kind gesture if not for the fact that Drew hated the taste of mangoes.
Freed from the restraint his mouth provided, the rhino's cock went back to it upright position from before. Cum still poured from the front as someone had left the water hose on. It drooled onto the floor and into a nearby drain made specifically to receive messes like these.
"You learn your lesson pretty quick, pup." The rhino said. A grin stretched his face. He wasn't even pretending he had ever been mad anymore. "But you know, it'd be a shame to let this go to waste."
"Well, actually, I have to-" Drew was stammering. He couldn't think of anything, and just stood up. He could feel the soreness in his legs lifting away along with the rest of his body. One of the nicer side effects, but it was still lost on him with his inadequacies. It didn't matter what he was about to say anyways, as the rhino wasn't ready to listen to him just yet.
"How do you feel? Maybe another round of punishment is in order." His grin turned mischievous. Even though he called it a punishment, he left the tone undisguised. While Drew was distracted in his thinking, the cum drooling down the side of the rhino's still bobbing erection was thinning out. It was obvious he wanted another round, but he began to worry about how many rounds the rhino would need.
The wolf was thrown backwards. The metal bench hit the back of his knees and he stumbled into a sitting position. The naked rhino bend down and lifted the wolf's legs, forcing him to lay on his back across the cold bench. He grabbed the thin, fluffy tail and pushed it aside, revealing between the two stretch bands of the jockstrap the ripe, firm cheeks. The rhino unceremoniously pressed his between the cheeks and slowly pushed in. The thick globs of cum more then provided for the lube needed to slide into the anal ring easily. The wolf felt no pain from the sudden stretching, likely due to the previous effects of the cum, and he could feel it rubbing against his insides as if it was programmed to target his prostate. Satisfied that he could fit the entire shaft into the wolf's tight hole, he pulled back and began thrusting. Each thrust was a hard slap against his buttcheeks, and he could feel the rhino's balls hitting against his tail. The rhino didn't hold back, not in length, nor in strength. The fear that he would be stuck here all night grew within Drew's mind. The rhino obviously had no qualms against holding back. He was there to cum as much as he could, and whatever limit there was wasn't going to be reached soon.
The rhino bellowed again, reaching his second orgasm. Cum once again began to flood the wolf's body, this time filling out his colon. His anal ring tightened even harder over the dick, which horrified Drew. He attempted to relax himself but found it impossible. He remembered one of the unique conditions of his body. His body metabolized cum in a strange way - it would directly change into body-fat. Tomorrow, the cum in his stomach would have made him feel a little bit heavier than normal, but with an alarming amount pumped into his intestines - which would digest immediately- began to fill his stomach out.
The rhino pulled out, his erection still maintained. "Man, is your ass greedy or what? I'm so glad I waited." The rhino was smirking, but that smile turned to awe as he was the after effects of the cum. He rubbed the wolf's tummy, and while it still had definition, he was plumper and squishier. After testing the flesh out, the rhino went right back to smirking. "Hey, you're getting a little chubby. How about we make you really fuckable?"
"No, I... I really-" The wolf protested weakly.
"Nah, you enjoy this a lot, don't you? Sorry but when I see this, I can't help but ruin a guy's body."
Before Drew could respond, the rhino thrust his dick back in and went right back to fucking the wolf relentlessly. Even though he couldn't enjoy it fully, the wolf couldn't stop himself from moaning. The Rhino kept thrusting in and out, refusing to stop even after two more orgasms. The wolf cried out, feeling his skin stretching to accommodate the rapidly filling in weight. His stomach lost all definition, his pecs grew out until they squished with flab, and even his arms and legs began to fill. The wolf silently begged for the rhino to pull out, still feeling his insides flooding with cum. Once the Rhino was satisfied, he pulled his dick out, and let the rest of his current orgasm pour into the drain on the floor.
The rhino sat down on the bench next to the wolf, and reach out to rub his stomach. He laughed again. Drew got off the bench, standing upright. His balance was thrown off by the new massive weight in front of him. The rhino reached forward and gave his butt a firm grope, testing its new stretchiness. The wolf glared at him, and for the first time the Rhino's face changed to an earnest sorrowfulness.
"Hey, come on." He egged on. "I know you probably don't want to be fat, but I think fat guys are sexy. You enjoyed it at least, right?"
Drew didn't respond. He just turned his face away.
"Hey, I'm sorry, alright? How many times did you cum anyways?"
Drew just kept staring towards the exit. He shouldn't have decided to go to the pool.
