Craig Cougar
Craig tried not to look too bored watching the scenery go by on the other side of his window, but he doubted he'd succeeded - indeed, he didn't even care either way if he did or not. Not that there was a whole lot he was missing - the rain was coming down with enough force to make everything just sort of blurry and grey, dark enough that his mom was leaning over the wheel as she drove, squinting to try and make out the lines in the road.
The cougar was a teen, at seventeen he was just entering manhood, and was being forced to change schools in the middle of the school year - a dreadful tragedy for most teens, to be sure.
It wasn't like he had a large amount of friends he was leaving behind - he'd always been shy and awkward in school and difficult to approach, even if he was horrible looking - what with a handsome face an a lean yet fit body he could probably have hordes drooling after him. However, he always kept his head ducked, with his sandy hair falling into his face, thick glasses hiding his eyes, and the clothes he wore were baggy and shapeless.
No, the biggest worry he had was of a more... personal nature.
His previous High School only had gym as a requirement for Freshman year, something he thought was a Godsend the first time he'd had to take a shower at the end of class and his greatest shame was laid bare for his classmates to see - he had a small dick.
'Not just small,' a snide part of his mind sneered. 'Tiny, miniscule, hardly noticeable except in certain lights.' Indeed, while his endowment wasn't *quite* that small, at a little under two inches soft, and a whopping three inches long, he'd seen pinky fingers bigger.
It didn't take long for the subtle glances around at the other boys to turn into outright staring as everyone took in his tiny wonder, and then when they stated to file out the guys told the girls, who told their friends, and pretty soon everyone knew just what he *wasn't* packing.
And then the teasing started.
Craig found out not long ago that his new school required gym every year, and another scene like in the shower room three years ago was just a matter of time, he knew.
A triumphant, "Aha!" From the other side of the car brought him back to the present as his mother turned the car up the driveway to their new house - a cozy single-storey place. There weren't that many neighbors - the houses were widely spaced, and the backyard faded into a wooded area that Craig just *knew* was full of poison ivy and a breeding ground for mosquitoes.
His mom let out a content breath, turning the car off and leaning back in her seat with a smile. "It's not so bad, is it?" She asked, sensing his bad mood.
Craig shrugged and unbuckled his belt. "I'm going to go look around the trees," he said. As soon as the words were out of his mouth he'd grabbed the door handle and swung it open, not listening to his mom's protests that, 'It's *raining,* Craig!'
The minute his head cleared the car he'd felt the drops drumming against his skull, flattening his hair and matting the fur on his face. Being just after New Years the water was freezing, but he tugged the hood of his sweatshirt out of his jacket and pulled it over his head as he walked - his tail he kept close to his body; there was little he could do about it.
Even though the yard was still a little bit overgrown with dead brush, he managed to make his way to the back of the house and to the trees on his property without any trouble. Once he was under the branches the rain wasn't nearly so bad - the branches broke up the drops enough that they were just occasional big fat drops instead of stinging, tiny ones, but he kept his hood up to be safe, hands tucked away in pockets as he navigated mud puddles, looking around.
City-born and city-raised, even the small stand of trees were a new experience for him - he'd been camping once years ago, back when he dad was still alive. All he could remember of that time was the smell of wet earth after a rain (and yes, he could smell that familiar loamy scent even at the new house, unchanged even after years later and miles apart) and his dad trying to teach him the best way to catch a fish.
So lost in his memory, he didn't notice the well until he'd nearly walked into it.
The hood of the old-fashioned well was chest-high, the circular stone base (like in a kid's story, he thought) about even with his waist, dark with rain. Craig ducked his head to look inside, but the light was too weak to see very deep, so there was no telling if there was any water in the well at all. As he straightened his eyes caught sight of a small wooden sign at the side - "Wishing Well" it read in flaking paint that was barely visible in the gloom.
Craig looked between the sign and the well with a wry expression on his face - a wishing well, huh? With a sigh at his own foolishness he fished through his pants pocket and came up with a key to the new house, a broken candy, and one shiny American quarter.
He leaned against the well, rubbing the quarter between his first finger and thumb, feeling his claws scrape it's slick surface, thinking about just what he could wish for. A thousand dollars? A million? How about a Lamborghini of his own? Remembering what he was thinking about back in the car on his way over, he realized the perfect wish to waste on a silly well.
