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The Fashion Bug - Tank - Part 4

By Komatose © 2010

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"Grandma's here!"

Marshall jumped from the sofa as the doorbell chimed, signaling the arrival of he and Tank's grandmother, Kathy. Marshall grabbed the knob, almost ripping it off as he swung the door open, visits from granny were rare since she lived hours away.

The old grey female pit smiled, her wrinkled jowls tensing up as she was let in by her youngest grandson.

"Hello my little sweetheart!"

Kathy embraced her grandson and was met by a friendly nuzzle into her cheek, his tail wagging quickly and hers as well, but much slower.

"I'm so happy to see you, grandma. Let me go get Rory!"

Marshall ran off to the hallway to get his brother, leaving Kathy chuckling in the living room a she looked around to make sure everything was clean and orderly.

Grandma Kathy was a big part of the boys' lives. Though she did live far away, she visited every weekend to take them out on Saturday and spend the day with them. She was much better off than her daughter and always did her best to help her, buying the boys things they needed for school and other financial situations.

Marshall did not bother knocking and just burst into Tank's bedroom.

"Rory! Grandma is..."

Marshall's jaw slacked open as his turned red. There was his big brother, standing there in nothing but his underwear, holding a pair of pants in his paw, his big bulge just beckoning Marshall's eyes to stare at it. Tank blinked and sighed lightly.

"Can I get some privacy..."

The little brother quickly slammed the door and shook his head, he was so embarrassed...yet he enjoyed what he saw. His brother's hugely muscled and defined body and that big mound at his crotch...he could have stared longer if he could have. He really wanted to be like him someday, big and strong. He made his way back into the living room to find his grandmother picking up and arranging some magazines.

"Rory is changing his clothes, he will be out soon. Where are we going today?"

Kathy smiled and pushed up her glasses.

"Well, I am taking you two to the mall today, I figure you both could use some nice summer clothes since it will be getting hot any day now. We also will have a nice lunch and maybe there will be room for some extra treats."

She gave that friendly grandmother wink and that instantly got Marshall even more excited, his tail unable to stop wagging.

"Yay! Sounds like fun. Too bad mom can't come with us."

Kathy stroked her grandson's ear and patted his head.

"Don't worry, we can get something for her to find when she comes back home from work."

Marshall smiled and nodded, but his ears perked to hear his brother approaching.

"Hey grandma."

Kathy's eyes widened as she went over to her older grandson and hugged him, her arms unable to go around him.

"There is my big boy, you are getting bigger every time I see you! It's a good thing we are getting you some clothes today."

Tank smiled lightly as he rubbed his grandmother's back.

"That would be really nice, grandma. I am starting to outgrow last year's clothes."

She chuckled and patted his chest.

"Well perfect then! C'mon, boys, lets get going."

The mall was crowded that day, since it was a weekend and such a perfect day to get some shopping done and hang out with friends. Kathy pondered a moment as she looked into the display of Victoria's Secret.

"Oh look at all of those panties, they need to make a store like that for old folks like me."

Marshall pursed his lips.

"That would be scary, grandma. They would have to call it Gertrude's Secret"

She old lady let out a hacking chuckle and then caught her breath.

"That is so funny! You should be a stand-up comedian, sweetie"

Marshall just shook his head.

"My jokes are not that funny, Rory never laughs when I tell them!"

Tank heard his name and looked at his little brother, his attention was a bit lost since everyone was looking at him.

"Your jokes are funny...sometimes..."

Kathy chuckled again and patted her little grandson on the back.

"Oh, don't worry, everyone is a critic, your family are the biggest ones."

Marshall just shrugged as he finally spotted Gamestop.

"Ooooh! I wanna go into Gamestop!"

Kathy mumbled something about violent video games as she reluctantly went in with Marshall, then looking back to her other grandson.

"You want to look around here, too?"

Tank just gave her shrug, to which she closed her eyes and nodded.

"How about you go and look around on your own? I know how you like to do things yourself."

She dug down around in her purse for a moment and pulled out a crisp hundred dollar bill.

"Here is your spending money, this should get you something nice. Meet us in front of Cinnabon in about an hour, ok?"

Tank looked back for the main clock they had passed in the mall, and then nodded.

"Ok."

Kathy just smiled and hummed to herself as she entered the store full of things she would probably never understand.

Tank looked around at the stores. Hollister...American Eagle...Abercrombie and Fitch...all of those stores were too expensive, and most of their clothes would not fit his body type anyway. He needed to find somewhere affordable and big. Just then, like a beacon in the sky, he saw the word "Kohl's" in big white letters. Tank figured he could find something here.