"If it's not enough, I could just jack you off or something." The rhino offered. It seemed like he was just now realizing the gravity of the wolf's feelings. He didn't want to be remembered as a bad experience. He reached around the wolf's waist and cupped his balls through the red fabric. The wolf pushed the hand away, but with a verbal insistence, the rhino had another grab at the underwear and pulled it down. He twisted the wolf around and took a glance at his bare crotch.
"Oh. I-I'm sorry." For the first time, it was the rhino stammering. The wolf blushed hard enough that it tinged his fur. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were getting fucked without a dick."
It was one of his greater shames. The Wolf didn't have a penis of his own. Normally, the pool rules for the gym were clothing optional, but he opted to keep his jockstrap on to disguise this. His balls resting in the red underwear would provide enough of a bulge that people would just assume he was fully equipped. Judging from the rhino's reaction, it probably would have been easier on him to just admit it.
The rhino sat in silence for a moment. Then his face brightened. "I know, how about I give you this?"
The wolf looked over curiously. He wasn't about the turn down anything that even remotely sounded like a gift. He was shocked to see the rhino reaching down, wrapping his hand across the base of his thick shaft. He then twisted the still hard dick, and yanked it away from his body. A squelching, squishy rip resounded though the lockerroom as the rhino ripped his dick straight off of his own body. Just above the rhino's nuts, a red gore hold appeared, surrounded by ripped flesh. A quick smoothing over with his empty hand patted the ripped grey skin over the wound, and it instantly sealed. With the throbbing erection in his hand, the rhino's crotch looked exactly the same as the wolf's did. The wolf held his hand out curiously, and received the dismembered member. Drew looked at him quizzically.
"Go on, take it. As a gift, or an apology." The rhino urged him on.
As if to test it out, the wolf placed the grey end just above his hanging nut sac. The ripped skin then stretched out and latched onto his body, mingling in with the fur. The skin hidden under his thick coat began to merge, connecting the nerves in the dick with his own. A small amount of fur grew around the base of the shaft, wrapped around it naturally as if he had always had it.
"Are you sure?" Drew asked. He couldn't believe his luck. He felt terrible over the fact that he guilt a rhino into giving him his own dick. "Are you certain I can have this?"
"Yeah, you can keep it. Do you have any at home?" The rhino ask trying to be friendly.
"No, I don't. Actually, this is the first one I've had since puberty."
"What?" The rhino nearly screamed in shock. "Not even one? That's horrible; you have no idea what you're missing out on."
"But are you su-"
"Yes I'm absolutely positive!" The wolf was cut off. "This is one of my finest dicks, and for someone as good as you, who never even felt the true greatness of fucking, I can't imagine you having anything less."
This perked the wolf's curiosity. "How much did this cost anyways?"
"This one?" The rhino paused and gave it some thought. "This one was ...only fifteen hundred."
One thousand and five hundred. The wolf ran the number through his head. He would have had to have saved up years to splurge on a dick costing that much. Even now, his current savings for a decent dick would only get him a paltry three incher. But here he stands now, for all his troubles, a dick that normally would have bumped against his chest. The extra pounds of stomach block the way, however, bringing it to only up to just over his belly button. He gently rubs the head of the cock, and it throbbed in response.
"Want to give it a run through?" The Rhino asked with all of the tone of a used car salesman. Drew almost jumped at the chance, but stopped himself.
"There's no way I can." Drew said. "I can't do something like that to anyone else."
"No, no, please! It'd ease my conscious. It's only fair, right?"
Drew just shook his head. "Just this is more than enough. Maybe some other time?"
The Rhino's face lit up at that. He was reserved about letting the man get closer to him, but that seemed the simplest way to move on from the conversation.
"So, we can trade phone numbers?" The rhino asked.
Drew stumbled in his words before admitting "I don't have my phone." The rhino looked dejected, so he had to think of something else. "-but why don't you come over sometime this week? My house is close by."
"Oh? Where?" The rhino asked excitedly
"Well, if you take a left out of the parking lot, and turn right, my house is right there. Second from the corner on the left. It's the green and blue one."
"Oh! That's really close, isn't it?"
"Yeah" Drew sighed. "That's why I didn't bring anything."
"Well then..." The rhino paused, obviously reluctant to let Drew go. He thought for a moment before realizing. "I never asked your name, did I?"
"My name's Andrew."
The Rhino grinned sheepishly. "Well, Andy, My name's Jack! Jack the Rhino!" He brought his face closer to Drew's and gave a sly wink. "As in that's exactly what you should do if you see me with an erection!"
Drew covered his muzzle, trying not to show signs of laughter. "So, I'll see you ...?"
"Tomorrow" Jack answered. "You're not busy, right?"
"I've got no other plans" Drew admitted.
