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The Easy Way

By Danath

Characters (C) nathan400

Written during Freebies Vol. 67: Dress to Impress Edition Vol. 2! 10/15/17

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The belch echoed across the room, bounced off the television, and drowned out the buzzer signaling the end of the half.

Matt recoiled, drawing his white snout up in disgust.

"Really?" he asked, reaching up to pinch his nose.

The tall, heavy-set bobcat on the recliner next to Matt shrugged.

"Better out than in," Mitchell said, kicking his legs up. The movement caused his gut to wobble beneath his shirt. The athletics-themed logo stretched across the beer belly as he reclined, eyes half-open as the halftime show began.

Matt sighed and moved a large bowl of chips from his pudgy thighs to the end table next to the couch, then swung his legs off the cushions onto the floor.

"Ugh, I ate too much," he said. "Gonna check the fantasy scores."

Mitchell grunted. The bobcat yawned and smacked his lips as a half-empty beer dangled in his paw. "Without Lewison you're toast," he said, wrinkling his nostrils.

Both Matt and Mitchell played football in high school, when both were in very good shape. The wonder years were long past, though as the many years of junk food and cheap beer took their toll soon after they left college. Now both were positively pudgy, far cries from their younger selves.

Mitchell drained the rest of his beer and opened another as Matt clicked around on the laptop, looking for the latest scores.

"Huh," he said, distracted by something other than his team's pathetic point total. "Check this out."

Mitchell rolled across the arm of the lounger, heaving his heavy mass across as Matt half-turned the screen toward him. A picture of fit, muscular people in skimpy clothes appeared on screen, followed by lots of big, screamy text in all caps and different colors, all extolling the virtues of the Meca Fitness System.

"Wassat?" Mitchell asked, peering at the photos.

"Some kind of exercise equipment, supposed to give you the body of your dreams or something."

"Looks like a bunch of wrestling outfits," Mitchell said. The bobcat's ears twitched as he snorted, then fell back into his chair.

"I dunno," Matt said, his face turning thoughtful. "There's been a lot of advances lately. Remember those stories in the paper about a month back about that protein supplement?"

Mitchell's blunt muzzle broke into a wide grin. His whole body jiggled as he laughed in the chair.

"Ha! Those suckers deserved what they got!" he howled. "Oh, that was the funniest shit I've read in years. Protein shakes are bogus, like the coach always said."

Matt shrugged again, not giving in to Mitchell's dismissiveness quite so quickly.

"Well, they've gotta do something," he said. "Last night on the news they said the surgeon general was going to require warnings on certain products like that. To stop misuse."

The bobcat giggled as he settled back down into the chair. The halftime show was nearly over and his attention reverted to the screen.

"Yeah, well, count me out. I don't trust 'em."

"Hmm..."

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A week later, Matt showed up at Mitchell's house at the usual time for the game. He panted as he kicked his foot at the door. Both arms were full, one with a large 24-pack of beer and the other with an even larger box with two large shipping labels pasted on.

Mitchell shouted from somewhere in the house, so Matt dropped the box unceremoniously onto the cement step and opened the door. He disappeared inside, then returned a moment later to pick up the box and close the door. He made his way through the kitchen, stashing the beer minus four cans, and then made his way to the living room where Mitchell was already splayed out in his recliner, apparently asleep but for his black-tipped ears twitching at the words spoken by the pre-game show hosts.

"Check this out. I bought those workout clothes from that ad."

Mitchell glanced over as Matt set the box on the coffee table and opened it, using a claw on his white-furred paw to slice through the tape.

"What ad?"

"Remember, the one I showed up at halftime on the computer?"

Mitchell shrugged. "I don't... wait, was that the thing about those protein shakes?"

"No, it's just workout clothes. Look."

Matt pulled a pile of clothing from the box, but the leg of a pair of sweatpants caught the tape on the edge of the lid, causing the whole thing to tip over onto the floor.

"Whoops... hold on," Matt said, reaching down. As he picked up the box, all the clothes inside tumbled out, along with five different sheets of paper. The wolf grabbed one and scanned it. "Huh, looks like they sent the wrong stuff. Well, our stuff and a bunch of other stuff."