Craig dropped the quarter inside the well, closed his eyes, and said, "I want a big dick. Not just a big dick, but a huge one, utterly massive." He waited a breath, and then another, and then with his eyes still closed he reached down to palm himself through his jeans and... no change. Still his tiny cock and bitty sack. He blushed, a little embarrassed that some part of him actually expected a wish to work. Shaking his head at his own silliness, he headed back the way he came, hearing his mother calling for him even over the sound of the rain - the movers had probably arrived or something, he supposed. He gave the well one last look over his shoulder and continued on, promising himself to not think about it any further.
After all, wishes like that never came true.
Craig stretched, his spine curving into a taught bow shape as he waited for the shower to heat, grunting slightly with the effort. After a long day of unpacking boxes, setting up TV and various consoles, computers, and even books, he was about beat.
Speaking of 'beat'... he flicked the tips of his claws against his cock, just light enough to feel tingles of sensation with every pass, just enough to tease himself before the final event.
One hand massaging his balls gently, he reached out the other to test the temperature of the water - just perfect. Without further ado he climbed in, turning his face into the water and closing his eyes at the warm pressure against his fur, so different and yet so like the rain from earlier. He grabbed a bottle of fur shampoo, the good stuff that didn't require using the whole bottle to clean his short, close fur, and got cleaning, patiently ignoring his tiny cock where it throbbed impatiently for his attentions.
His body as clean as it was going to get, he brought his lathered hands to his groin once again and stroked his cock once, spreading soap up it's short length, and then grabbed himself. With his pinky finger right against his balls, even hard the head of his cock barely peaked out from his enclosed fist and he sighed, disappointed once again and embarrassed, though there was no one around to see his shame.
He shifted his hand once again until just his thumb and forefinger was holding his tiny dick and began to stroke.
Still, small cock or not, masturbation was masturbation, and before long he felt his hips thrusting into his strokes, his balls drawing up tighter against his body, and he shot his weak stream of cum onto the pristine white wall of the shower - a baptismal of sorts for the new house. He didn't notice that nearing the end that his strokes were getting slightly longer with each movement, or that the distance between thumb and forefinger was growing.
Breathing heavily he ducked his head once more into the streak from the shower head, feeling the rapidly-cooling water pour down the sides of his face while he stood, eyes closed, feeling the shocky after-orgasm tremors shake his body.
When the last of the shakes faded away Craig bent to turn the flow of the water off and stepped out into the steam-filled room, wrapped a towel around his waist, and went across the hall to his new bedroom.
Most of the boxes were still full and shoved up against a wall, but his bed was set up and made, and his closet and chest of drawers were full. It was the latter he headed for, pulling out a pair of briefs. Craig dropped the towel and bent to put on the briefs when he paused. Blinked. Then shook his head with a self-deprecating chuff of laughter - he could almost sworn that his dick was a little bigger, but that was ridiculous. He was either more tired than he thought, or that stupid well was having a sort of placebo effect: he thought his dick might be bigger, so to him it looked like his dick *was* bigger. Silly. Ridiculous.
And with that, he put his briefs on without another thought and climbed into bed, still chuckling at his own illogical mind.
Craig was awoken the next morning to songs of winter-loving birds, the smell of eggs frying, and a morning hardon demanding attention.
He smiled and stretched lazily, purring under his breath as he scratched at his flat belly. It was another two days until school started, and even though there was still a bit of work to be done around the new house, he could sleep in just a little bit.
'Or,' he thought, sliding his hand underneath the waistband of his briefs and kicking the blanket off, 'Something a little more recreational.'
Like before he just brushed the length with his fingertips, but that time he paused, unsure if what he was feeling was right. He opened his eyes and sat up a bit, hooking his thumbs around the waistband of his underwear and pushing them down a little, just enough to free his cock and balls. Once more he ran a finger down his length, but this time was more measuring than for pleasure.
His dick was bigger.
Not a whole lot - maybe a half inch in length, and maybe about the much in width. Even his balls looked a bit swollen compared to normal.
He grinned, wiggling against his pillows to get comfortable. His dick was still embarrassingly small, but just a little bit of growth was something, wasn't it? He thought back to his wish the previous day and laughed softly to himself. Well, it wasn't *huge*, he figured. But it was sure as hell a start!
He just sat and looked at his dick for a moment, enjoying the view as he took it in laying against his belly, occasionally twitching as if asking for attention. When he finally noticed something... odd, his eyes grew wide and his gaze sharpened and he watch closely, just to see if what he was looking at could really be happening.
With every pulse of his heart his dick throbbed, and with every throb his cock was growing. Just a little, a barely noticeable amount, but it was happening nonetheless.