Miles let out a big, wide yawn, clearly bored while lazing about the rear desk at the back entrance of Kohl's

"Veronica, where is everyone?"

The long haired opossum looked back at the lithe ferret.

"Uuuuh, I don't know, Miles. We had a lot of people this morning but they all usually check out at the front desk."

The ferret with the apparent lisp and perfectly styled haircut let out a deep sigh as he pulled the keys from his register and locked it.

"I am going to the food court and getting a snack, you want something, princess?"

She glared at him, oh how she hated working with that flamboyant ferret.

"No thanks, just don't take forever."

Miles gave her a big smile and blew her a kiss, swaying his hips out towards the exit. Veronica just watched and sneered.

"God damn I hate working with him..."

Miles idly hummed a Lady Gaga tune and strolled along on his way out, but something caught his eye, making him stop and hide behind a mannequin.

"Oh sweet Jesus! Do my eyes deceive me! Hunk at 1 o'clock!"

The hunk that Miles had his eyes on was very bulky and thick with muscle...It was none other than Tank, not that the ferret knew anything about him, only that he was hot and some nice eye candy.

"Ooooh...This might be a good chance for me to get naughty again..."

The ferret slinked closer, hiding behind racks of clothes to spy on him, not letting him out of his sight. The ferret's pants were just tingling with excitement as he saw the beefy dog put a pair of shorts over his arm.

"Yes! That means he is going to try those on...fitting room...perfect!"

Miles wiggled his fingers in anticipation, remembering he had done this before. The men's fitting room was the perfect place to sneak a peek, painted dark colors and the entrance door was lockable from the inside. Even if the person using the fitting room was curious he could easily make up some excuse and abort the attempt, nothing to worry about.

The ferret squealed for joy as Tank made his way into the fitting room, he quickly ran over and took a look around to make sure no one was near, hovering outside for a moment not to look suspicious.

Tank did not see anyone else in the fitting room so he took the last booth of four, placing two pairs of shorts on a hook and looking them over. One was a nice blue camouflage color, the other a simple denim shorts.

Miles was practically salivating as he slowly shut the door behind him, making sure did not slam or make too much noise. He quietly locked the door by pressing the small button on the knob, sealing the entrance from any other visitors. The ferret took a deep breath and slinked slowly to the back of the room, checking the cracks of the doors to see where the hunk was.

Tank was completely oblivious to what was happening, though he could have sworn he heard something, but just passed it off as another person trying some clothes on. He undid the current, tight pair of shorts he was wearing and dropped them, stepping out of them and placing them on the little bench in the booth.

Miles figured he was in the last one so he dropped on all fours and slowly peered under the door, the best view he could ever had, his dress pants tight with thrill and excitement of what he was about to see.

Tank stared at himself in the mirror, unable to help but give one of his huge arms a felx and grunt deeply as his muscles bulged and veins popped under his fur. His free paw came to his massive bulge and gave himself a good rub and gazed over the reflection.

Miles felt like he could just cum in his pants at what he was seeing. The guy was huge all over, and by the looks of the bulge, he was big there too. Oh God the things he would do with him, but knowing his luck, this hunk was a total queerbasher and would snap his neck if he were to be caught peeking. His nose caught a good whiff of Tank's musk, it was starting to make him drool.

Tank grabbed a pair of shorts and took of the hanger, but something caught his eye in the mirror in the far corner, just a faint reflection of another eye staring at him. He quickly avoided contact to show that he did not see the peeping tom, but he wondered what he should do next...Just then a brilliant idea came to mind.

The though of being watched by someone did sound a bit exciting...the peeper must have clearly liked what they were seeing...maybe he should give them a good eyeful. Tank just plopped the shorts down on the bench and kept staring at himself in the mirror, then he reached over to it and caressed it like he was caressing himself.

Miles's eyes got so big and hungry at the sight, he was curious to understand what he was doing at first...but then the booth stud started to take his shirt off! Miles just wanted to cry out in jubilation upon seeing the thickly sculpted muscles come into view, the pit rubbing a paw over himself as he flexed his pecs, making them bounce just for his private onlooker's enjoyment.

A faint smirk formed in the corner of Tank's lips while he slowly started to tug down his bulging boxerbriefs, the front already slightly tenting from the excitement. He turned his body so that the peeker would not see his front yet, letting them get a perfect view of his muscular rear as he let his underwear fall to his foot paws, idly kicking them to the side and puting his paws on his waist and flexed his back muscles.