Matt picked out the pieces he thought were the right ones and stuffed the rest back in the box, along with the other shipping forms listing the contents of the packages. He didn't notice the other four papers all had different names.

"See, look: they're special-made, sweat-whisking, super-strong, and guaranteed to be the best workout clothes period."

Mitchell yawned. "Dude, we don't work out. We haven't been to the gym since college."

"I decided it was time we started going again. Come on, Mitchell, aren't you tired of living like this?"

The feline stretched both arms above his head and shifted his bulk in the chair before replying.

"Nope."

Matt shook his head. "Look, just try them on. They've got all sorts of high-tech stuff in these things. If they don't fit or whatever, forget it, but if you like them, we've gotta go to the gym at least twice a week from now on."

Mitchell shrugged, waited a beat, and then made a show of rolling himself forward out of his chair as the springs protested. The bobcat rolled his eyes, thinking this was no more than a passing fad for the out-of-shape wolf.

"Fine, but can we please get this done with before the game starts?" he said.

"Yeah, okay, here, this one is yours," Matt said, squinting at the labels on the different shirts, pants, socks, and underwear. "No, this one is mine, that one is... that's the wrong one, hold on..."

The wolf returned to the box as the bobcat tapped his foot impatiently, both arms resting on the bulk of his belly. After a few more minutes, Matt handed Mitchell a batch of clothes.

"Go try those on and I'll put mine on in the bathroom."

It took only a few minutes for both of them to change. Matt's bushy white tail wagged as he returned to the living room. A pair of tight black pants wrapped around his legs. They were a little on the small side and made of some sort of neoprene-like fabric. By contrast, his dark purple shirt was almost too large, hanging loosely over his belly and sagging around his arms. The underwear was far too large and bunched up under the pants, causing visible wrinkles, while the socks were even larger and barely wrapped around his feet.

"I don't think you gave me the right clothing," Mitchell complained as he walked in a moment after Matt.

The bobcat's chest stretched outwards against a tight shirt with a deep v-neck cut. Thought it looked like cotton, the green fabric felt quite different. It barely came down his belly, leaving most of his stomach hanging out over the matching dark green pants, though these were on the other side of the scale, quite larger than the shirt though made of the same stuff. The underwear was strange too - Mitchell didn't realize they made male underwear without the overlapping fabric in the front. At least his socks sort of fit, though they were fairly large.

"Crap, I must have... hold on..."

Matt turned around and leaned over to rummage through the box of clothes on the coffee table. His tight pants drew even more taut around his hips and rump. Mitchell's eyes widened a bit as a jolt of... something... spread from his belly down into his groin as he looked at his friend's backside.

"I think I gave you... oh, wait, why did they send me... who is... that's... oh, this one goes with that one."

Mitchell's muzzle opened some and he licked his lips, feeling a flush come across his face. The fabric of the clothes stretching across his body didn't feel quite so uncomfortable anymore. In fact, they fit snugly. Perfectly snug. He smoothed a paw across the shirt and looked down, surprised to see it had somehow grown larger and now fit neatly around his prodigious belly.

"Uh... Matt?" he said, glancing upwards towards the white wolf.

Matt looked back at Mitchell over his shoulder, past his hips and rump, which was now not quite so flabby as before. In fact, the wolf's bottom perked up amazingly, round and firm, stretching the black fabric of the workout pants just the right amount. Even the white wolf's coin purse bulged outwards against the fabric between his thick thighs. Mitchell's breath came a little quicker.

"Dude, how'd your shirt... wait... hold on..."

Matt stood up and examined himself. His own shirt now fit snug across his chest and belly. Somehow, the clothes changed to fit the wearer. But it wasn't just the fit that was changing. Matt reached back and squeezed his derriere and gasped. His ass felt great. And so did his stomach. His potbelly was going away, sucking in, smoothing out, while his chest did the opposite.

Mitchell gaped at Matt as a series of changes swept across his own body as well. The bobcat's hips spread, filling the pants in brand new ways until the green fabric sculpted his lower half perfectly, with massive hamstrings and quads, calves flexing, strong and powerful. His rear end could have been cast from marble. The socks around his feet drew tight as they expanded several sizes upwards.