He couldn't wait any longer, he had to give his bigger penis a test drive.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and thrilled a little at the realization that for the first time in his life he could actually masturbate like a normal guy, even if he couldn't pump all that much still. He brought his hand up and licked it, rough tongue over fur and pawpads, slicking it up for a little fun and grabbed his cock once more, pumping slowly, getting himself worked up with every steady thrust.
His other hand, sadly neglected for the time being, rubbed at first one nipple and then the other before pinching, hard. He gasped at the mix of pleasure and pain and arched up, feeling his cock twitch and grow just a little more.
His hand on his cock sped up, and he used his thumb on every upstroke to spread the dripping precum down onto his shaft, the smell of it pungent in his new room.
Finally he could feel himself on the cusp of orgasm and he tensed, one hand on his cock, the other rolling his swelling sack gently with his fingers. At that time he felt his cock give one last surge of growth, and with a choked-off cry he came, splattering his hand and belly with his spunk.
Breathing hard and sweaty, he stared up at the ceiling for a long moment as he caught his breath, a grin on his face. Still feeling shocky, he laughed. There was no mistaking that his dick was growing while he was hard, and considering he didn't feel anything change all while he was soft the day before and right after jerking off in the shower, he had an idea of just what action made him grow.
Looking down at his softening cock, he purred with happiness at what he saw. Even though he wasn't fully hard, he could tell that when erect he'd be just under five inches long. Still short, but more averagely-short rather than humorously-little.
He was tempted to give it another go, but there was still a lot that needed to be done around the house. If he went to 'bed' early, and made sure his computer was set up with internet hooked up though...
He swung his legs off the bed and stood up, relishing the heavier weight of his scrotum where he hung between his legs. He'd never been so anxious for a day to end right after waking up before.
The day seemed to crawl by.
Every now and again he'd think about his plans for the night and would start to get hard, and then he'd imagine that every time he got hard he'd get just a little bigger, and that'd make him even harder. However, since he was working with his mom the whole day, he had to force himself to mentally picture rotting meat and remember the smell of that time his ex-neighbor's septic system was acting up and his hardon would disappear instantly.
The day finally ended, dinner was ate, and he'd said his goodnights to his mom and retired to his room.
The first thing he did when he got to his room was to turn the computer on, and while it was booting he pulled his shirt off and stepped out of his pants and underwear. He didn't seem to have grown a very noticeable amount during the day, despite his occasional erections. Craig decided that was fine - he would more than make up for it in a few minutes.
A large pump bottle of lotion and a few sheets of toilet paper set aside, and he was all set.
'Little Craig' was looking forward to events - he didn't even bring up his internet browser before it was perking up a little. He settled into his chair, his left hand palming himself a little thoughtlessly while the other was on the mouse. He immediately clicked on the link to FurryXtube.com, where there were a few videos guaranteed to turn his crank every time. He also considered it research - he'd like to get as big as he could without looking cartoonishly big. That could open up it's own can of worms.
The first video was pretty tame - a handsome fox in front of what was obviously the computer's webcam, the video grainy and no sound. As Craig watched intently he stroked his cock slowly, bringing it to full hardness, but not nearly enough to get himself off. The aim of the game was to be hard for as long as he could stand it, to get the most growth in the shortest amount of time.
He was breathing hard by the time the video ended, his cock hard and throbbing gently. He clicked on another, this time a video of a generously proportioned doe squeezing her natural tits together, looking into the camera with a mischievous expression.
Craig glanced down and grinned; his blood-dark dick was about six and a half inches long, twice as big as it was a week ago, and his scrotum was the size of walnuts. Barely two videos in, and he'd already had a substantial growth.
He fisted himself and pumped two long, luxurious strokes, shivering as pleasure arched up his spine. Oh yeah, he could get used to that.
He stopped his movements and focused back on the video on the computer in time for the short video to end, and, hands trembling just a little, he clicked on another - two wolves who looked alike enough to be brothers in a 69 position.
He remained like that for nearly an hour, until his balls were churning with the need to just damn cum already, even his cock was aching.
Pouring with sweat, Craig estimated that he was about done for the night; hard, his dick was nine inches long, long enough that the head was dripping pre into the fur-covered indentation of his belly button, his balls so large they looked like someone dropped a couple of those big jawbreaker candies in there. He could go for bigger, but it was starting to *hurt,* and he knew he still had one more day to get bigger until he had to go to school and face the locker room. He was already bigger than average, but just not big enough.