"Turn around, turn around, turn around!" Were the words that were going through Miles's one-track mind right now.

Sure enough, as if Tank had heard his prayers, the big pit turned around slowly to face himself in the mirror, his fully erect cock standing tall with the slightly formed knot holding it out of its sheath, not fully formed yet as it had much growing to go still. Miles just could not help himself anymore, he almost fell down from seeing the size of Tank's doghood, the size bigger that what the ferret expecting to see. All of the blood rushing to his head and crotch made him almost pass out and he bumped into the door slightly, but enough to make his presence known.

Tank knew he was there, but he purposely perked his ears just as a strand of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock down to the carpet below.

"Oh shit! I am screwed!" Miles knew he needed to get out of there as soon as possible, so he quickly shuffled to his foot paws, the tent in his pants clearly visible while he bolted to the door and grabbed the knob...just in time to feel a strong paw grab his shoulder.

"Going so soon?"

Tank spun him around and smiled down at the ferret peeping tom, the small animal's face turning white as a ghost just knowing he was about to be beat into a pulp. Miles stuttered and cried out when he was pulled into the front changing booth and sat down at the booth inside, Tank's solid rocket right in front of his face.

"Get sucking..."

Miles just looked up at him, not saying a word, but his nerves slightly calming as this was something that he had wanted to do, he was about to get his wish. The ferret wrapped his lips around the tip...damn it was thick...so much pre already as he slowly bobbed his soft lips up and down on the tip, two strong paws holding his shoulders and keeping him down.

Tank just leaned his head back and grunted as the skilled lips of the flamboyant ferret worked his hard-on, his balls aching to spill already and his hips instinctively bucking forward and forcing the ferret's mouth open, making him gag on cock while he gulped and choked down on it, trying to take it all in, but it was so thick that he felt like he was going to choke.

The large pit bull gave one last good thrust into the ferret's maw, shoving his cock in all the way to the knot before the little guy started to choke and gag. Tank pulled out of his mouth and let him catch his breath, listening to him cough and sputter.

"Come on...you are really boring..."

Miles tried to respond but only garbled words came out, and before he knew it, he was pulled off of the bench and his pants being ripped off, the thin cloth shredding at the seams as his once clean dress pants were torn away, much to his dismay since he really liked how they looked on him. As Miles tried to protest, he felt his underwear peeled away and was bent over, paws on the bench and ass high in the air, feeling large paws grope and grasp his soft cheeks.

"Nice hole you got...I think I'll take it..."

Miles's eyes widened when he realized what was coming, but this was what he wanted! He just wished that his pants would not have been ruined...He kept his ass held high and looked back, his tongue licking the pre from his lips and giving a slight nod, Tank smiled and pressing the tip of his cock against the ferret's tight hole.

Miles's gritted his teeth, it was not like this sensation was new to him, but damn this guy was big! So big that he let out a good yell as it was pushed into his tight pucker and spreading it wide open. Tank growled slight, he hated screamers, so he reached forward and grabbed the tie hanging from the ferrets neck and pulled it around his face, making it go through his mouth and using it as a noise dampener, Miles going along with it since he did not want anyone to hear either, biting down on the silken cloth.

"Damn your tight...I figured you would be looser seeing as how much you wanted this..."

Miles grunted loudly as Tank pushed harder and finally hilted with the knot pressing against the stretched out hole, a paw holding up the long tail to keep it out of the way. Tank let go of Miles's tail and grabbed his waist and let himself go on him, pulling out and thrusting in hard and making the smaller body lurch forward, his face smacking the all of the changing booth with the force of the muscular dog's bucking.

The ferret was in so much pain right now, but it was so pleasurable at the same time. He had encounters with random guys before but never in the changing booth at work! This was so exciting and thrilling and the hunk he found was so sexy and hung...but he was taking him so roughly!

Tank gritted his teeth and bucked his hips harder, his muscled chest and abs rippling along with his arms, the veins popping out under his smooth fur as he let his strength do the work, the ferret's tight ass clenching him so nicely. His knot was getting so big, he pushed it against the ferret's hole to tease him and making him groan loudly as if he was going to tie him, but there was no way he was going to do that. His balls slapped the ass of the willing victim loudly, echoing off the walls of the booth, the mirror reflecting the scene and it would be the only witness.

"Get ready...I'm going to shoot..."

Miles gasped, he did not really want to be came inside of...his body shuddered upon feeling the cock throb deep inside of his passage but suddenly the pressure left, making him look back quickly to see the muscled male grab his knot and stroke off his member rapidly.