"Alright then. Tomorrow, Andy!"
Finally the rhino backed down and turned towards a locker filled with clothes, bags, and other odds and ins. The wolf reached down and pulled up his jockstrap. It felt weird having something in the way for the first time in his life. He had gotten used to always wearing something over his waist. Fortunately, underwear was commonly made with a special silk. It had unique properties that most other clothes didn't have in that it was suited to stretching over body parts in a unique way. No other substance was so accommodating, that people would often mistake it for some sort of super-latex. It always had a soft, slick feel that comforted Drew. He pulled the waistband far up, glad that there was no cloth going into his crack as it stretched. After finally reaching over the tip of his new 'best friend' he let it snap. It hugged against his hipline as usual, and he nearly cooed watching the absurdly sized bulge bounding around as he tested his movement. He smiled to himself, and admitted that letting the rhino know where he lived was worth whatever trouble he might cause.
Drew finally emerged into his destination: The pool. Without even a pause, he leapt into the cooling waters. He had waited too long for this, and though he wasn't given much time to think of it, having sex that many times before he could even take a dip probably made the experience more painful than it usually was. He breathed deeply, allowing his body float. He never really enjoyed how his body reacted this way, and though he'd return to normal overnight, it was still hard to handle. He would still have to walk home with this weight. 'Never once' he thought to himself 'did I appreciate being this large.'
"Hey, Fatso!" a deep voice yelled from the edge of the pool. Drew's peaceful expression soured, and he stood up in the water. "Hey, you do realize this pool is for members only!"
The man yelling was a Crocodile, or alligator. He was wearing a plain white shirt and red shorts. On the shirt, a nametag with "Derek" was written across it. He was probably the lifeguard or something, but his scowling and grumpy looking face made Drew want to argue against that theory.
"I am a member." Drew said
"Oh yeah? For how long? With a belly like that, it's hard to believe you've done any work in your life."
"It's a body condition." Drew trailed off in his explanation. He was honestly tired of people getting the way of his relaxation.
"Well, can I see your ID then?" The Croc asked. Drew sighed in response. He could prove it, but he'd have to drag the life guard to the entrance desk to do so. He walked to the shallow end of the pool and walked up the stairs. He turned towards the lifeguard and opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted.
"Hey! Watch where you're pointing that. You could murder somebody with that."
Drew looked down and remembered that he was still equipped with his massive rod. It was probably inappropriate to wield it in a pool, but he had hoped to relax alone and it felt like a waste to put it away so soon after he got it. The wolf then smiled mischievously. Yes, it was a waste to have done that after all.
"There's no need for that. I'm glad you're so impressed." Drew said with a cocky tone.
"Impressed isn't the right word." The gator scoffed "Honestly, why does every part of you have to be so big."
Drew stood in front of Derek. He couldn't help but smile. He stood a full half-foot over the gator, forcing him to choose between looking down at the wolf's dick and up at his face. The gator's scales shone a pink color, as he settled for looking towards the building's windows.
"If you're worried about that why don't we see how big you are?" Drew said. He definitely wanted to continue the distraction in order to see how much he can punish the gator for interrupting him. Without warning, drew grabbed the red shorts, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping them. He pulled them wide open. While they no longer hugged his waist, the shorts remained where they were, held up by his thick tail. More surprising was that his crotch was also bare. "No, not bare" he said to himself. Instead of finding a dick, or even a set of nuts, all that was there was a long, vertical slit.
"Ha!" the wolf shouted. "And you accuse me of not being a member of the gym. You do realize women aren't supposed to be in this city."
"Shut up!" the gator snapped, louder than ever. "I'm not a woman, god damn it. It's called a cloaca!"
"Oh?" The wolf asked mockingly. "So where's your dick then?"
"It's inside, you retard. I'm not as disgusting as you, waving it around like some dumb dog." The gator covered himself with his hands, forgetting to wrestle the use of his shorts back. The wolf just smirked at this response. After all, if he does have a penis...
"Well then, let's see it. Lets see if you really are a man."
The gator shook his head. "I-I'm not going to..."
Drew wasn't impressed by his stuttering half-response. "Well in that case, I might as well treat you like a woman." Before the gator can respond, he pulled the leg on his jockstrap up and over his erection, letting both it and his nuts hang out. He could feel the gator almost squeaking in response. He pressed his erection against the crotch, rubbing up and down the slit until it was lubricated with his slick precum. The gator stopped arguing, holding in his breath instead.
