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Big Ball Energy Written by Leo_Todrius Supported by my Patrons To most people, winning a decisive sports victory would be the cause for feelings of pride, esteem, even an adrenaline rush. Rhett had to admit, he felt a tiny inkling of those feelings after his match, but it was tempered by the reality of everything around him. He had not gone to the after match party, he had not been picked up by parents or relatives. He moved down the steps of the subway station, leaving the hot and humid night air for the scents trapped underground.

The eighteen year old's sweat soaked copper-bronze hair fell in waves down to his shoulders. His freckles were so prevalent and so numerous across his face, neck and shoulders that they almost made him look well tanned. He came jogging down the cement stairs in a white and red jersey, his white basketball shorts and Nike shoes coordinated to match. The athlete tried to convey the vision of wealth even though he was wearing every penny he'd ever had to spend.

Rhett came to a stop at the base of the stairs and glanced around. Forty second street was a bit out of the way, but he preferred it that way. He leaned back against the white tile wall of the subway, feeling its cool kiss against his hot muscles. He closed his hazel eyes for a moment and took a breath. He couldn't believe it had happened again... Another match, another... erection. So far he'd been able to hide it with a cup, mostly, but he couldn't hide it from himself.

He was a gay man who enjoyed wrestling for all the wrong reasons... but it was impossible to resist the temptation, and he had a natural affinity for it - and it gave him unrestricted access to seeing men, even naked men. Rhett loved it, but he knew his tastes were evolving faster than his experience. His desires, his hungers, his fantasies were more colorful than the men around him.

The best experience had come with one of his teammates that wanted to get tattoos. They'd gone together, a bond of solidarity. They'd started with a tribal pattern, a band across the bicep... but then his teammate had transferred to a rival school, and to distinguish himself Rhett had gotten more until his left shoulder and arm sported a sleeve of tattoos of various intricate patterns. Somehow the vanilla boys at his school just didn't seem like enough anymore. He wanted someone unique, someone interesting, someone unforgettable.

The hissing, clattering and screeching of the subway echoed as the metal caravan rounded the corner of the tunnel and came to a shambling stop. The doors rattled open, revealing the neglected interior. Greenish-yellow lights ran along the top of the car, illuminating the two decades of graffiti painted inside, scribbled across windows and seats, wall panels and floor. Rhett stepped into the subway, the doors squeaking shut behind him before the subway started to rumble its way back to full speed.

Rhett turned, but froze, spotting someone else on the subway. It wasn't unheard of, exactly, but Rhett had picked his station for a reason. There were typically very few on this line... but he wasn't about to complain. The man sitting in the subway car was unique, interesting, and unforgettable. He seemed to be in his early to mid thirties. He was a heavy set man, dressed in a black jacket, black jeans, and... a leather chest harness. The dark brownish black hair on his head had thinned out along his skull, but, all the hair that was missing there had grown out along his face.

The man sported a salt and pepper beard that was fuller than any Rhett had seen in his life. The cheeks flared out almost to points, well past his ears. It spilled out from his lower lip before curving down, creating a thick volume of hair. His mustache covered his lips and a thick silver ring hanging from his septum rested on the mustache, and the beard itself ran down over a foot and a half, the tip resting above the man's naked navel.

Rhett wouldn't have been able to tell he was wearing a chest harness under the beard if his chest weren't so wide. His fat nipples had rings too, and tattoos covered one round, full pectoral. His belly extended out of the jacket, full and round and covered with a dense sprawl of hair. The man looked up with honey colored eyes and his mustache formed into a curious grin. Rhett couldn't help but grin back as he moved over and sat directly across from the man - who smiled more at the choice of seats.

"Like what you see?" he asked, his voice sinewy. Rhett grinned.

"I like it a lot, better view than I get most anywhere else." Rhett said. Despite any turmoil he'd ever had internally, he always had an ease showing confidence outside.

"Well, maybe I can improve the view more... You really like what you see, you want to see more?" The man asked. Rhett grinned a bit. Was he getting propositioned? Well, this was everything he said he'd wanted... Worst case scenario, he could bail at the next stop.

"Show me what you got, big guy." Rhett said. The bearded man grinned and reached down. His hand swept under his belly, unfastening his belt before his pants came down. Rhett was hit with a cloud of earthy, peaty musk. He blinked a bit to recover, but as the man peeled down his pants, Rhett's jaw dropped in shock and wonder. As a gay man he'd searched the internet for photos of well endowed men. He'd even found a site or two that photo shopped such attributes onto men, but nothing compared to this.

A fat, fist sized cock head sprung up first, followed by inch after inch after inch of fat, wide, thick shaft... but as the pants came down, the real prize seemed to be left below. Rhett wasn't even sure he was looking at the man's balls as he started to reveal the hairy, almost furry orbs. They were gigantic, so large that Rhett couldn't imagine their girth as they were revealed until both cantaloupe sized balls were set free, hanging down beneath the mammoth cock. Rhett sat there, blood rushing into his own cock, his heart racing, his nipples hardening. The bearded man licked his lips slowly as he looked at the eighteen year old.

"Come here, boy..." he commanded. Rhett felt almost dizzy, but he was up on his feet. He took a step, then another until he was standing before the man. He reached out and without any resistance lowered Rhett's shorts. Rhett didn't have anything to be ashamed of. He was eight inches long, a fair girth, a patch of red forest above his package. Rhett blinked, looking down at the bearded man.