The bobcat's ears laid flat. "Matt! What the hell? This is just like those damn protein shakes in the news!"

Matt grunted helplessly as he tried to pull the clothes off, but it was like trying to grab his own skin.

"I don't know, they sent so many things! I got confused!"

Mitchell's loins lit up like a bonfire and the sudden rush of blood made his strong knees wobble. The feline's round, plush gut drew in, just like Matt's, though not to the point of the cut six-pack the wolf now sported. Instead, Mitchell's belly took on a flatter, washboard appearance. His arousal throbbed against the inside of his underwear which, he was now realizing, were not meant for males at all. The bobcat's white chest-fur floofed outwards as his chest swelled. He wrapped his paws around the bumps of the fat nipples at the cap of each heavy breast and moaned, suddenly aching with need. A hormone rush tore through him, spiking his lust as the changes accelerated.

Matt dropped to his knees between the coffee table and the couch, in no better condition than the bobcat, who barely managed to keep his feet. The white wolf's stomach twitched and flexed, hardening, going from a six-pack to an amazing eight-pack of pure muscle. The incredible tone of the wolf's body spread across his sides and back, up his shoulders and across his arms, filling out the shirt and easily supporting the incredible set of breasts straining outwards against the fabric.

The wolf's eyes widened as he realized what was going to happen next.

The underwear.

It was at least three sizes too big.

Matt howled as his hips audibly thwumped outwards in all directions, knocking the coffeetable to the side and forcing the couch to slide the other direction. His tail curled up as his rump expanded, further and further, as the black pants somehow stretched to accommodate his growing hips. The shelf-like rear end jutted out magnificently as he panted and moaned. The wolf's ass wasn't the only thing growing: in the front, his packed sheath bulged lewdly through the black fabric, thick as a coffee can, while a pair of softball-sized testicles pushed back between his thighs, under his thick rear.

The white wolf's chest continued to fill out the oversized shirt as he leaned forward on the floor, legs spreading as his heavy rump twitched and jiggled. The wolf's semi-hard maleness ground against the floor, as thick as both of his wrists put together. Matt's arms squeezed into the sides of his chest, pressing his heavy breasts together as he moaned aloud with urgent need.

Mitchell's lips quivered, plumping up. His thick erection throbbed, curling outwards, hard and big, much bigger around then before. The bobcat's muscular legs carried him easily towards the prone wolf on the floor, until he was pressing up against the other male, heat building in his loins. Both cried out in unison as they experienced a near-simultaneous blast of pleasure between their thighs announcing the arrival of their extra bits.

"Nnnggggg... Matt... I'm gonna... kill you... for this!" Mitchell gasped, though the way shi ground hir hips forward between the firm cheeks of the wolf's massive, tight rump suggested shi'd do something else first.

"Just... shut up... and... nnngggggg... fuck me!" Matt cried out, as the last vestiges of control left the moaning wolf. Shi pushed back against the bobcat, desperate for him now.

But the clothes prevented much more than rubbing as the two continued to grow and change for nearly an hour. A solid sixty minutes of edging, unable to cum, to satisfy that near violent urge, as the clothing added muscle and muscle and muscle, converting all their flabby fat into mountains of strength.

Mitchell's legs could bench cars by this point, though shi'd actually lost a few inches in height. Short, squat, with a sac that hung nearly to hir knees, the bobcat's flexing arousal spat cups of pre-cum inside the magical workout pants, which whisked away all that seed to feed into hir changes. Hir chest arrayed nicely in the shirt, displaying plenty of white-furred cleavage from hir triple-Ds. A hard washboard belly flexed in the shadow of hir heavy, broad breasts, supported by amazing shoulders and arms, which were currently being used to squeeze Matt's oversized ass around the bobcat's equally oversized shaft.

Matt's hips were a thing of legend, combined with thick thighs and calves. Hir oversized package lewdly stretched away from hir hips, still semi-hard in the large underwear meant for a much, much bigger male than hir. The wolf's bowling ball-sized nuts did their best to occupy the space, together with a white-furred sheath almost as thick around as one of Matt's incredible biceps, and the length could stretch clear across the wolf's chest laid flat, several feet by now and still soft.