He pumped some lotion into his palm and spread it between both paws, warming it before grasping his dick with both hands, his cock twitching almost violently in apparent relief that it would finally, *finally* get the attention it deserved.
It was so thick around that his fingers no longer met when he held it, the veins sticking out in sharp relief as he drew one hand down the shaft, the other teasing the piss slit at the top with one claw.
When more precum welled up in the slit, Craig had an idea - he'd always heard of it being done, but never met someone who admitted to being able to do it. He pushed his chair back from the desk and grasped his cock with both hands, leaned over, and lapped the precum from the head of his cock like licking a popsicle. He shivered at the sensation, and even as he processed the taste of his own cum fresh from the source, he grimaced at the bitter taste of the lotion.
Still, he kept licking until the head was shiny and wet, then opened his maw wide, careful of his teeth, and sucked hard on the head, though it was a tight fit to squeeze all that cockflesh into his mouth.
Alternating sucking hard and pumping with both hands on his dick. He'd been hard for so long that it wasn't long until he came hard, filling his mouth with salty cum so much that that his cheeks puffed out with the liquid until he swallowed, some spilling out the sides of his mouth and dribbling down his chin to splatter on his fur. The last surge of growth wrenched his mouth open wider than was comfortable.
Craig groaned as he pulled away, breathing heavily as if he'd just got done running a triathlon. His lotion-goopy hands slipped off his cock to drop to either side of him and he slumped in his chair boneless with the strongest orgasm he'd ever had in his life. Letting his head fall limply forward he stared at his cock, the beginnings of a weak grin on his face. Even soft, his dick had to be ten inches long, his balls as big as tangerines.
Oh yeah, bring on the locker room.
The next morning he woke hard. He took care of himself quickly, gaining another inch. Afterwards, he showered quickly, restraining the urge to go another round.
It was when he was about to dress for the next day that he encountered his first problem - his penis was too big for his normal briefs; whenever he tried to put them on, they'd squish his balls far too tightly to his body, and his cock would either slip down his leg or push the waistband down, making them nearly fall off. He dug through his chest of drawers until he found a 3-pack of boxer-briefs he got for Christmas one year that he never opened, and that worked fine - his cock was cradled without being squeezed, and his balls were supported just fine. His jeans, when he put them on, had a suspicious bulge in the front, but he decided he could live with that just fine.
He couldn't erase the... 'cocky' grin on his face, and when he left his room to eat breakfast his mom even commented on his change in mood.
"Well," he told her. "I'm actually looking forward to going to school tomorrow." And *how.*
One more jerk-off session that night, and again in the morning, and Craig had a swagger in his step as he walked to school the next day.
His self-assurance faded a little once he actually got to the school grounds - old habits of ducking his head and trying not to attract attention died hard, and he said as little as he could as he sought out the first class on his schedule.
Finally he managed to find the room and sat down at a random desk, needing to adjust his cock to run down his leg a little more comfortably.
He glanced to his left and saw a rabbit girl watching him, and she cocked one brow at him. Craig grinned shyly and shrugged a little before remembering, oh yeah, he's got a *giant cock*. He straightened up and turned his grin to a more flirtatious one. However, the girl just rolled her eyes and flipped her text book open, an obvious gesture meant to indicate she had more important things to think about.
Craig shrugged again and leaned back in his chair - it was her loss.
When the teacher entered the room, however, Craig nearly had to pick his jaw up off the floor - she was drop-dead *gorgeous.*
Another rabbit, but she was ten times hotter than the one who sat next to him - smooth creamy fur with a tease of brown on her chest before it disappeared under her blouse, a full luscious bust, trim waist, and hips that flared out into a perfect hourglass figure. Her skirt was knee-length and showed off the shapely muscular legs the species was renowned for, and her dainty height was fought off admirably by the long, long, long stiletto heels she wore.
Craig felt himself getting hard as he watched her walk, eyes drawn to the sway of her hips and the bounce of her breast, but didn't think about the consequences.
He couldn't even pay attention to what she was saying, his eyes were trapped by the sight of the fluffy puff of her tail, startlingly bright against her dark skirt whenever she faced the chalk board, and how every gesture she made with her hands as she spoke made her breasts bounce.
He shifted in his seat and hissed softly at a twinge of pain. He glanced around to see if anyone heard him, but everyone around him either had a bored expression or was watching the teacher intently - predominantly males in the latter case. He stealthily reached under the desk and shifted himself.
Or tried to, anyway.