Drew's body trembled. This was his first time. This was, in a way, him losing his virginity. He pressed his dick into the slit. The pressure against his member caused him to shiver. As he pressed more in, the body heat surrounding his member caused a feeling that gave him the mental image of lava. But this heat was a good one. It warmed his nerves, causing them to open up, allowing more of the pleasuring feeling to enter. Whatever the gator said, if he said anything, was pointless. His mind was gone, unable to feel, hear, or see anything beyond the flood of pleasure. Some time passed, and he began to notice that he was thrusting wildly, greedily trying to increase his pleasure. Suddenly, he stopped- he felt his dick flooding, pumping cum out in massive quantities. Yet another form of relief, one more powerful than he had known before, washed over him as his hose was pumping. His mind calmed down, yet he could still feel the fluid pouring out of his hose. It finally slowed to a trickle, and Drew looked down to the gator's face. He was panting, out of breath. He still scowled, causing Drew to wonder if it was a permanent feature of his face. Still, in spite of that look, he could tell from the gator's eyes that the moment would not go unappreciated.
He looked downward to admire the handiwork he pulled on the gator's body. He was surprised to find that the front of the gator's body had a long, thick tube of a bulge. He squeezed the bulge to find that it was indeed his dick, still buried in his body. It stretched forward enough that he could, if he had decided to, jack himself off through the scales.
Drew looked at Derek's face questioningly. Derek knew, either instinctively or from experience, what he was about to ask.
"It's because I already have a dick in there." Derek explained. "It's not built to house two. Especially not your huge freaking thing."
Drew smiled at the compliment. He was starting to get the hang of how the gator expressed himself. "This is kind of sexy, though. How about another go?"
The gator took a sidelong glance. Before if occurred to the wolf to find what he was looking at, Derek simply said "Can't."
Drew pulled himself away from the gator, and he stood up.
"It's almost ten. The gym closes in a few minutes." The lifeguard explained.
Drew's eyes darted for the clock. "Oh, for the love of... It's only suppose to be eight right now!"
"You came in at about 9:30, actually."
Drew ran the numbers in his head. He really must have wasted a lot of time with the rhino, and then now.
"Come on." The gator said. "It's better if I close up now."
Drew shuffled himself into the locker room again. It was completely empty this time. He pulled his clothes out put them on. The shirt he had trouble pulling over his stomach, and opted to leave his hanging gut exposed. His jockstrap was once again pulled over his dick, but the pants left no room for that. He finally settled on buttoning it over his cock, but leaving the zipper open. He took a look at his new self, and concluded that he looked like a fat rapist. He sigh, embarrassed, but decided that at the very least, if he was caught hopefully they would just masturbate to the mental image.
"Come on."
The wolf tuned around. The gator was right behind him. He still hadn't buttoned his shorts. His slit still dripped with the wolf's cum. Behind him was a large fur cloak that he wrapped around his shoulders. Cloaks were surprisingly popular for their ability to turn into makeshift beds.
The wolf quietly made his way to the entrance. A brown fox at the desk nodded to him, and the gator following behind. The fox then looked up from his reading material. From what I could see of it, it seemed to be a bondage themed porn mag.
"Hey, Derek, if you've got plans to entertain, you might as well do it here. I don't mind waiting." The fox offered.
"Nah." The gator replied. "If I'm getting raped, It might as well be in the streets like normal."
"Okay then." The fox said, shrugging.
The both of them stepped outside. The lights in the building became just dim enough for a person to look around in, and Drew saw the fox turning a dial on the door.
It was a cold, winter day. Snow shoved off into piles on the sides of the parking lot and roads. The remaining water droplets in his fur began to freeze. It occurred to Drew that he never really needed to take a dip in the pool to cool down. He pushed that thought away. He gained too much to complain about how bothersome it was.
"Well, what do you want? It's cold out here so hurry up."
Drew took the offer and thought it over. "Hey..." He said, trying to decide. "How about I take you to my place? It's right over there." Drew pointed towards the blue and green house on the other side of the corner. He looked at the gator's expression, still scowling. However, the gator shrugged. He must have figured that at the very least, it would be warmer.
Drew took the shrug as a confirmation. "Alright then, let's go."
"Hey." The gator stopped him. He hummed in hesitation, but finally asked. "What's your name?"
"Andrew."
"Hmm. Andy. My name's Derek."
"Yeah, I saw." Drew said, pointing to his chest. The nametag was no longer there, but he understood the meaning.
"So, do you invite a lot of people to your place, Andy?"
Drew shook his head. "I only started today."
"I see." Derek said. He didn't continue his questioning, and Drew was thankful for that. There really was only one reason why he started to invite others over. He patted that reason on the head, and it throbbed in return. Drew smiled, and they began walking down the street.