The over-muscled, over-heated herms ground together as the hour came to a close. The game played out on the television, but neither could tell the score. Each focused only on their pleasure as the heat drove their brains wild. The urge to seed overtook them both, turning them for the moment into little more than wild, rutting animals.

Their heaving forms rolled to the side, crushing the coffee table as though it were made of balsa. Muscles continued to grow and flex and stretch the fabric as the sixtieth minute passed, although now there was no more give. The workout clothes reached their limits and nearly burst apart into fragments from the hulking herms. Mitchell's keening wail intensified as shi took the newfound freedom to immediately plunge hir arousal between the wolf's rump cheeks, deeper and deeper between those hard and flexing balls of muscle, until shi was inside the former male, deep and thick and warm and hot and humping and thrusting and groaning until...

The television did not survive. Little in the room would. The wolf and bobcat trashed the house throughout the night, slamming into walls and destroying whatever furniture they chose to fuck on next. There was no cuddling or gentle foreplay as their unleashed hormones ran their course. Neighbors called the police, police took one look and called the government, and the scientists decided it was best to just let this whole thing play out from well over there, thank you very much.

The sun was high in the sky by the time the two exhausted herms managed to tired each other out. Mitchell lay flat on hir back, tits spreading to the sides, huge cock laying flat against hir belly and up to near hir collarbone. Thick cum rolled off hir body, pooling in the crevices of hir muscular torso, soaking hir fur to the skin.

Matt was in no better shape, though laying flat on hir back he was nearly as tall as shi was standing, especially with the overgrown balls and sheath spreading hir legs to the sides. Most of the many dozens of gallons of cum washing across the floor were hirs - what didn't end up inside Mitchell, anyways.

Neither spoke as they roused themselves, showered, and faced the music: Mitchell's house was already sealed in plastic from the outside and hazmat specialists gawked at the two as they collected samples of the destroyed clothing. Matt and Mitchell sat meekly on two miraculously unbroken chairs in the kitchen.

"Two things," Mitchell said, waving a large finger at Matt. "No, three things. First, you fucking suck. Second, since you ruined my house, I'm staying at yours indefinitely. And third... uh..."

Mitchell's voice trailed off as the third thing was forgotten. Hir eyes narrowed on Matt's plush chest, fat pink nipples and oversized sheath dangling off the edge of the seat of the chair.

Matt grinned, though that faded when someone in a hazmat suit approached them.

"Good news! You're not contagious!" the hazmat suit said. A hand reached up and wiped away the fog on the inside of the plastic, revealing the face of a brown otter. "We'll still clean all this up to avoid having it go in the local sewer. The house will be removed and all the dirt down two feet. We'll do our best to save any property, Mr. Smith, but no promises."

"Great, just fucking great," Mitchell muttered.

"On the plus side," the otter continued, "you two appear perfectly healthy and the blood draws show your hormone levels returning to normal already. So no more episodes, huh?"

The otter was, in the view of both hyper-muscular herms, far too cheerful.

"And anyways, you shouldn't be too worried about losing your house. If you look out the window, you'll see a limo with the first of many offers that are going to come your way," the otter said. "I worked the protein shake case a few months ago, same thing happened then, now that guy - or girl, whatever - is living the good life on a beach somewhere. Anyways, you two can leave through the decontamination shower any time. We'll take it from here."

In a daze, both reeling as the reality of their permanent alterations set in, Mitchell and Matt exited the house draped in large emergency blankets provided after they exited the portable chemical showers attached to the house. Mitchell's nose crinkled at the smell.

The two formerly out-of-shape males glanced back at the swarm of people quickly demolishing Mitchell's house from the top down, then shrugged at each other and started walking towards Matt's place. The limo followed along behind for a moment before pulling up.

The bobcat and wolf shared a glance at each other's muscular new bodies. Matt's tail gave a wag.

"Okay, just one thing before we go film whatever pervy shit you want us to film," Mitchell grunted, leaning over into the limo to stare down its occupant. "Who won last night's game?"

The end.