His dick had grown again, snaking down the inside of his pants, and his cock and balls were an obvious bulge under the material. He ducked his head and squeezed his eyes tightly shut, imagining furiously rotten meat, broken septic system, c'mon, you can't do this to me... After a long moment he could feel his body start to calm down and he sighed softly in relief. An erection bursting out of his pants would be impressively manly and everything, but would be more than a little embarrassing.
A clatter at the front jerked his attention in that direction, and he looked just in time to see the teacher bend over to retrieve the piece of chalk she'd dropped. He immediately looked back to the surface of his desk, and he looked at her name on his class schedule. Ms. Benson, he thought, was going to be the death of him.
He managed to avoid getting any more disastrous hard-ons for the rest of the class and when he stood he tried not to seem suspicious as he looked down the front of his pants. Oh yeah, there was definitely the clear shape of 'something' down there - It looked like he was trying to smuggle a short baseball bat and softball down his pants. He pulled his shirt down a bit more, trying to at least obscure if he couldn't hide.
He tried not to look closely at any one in the hallway on his way to his next class, and breathed a sigh of relief when he got to the relative safety of second hour math.
"Hi there," a voice said, and he looked up to see the speaker. Mr. Lanard was a lynx, tall, somewhat casually dressed with a pair of khaki pants and a polo shirt that stretched over his well-built chest. Craig's eyes skidded over the swell of his pecs, his biceps not at all hidden by the man's shirt sleeves, and the bright white, friendly grin.
"You're the new student, right?" Mr. Lanard continued, not sensing Craig's sudden dismay. "I really hope we get to know each other well this year." And with that he winked.
Craig whimpered.
Gym, as luck may have it, was his last class of the day. On his way to the locker room, gym bag slung over his shoulder, he remembered just why he wished for a big cock in the first place and the swagger returned. There were already quite a few guys in the locker room, talking and horsing around. When Craig entered they quieted down, but just a little, trying to seem nonchalant but sizing the new guy up at the same time - they'd all known each other for years, and Craig, being a new factor, was a source of curiosity. And that bulge in the front of his pants was definitely piquing the interest of several of the boys.
Craig made his way to a free locker and dropped his gym bag on the bench behind him.
First he stripped off his shirt, and he caught a few appreciative looks - he wasn't built, but he had a nice musculature he knew. Slowly he folded the shirt and placed it in the locker, teasing his audience even as they pretended that he wasn't watching or being watched in return. Then he had to sit to take his shoes off - he would have knelt, but with his cock running down the inseam of his jeans it would have just twisted it painfully. Then he finally stood and unbuttoned the top button of his jeans, which snapped open and the zipper ripped open as the pressure from within was finally released.
Slowly he pushed his jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, aware all the while that the entire room was dead quiet as everyone gave up the pretense of subtlety and stared blatantly.
A small smirk on his face, he pulled his shorts out of the gym back and put them on, holding back a laugh when a couple of the guys couldn't quite suppress a small noise of protest. Luckily his cock hadn't grown too big for his shorts - they fell to just under his knees, and his penis wasn't quite there yet. He knew, however, that if he moved a certain way he'd be giving a free show, and without any underwear on he'd be flopping all over the place.
As he tightened the laces of his trainers he decided that he could put up with it for one day, just for the reaction on everyone's faces.
Okay, Craig decided. The floppage was a little more annoying than he'd expected. He couldn't run without wanting to double over in pain, but being such a distraction during class made him grin.
The rumor mill was just as effective at his new school as his old - almost as soon as the guys left the locker room they'd gravitated over to the girls and started having whispering conversations, sending obvious glances and occasionally pointing fingers at him.
He smirked, and the phrase 'cocksure' never seemed more appropriate.
As the coach led them through stretches and warm ups he could sense people watching him and the bouncing bulge in his shorts, but he was paying more attention in trying to keep himself free of injury as his cock led the way with every 'down' half of a push-up.
When the coach blew his whistle and told the class to split off into two teams for soccer, he started to go with the others, but the sight of red fur caught his eye off to the side, where the first set of bleachers lining either side of the gym butted up against the second set, leaving a gap just big enough for the Stilted Wolf boy to squeeze through. The boy was looking right at Craig and waved him over. Craig glanced at the others, but the coach was looking intently at a clip board, and the rest of the class were, for once not looking at him. Craig loped over and could feel his face heat as the Stilted Wolf didn't even bother hiding the fact that he was watching the lump in his shorts bounce with every step.
When Craig neared the boy retreated into the bleachers and headed back towards the wall, where the shadows would hide them from anyone who happened to be looking for two boys hiding there. Craig followed, squeezing his way through.