Tank let out a growl and a loud grunt as his balls pulled up and expelled their load, long strands of cum shooting all over Miles's ass and back, coating his coffee brown fur in a layer of white cream...dripping down his thighs and making him reek of Tank's musk.

Miles let the tie slide out of his muzzle and panted for air, slumping a bit and then looking back to see Tank lean against the wall of the booth, idly stroking himself of the last drops of seed and letting them fall to the floor and taking deep breaths while he enjoyed his orgasm. The ferret reached back to his stretched hole and gathered some seed and brought it back to lick his fingers clean, blushing while he enjoyed the salty taste.

However, when he looked back, the hunk was gone. Perking his rounded ears, he looked out of the booth and heard a rustling and walked out to see Tank dressed in the clothes, leaving the pants he tried on in the booth since he did not want to stick around much longer. Miles reached out to him.

"Wait! Please tell me your name! Number! Anything! That was amazing..."

Tank sneered from the sound of his flamboyant voice, that annoying lisp.

"Sorry...bye."

Tank opened the door and shut it behind him, leaving the ferret in the empty changing room, covered in cum and shocked.

"...Oh come on, what the fuck!"

Miles knew he could not leave...He quickly grabbed his ripped pants and used them as a poor excuse of a towel to wipe the seed from his fur, still reeking though. Luckily, there was a rack of clothes in the room near the front door, he rummaged around for a pair of pants that fit so he could at least get back to work...the only thing that fit was a pair of blue jeans, and he hated denim so much!

Veronica let out another deep sigh as she waited Miles to come back from break, but when she saw him return, she just stared with a look of pure confusion.

"Uuuuh...what happened to your pants..."

Miles adjusted his hair and brushed off his tie, still wet with saliva.

"I had a little spill in the food court, had to change pants."

Veronica sniffed the air.

"What is that smell..."

Miles groaned from her interrogation.

"Mayonnaise! I tell you...I am so clumsy sometimes!"

She just rolled her eyes.

"Wherever...I'm going on break now..."

She walked away, her eyes half lidded, shoulders slumped, and desire to never return so strong as it was now.

"I...hate...my...job."

Marshall and Grandma Kathy walked out of the Gamestop.

"Marshall, we are not here for games, we are here for summer clothes!"

The young pit groaned as his ears drooped low.

"I know! But! I really wanted that game...Can't I have both?"

Kathy sighed and dug around in her purse.

"I need a cigarette...And for the last time, no. Now let's get to a clothes store."

Marshall turned and looked over, but his spirits soared once more upon seeing his big brother.

"Look it's Rory! We found him!"

He ran over to his big brother and stopped in front of him.

"Hey big bro! Did you find anything?"

Tank shook his head and shrugged. However...Marshall's strong nose caught that scent...that good smell that comes from his brother's room...

"That sucks, and Grandma wont buy me any games."

Tank just placed a paw on his shoulder.

"You need clothes, Marshall. I will get you a game on your birthday, I promise."

Hearing that from his big brother, his idol, made him happy again.

"You promise? Ok!"

Kathy caught up to them and coughed into her closed paw.

"C'mon you two, let's keep looking for clothes."

After another hour or so, they came up empty pawed, and decided to just go down the road to Wal-mart and sure enough, the two found a bunch of clothes for cheep that they actually liked. Kathy treated them to McDonald's and then they arrived back home just in time to catch Trisha as she got back from work.

Marshall burst through the door and showed his mom what Granny got him.

"Looks like you two had a fun time with Grandma! Wish I could have come along, I love to go shopping."

Kathy just chuckled and started to cough again.

"Whew...damn lungs...Some day you will get that promotion, Trish, then you can make some good money."

She sighed and nodded her head. She had been trying to get that position for a month and still no luck.

"Yeah, Ma, I hope so too."

She gave her mother a good hug and whispered into her ear.

"Thanks for being there for then, Ma. I can't thank you enough for the help."

Kathy just gave a good ol' Granny grin.

"Gotta watch out for my family, heh."

Tank shut the door to his room and took out the new shorts and shirts from the crinkly Wal-mart bags. Looking over the clothes, he wondered why he didn't talk to that ferret...he didn't even get to know his name this time. He sighed heavily, his big chest dropping as he felt even more like a slut, fucking guys and not even knowing their names.

"What is wrong with me..."

He placed a paw on his chest and felt where his heart was. He could feel it...it ached. Though he loved the feeling of sex...He was starting to wish it would be with just one person instead of so many random encounters.

"Someday..."

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TO BE CONTINUED!