Once near the back the other boy stepped right up to Craig and put his hands low on Craig's hips, his fingertips brushing either side of the Cougar's ass.
"Hi," the other boy said, his eyes half lidded and a small smile on his face.
"Hi," Craig answered, suddenly shy. "I'm Craig," he said, feeling a little silly.
"Mmm, Steven," the other boy replied, humming slightly under his breath as he took a step closer, nuzzling at Craig's neck. "I saw what you were packing," Steven said, his muzzle still buried at Craig's throat. "Mind if I have a closer look?"
Oh God. Craig felt himself hardening, the shorts not hiding his state nearly as well as his jeans did. "Yeah," he gasped, his breathing already picking up. "Feel free."
Steven leaned back enough to look Craig in the eyes as he slowly, pointedly, licked his chops before sliding to his knees. He paused at the sight of the growing tent in Craig's shorts, seeming momentarily thrown off guard for a moment. Then, carefully, he tugged Craig's gym shorts down, and had to duck when his swinging cock almost whapped him in the face once it was freed.
"Je-sus Christ," Steven breathed, eyes wide as he took in the throbbing length before him. Almost hesitantly he reached out a hand to run up it's length, and Craig's cock twitched so hard it almost tossed the boy's hand off. Craig shuddered at the feeling of another hand on his cock for the first time in his life.
A resolute look on his face, Steven took Craig's hand in both hands, brought the head down to a comfortable level, and licked from the tip of the head down to where smooth skin met fur and back up.
"This is going to be tricky," Steven said, pulling away for a moment. But then he glanced up at Craig's face and grinned. "So it's a good thing I've got a big mouth." And without further ado he opened his maw wide and fitted his lips over and around the cockhead that had grown to be the size of a grapefruit.
Craig groaned loudly, but thankfully the gym was so loud that no one would be able to hear him over the noise.
Steven did nothing but breathe for a long moment, tongue fluttering over the head and managing to flicker into the piss hole until he got a good grip on Craig's hips and slid his head forward, Craig's cock disappearing into the boy's mouth centimeter by agonizing centimeter.
He couldn't get very far, no matter how much he relaxed his throat he just couldn't swallow any more, and Craig knew that with every pulse of his heartbeat in his cock it was getting just a little bit bigger and harder to swallow, so he wasn't too terribly put out when Steven withdrew, even if he whimpered with loss when that tight, clenching heat disappeared from his cock.
"Alright," Steven announced, and Craig twitched when the cool puff of his breath teased the wet skin of his dick. "That's not gonna work. But don't worry, big guy, I'll take care of ya." He spat in both paws and started working Craig's cock in earnest. He kept licking and nipping very, very gently at the head, but he didn't try to cram the whole thing in his mouth again.
Before too long Craig felt his orgasm building again, and he gasped, "Steve, Steven, I'm gonna cum!"
"Mmmhmm," Steven murmured, his mouth busy lapping the dribbling precum dripping from Craig's slit.
Craig's head fell back and his cock erupted, shooting salty cum right into Steven's waiting mouth like a fire hose. With a great effort he forced his head to face forward again, and caught sight of Steven on his knees, muzzle pressed up against Craig's cock as he drank down spurt after spurt of his cum.
When his balls were finally empty Craig carefully sat, wary of his balls that had swelled from softball to small melon-size. Steven was still on his knees, one hand cradling his slightly distended belly, the other up against his mouth as he burped.
"Holy shit," Steven said after a moment. "That was intense. I've never sucked a cock that big."
Craig felt himself blush, thankful that his fur was thick enough to hide it. He couldn't help his ears drooping in shyness, and he ducked his head, grinning. "Thanks," he said softly.
"Naw, man," Steven brushed off. "Thank *you*. I've been trying to find a guy hung like you ever since I knew I liked dick." He paused and eyed said dick. He looked like he was about to say something but changed his mind, shaking his head slightly. "Anyway, you're gonna *have* to fuck me in the showers, alright? Once everyone leaves there wont be anyone in there until the janitor comes in to clean up - we'll have plenty of time."
Craig's cock gave an interested twitch at the thought, and he counseled patience - it just needed to wait a little while.
"How about you," he said, waving his hand towards where Steven's cock was obviously hard and tenting the fabric of his own gym shorts. "You want me to take care of that?"
Steven waved a dismissive hand. "Nah, I can wait for the showers. Makes the wait all the better, you know?"
Craig supposed he understood, he still couldn't wait until gym ended.
They stayed under the bleachers for the rest of class, and neither seemed to be missed. The burly Bull of a gym teacher, Coach Bryons, didn't even seem to notice they were gone.
Finally the whistle was blown to head to the showers, and while everyone stampeded to the locker room Craig and Steven trailed after.
Due to the growth Craig sustained while he was being blown, he barely fit into his shorts anymore; his balls were split almost painfully in half by the seam, and his cock was mere inches away from poking out the bottom of the knee-length leg of his shorts. He had to walk carefully, not only for comfort's sake, but also to prevent giving everyone a show.
Once in the locker room Craig and Steven waited on the bench while the other boys headed right for the showers. They talked about movies they saw, games they played, and sports while they waited for the room to clear. It was obvious that several of the boys wanted to catch another glimpse of Craig's Cock, but after several minutes when it became obvious that he wasn't going to be getting into the showers any time soon, they eventually all left, leaving Craig and Steven as the only people there. Steven got up from the bench and quickly looked around the room, making sure that no one else was around. When he finished he looked over at Craig and grinned toothily, and with a flirtatious flip of his tail, he led the way to the showers, a bottle of conditioner in his hand and shedding clothes as he went.
His heart thumping in his chest, Craig pulled his clothes off and followed.
By the time he reached the showers, Steven was already under the spray from one of the showerheads, leaning forward with one hand braced on the wall, his legs spread and the fingers of the other hand penetrating himself. Craig froze, mesmerized by the sight of Steven's fingers disappearing in his tight pink hole. His cock gave an interested twitch, and Craig glanced between that pucker and the size of his own package and frowned, not at all sure he'd be able to *fit*.
Steven glanced over his shoulder and saw Craig standing at the entrance to the showers and grinned, pulling his fingers from his ass and bringing that hand to the wall and spreading his legs wider.
"Well?" he asked. "What are you waiting for? Get over here and fuck me already."
Craig gulped and walked over, standing in the spray of the shower with the Wolf and trailing his fingers down Steven's flanks, using his thumbs to spread Steven's round buttocks and revealing that slightly stretched pink hole under his tail. He knelt and picked up the bottle of conditioner and lubed up his fingers with the stuff. Holding the base of Steven's tail out of the way, he sunk his first two fingers into the already pre-lubed hole, adding more of the slick as he rocked his fingers in and out. He added more fingers, knowing that he'd have to stretch Steven out a lot just to lessen how much the other boy would have to stretch. Finally he had all four fingers dipping inside, making wet squelching noises audible even over the sound of the water.
Steven was panting, head thrown back, and the air was thick with the scent of their lust and the rough sounds of their heavy breaths.
"Hey, before I go further you should probably get on all fours," Craig suggested, and Steven nodded and sank to the floor when Craig removed his fingers, bracing himself on his hands and knees. Craig lowered himself as well, and once Steven was in position he lubed up his hand once more, this time covering even his palm and back of his hand down to his wrist.
Before he went back to stretching Steven, he leaned over the other boy, his hips bumping up against Steven's ass and cock curving under them both. He wrapped the arm that wasn't slippery with conditioner around the Wolf's chest and nipping one tall ear before murmuring into it, "I'm going to put my whole fist inside of you now, I can't get you ready for my cock unless I do. Is that alright with you?"
Steven paused, and for a long moment Craig was afraid that Steve was going to back out in the end, and leave Craig with an unsatisfied erection. Finally he nodded again, and Craig retreated just enough to thrust his fingers into Steven's ass, and slowly worked his fingers deeper, folding his thumb to the palm of his hand and feeling the cling and then give of the Wolf's sphincter muscle until his hand was swallowed by that wet hole.
Steven groaned in a mixture of pleasure of pain and said, his voiced wrecked, "Baby, hurry up, I don't think I can take a whole lot more until I toss you down and ride you, whether you say I'm ready or not."
Feeling a delicious feeling of control, Craig chuckled and gave his hand a twist, making the Stilted Wolf yelp and the scent of musk in the air got just a little stronger. "Patience," he advised.
Craig worked his fist in a little deeper, twisting and pumping his hand back and forth. Steven's body swayed back and forth, some of it due to Craig's hand, but a lot of it was Steven working himself on Craig's fist like a desperate cock-hungry slut.
Craig couldn't wait any longer; his cock was bigger and harder than ever, and he had to sink into that tight warmth that was being offered to him.
He withdrew his hand, and Steven gave a protesting moan at the loss. Craig scratched Steven's back in apology and grabbed the bottle of conditioner one last time. He poured the stuff directly onto his cock, emptying the bottle, and spread it around with both hands, and knew that the smell of coconut and musk would forever remind him of this moment.
Craig grasped Steven's hips and lined up his cock, still looking so big next to Steven's stretched-out hole and pressed forward. He gasped at the feeling of pressure, but with a little force the hole gaped open and swallowed the head. The two of them groaned at the feeling of finally penetrating and being penetrated, and Craig paused - both to let himself calm down a little, and to get Steven the chance to get used to the full feeling in his ass.
Slowly, carefully, he began to thrust forward, until his melon-sized balls were pressed flush up against Steven's own, smaller, ones.
"You ready?" Craig asked, leaning forward close to Steven's ears.
"Fuck me," was Steven's only reply.
Craig was all too ready to oblige.
He began to pump his hips, withdrawing his cock only about half way until he had to move forward once more. He could feel his cock leaking precum, soaking Steven's insides and slicking him up even more until he was dripping with a mixture of lube and cum.
With the arm wrapped around Steven's body, Craig can feel the bulge his cock made in Steven's body with every forward thrust, and he massaged that bulge every time it appeared - he couldn't feel it through to his cock, but he thrilled in the knowledge that he had that sort of impact on his partner's body.
Steven suddenly shuddered under him, and Craig could feel a new wetness splatter his arm - Steven had came without anybody even touching his cock.
Craig started fucking him in earnest after that, pounding into his ass hard, his balls swinging like pendulums as he moved. Finally he came with a roar, gripping Steven's hips hard enough to bruise. It seemed like forever until he was done cumming, and when he was finished he slumped over Steven, barely holding himself up.
Cock still buried deep, he eased both of them to the floor, both breathing heavy and shivering as the water soaking their fur started to cool. Craig took the chance to face the spout, drinking straight from the shower and hydrating himself.
Steven twisted around, and Craig winces as his cock was jostled uncomfortably, but once he got a good look at Steven, his eyes widened in wonder. He'd pumped so much semen into the boy that his stomach had swelled until he looked pregnant. Steven himself was petting his own stomach, a look of befuddlement on his face.
"That's unexpected," Steven said, poking the firm swell of his belly. He turned his gaze to Craig, one brow raised. "Does this happen every time you have sex with someone?"
Craig flushed and shook his head. "Um, to be honest, you're the only one I've ever had sex with."
Craig's eyes flew even wider. "You're kidding, right? With that monster in your pants? I swear, you've been letting a good thing go to waste."
Steven laughed, but Craig hesitated for a long moment before he asked, "Can I tell you something if you keep it a secret?"
Steven froze. "You don't have an STD, do you?"
"No, no! Nothing like that!" Craig was quick to reassure. "It's just... well, look."
Craig rose to his knees again and carefully pulled out of Steven, both of them hissing at the feel. Some cum leaked out of Steven's gaping asshole, but other than shifting in distaste at the feel he didn't seem bothered. Until he got a good look at Craig's cock.
Both his cock and balls had grown once more, this time hanging well down below his knees and as thick as his leg, Craig's balls as big as basketballs.
"Holy shit!" he breathed. "How the hell are you even bigger now?"
"That's the secret," Craig said, his voice low. "Every time I get hard I get bigger; the longer I'm hard, the larger I grow. Two days ago I barely even *had* a cock, now look at me." He couldn't help the pride in his voice - not even horse furres were as naturally blessed as he was!
"Wow," Steven said, trailing the tips of his fingers along the length of Craig's cock. It gave an interested twitch, but he wouldn't be able to get hard so soon after cumming. "So how big do you think you'll be able to get?"
Craig shrugged. "Don't know. But considering I grow every time I get hard, we'll just have to see, won't we?"
Steven chuckled and stretched. "Oh yeah. Just let me rest for a little while, alright?"
Craig scooted close and scratched Steven's fur over his swollen belly and grinned back. "We should probably get going anyway - we don't want to get caught in the act, do we?"
"Aw," Steven pouted. "You don't want to give the janitor a show?"
"Nah," Craig said. "We don't want him to get jealous, now."
Steven hummed in agreement. "I suppose you're right. Alright, then - my parents are going to be gone until late tonight, we can go to my house."
"Sounds like a plan to me," Craig said. "We might have a slight problem, though."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. There's no way I'll be able to wear my pants!"
~The End
Please keep in mind this is a work of fiction - all characters are fictional and are not based on any real people. Also keep in mind that even if the characters don't have safe sex, you should always use protection. Safe sex is happy sex!