What happened next seemed to unspool from Rhett's imagination. The bearded man scooted his hips forward, sliding closer in his seat until their cocks touched. Rhett shuddered, feeling such heat and moisture from the larger man's junk. The bearded man grinned, grabbed his cock, and started to work at the shaft. The skin covering the tree trunk of a cock started to slide forward and back, faster, longer, getting more give to it before suddenly the foreskin shot out over Rhett's cock, squeezing over his shaft, sliding down to the base... and then it tightened.

"What the fuck?" Rhett asked in shock, panting before he moaned. The foreskin around his cock tingled, latching on, squeezing and massaging him. He looked up at the bearded man, only to realize he wasn't looking quite so much like a man anymore - at least a human man. His ears were pushing into points, his beard was creeping up his face, new hair growing out across his forehead, his nose, his cheeks. The hair on his belly thickened until the skin disappeared, and something long and fuzzy was starting to push out between his legs.

"That's it, boy... Oh yes, I can feel your strength, your stamina, your hunger... You've got big ball energy, and I'm going to give you the balls to match." the man growled, showing off his sharper than natural teeth. The tail the man was growing was mostly gray with a stripe of black at the tip, and the fur on his head was grey, though he had black around his eyes. He reminded Rhett of a creature he'd seen before... not a wolf, more like a... raccoon.

The bearded man-creature reached up and grabbed Rhett's head, pulling him down into a kiss. As their lips touched, Rhett felt a jolt shoot through his body. He felt the friction of the man's beard against his face, but he felt something else as well. The creature's cock spasmed, throbbed, pulsed, and then came. With their bond so complete, the cum didn't have anywhere to go - except into Rhett.

Rhett gasped into the kiss, getting rewarded by a huge tongue filling his mouth. He felt a squirt of cum push down into his cock, followed by another, another, and then a steady stream. It flowed down his cock with growing force and intensity until his brain burned with the feeling of a strange reverse orgasm. The cum flowed down his channels, through his body, reaching back in branching paths until it reached his balls and his prostate.

This time another flash came from deep in his groin. His balls throbbed and began to grow. They ached and tingled as they swelled to a larger size, leaving their natural girth behind as they strove to match that of a plump strawberry, then a kiwi, a tangerine. His sack had to stretch to accommodate his growing package, and as it stretched, coppery bronze fur began to sprout across it, soft and luxuriously thick. In moments his balls were covered in fur, the fur stretching up around his cock, his bush turning from hair to fur... and still his balls grew.

Rhett moaned, breaking the kiss, falling back. He panted for breath as stubble grew around his mouth, forming a mustache and a goatee. More copper stubble blossomed out of his jaw line, creeping back to the backs of his cheeks. He moaned more, his balls throbbing as they strove to grow to new heights. The bearded raccoon man hissed as he came, pouring his cum into the human's balls, reaching down with a clawed paw to fondle them as they surpassed any berry in size and started growing to the size of melons.

"That's it, my kit... Grow big and strong." The man said, grinning brightly. Rhett felt a strange stinging form in his nose, then something wet. At first he thought he'd gotten a bloody nose, but as he reached up he felt not blood, not anything wet at all, but something metal... A thick ring had formed through his septum, closing off below his nose. As the metal linked together, Rhett shuddered more.

The seal around his cock broke, cum gushing out around where the two had been bonded. Rhett stumbled back and his cock popped out, coated with thick yellowed cum. It spluttered, dribbling out another man's cum before suddenly Rhett came with his own orgasm. He screamed out and fell to his knees as a stream of inhuman semen rocketed out of his shaft. With each pulse, his cock began to grow. It stretched out to nine inches, then ten, eleven, twelve. Every time it slowed down in length, the shaft began to warp, fattening, bloating outward in width until it was three inches wide, then five.

The wobbling, showering tower of carnal flesh rose up above two cantaloupe sized balls hanging in a furry red sack. Rhett looked down at his junk, then up at the man that had given it to him. Rhett panted, sweaty, saliva collecting in the rusty colored hair hanging down from his chin. He felt amazing. He knew his life had been forever altered... and he wanted to embrace it. His hands shot out, grabbing onto the creature's shaft as his lips opened wide.

The raccoon beast grunted in delight at being manhandled, watching as Rhett re-positioned his cock. The steady, endless stream of cum splattered up the human's jersey, then into his open maw before Rhett wrapped his lips around as much of the fat cock head as he could. His mouth filled with hot, spicy cum. He swallowed at it, his own cock quivering as it was nourished.

Rhett took down gulp after gulp of seed, his heart racing. He felt it coat his throat, his stomach, even his intestines. His whole body was changing. His ears burned as they pushed up into points. His fingernails were darkening, turning from pearl to brown to black in seconds before pushing out into claws. He sucked down the cream, unable to do anything other than savor it... but with its bounty never ending, the cum started to build up. The athlete felt like he'd had a full meal, then eaten too much, and still it was coming.

The raccoon creature watched with a strange, perverse glee as he saw Rhett's stomach start to round. In moments Rhett looked like he'd slacked off the entire off season. His stomach was round, his pecs sagged a little... but those moments passed, and Rhett's belly continued to grow, sloshing around with rich hot semen. His belly pushed out larger, rounder, fuller. His jersey rode up, exposing the pale freckled stomach until the garment looked like little more than some sort of bra for his fattening pecs.

Rhett suckled from the cock, unable to stop himself even as he felt his center of gravity change, his mass shifting. His chest got bulky, his legs widened, his arms thickened, even his face took on a softness that made his stubble look bigger, thicker, broader. He guzzled it down, his own cock surpassing fourteen inches in length as the balls swelled even more. The raccoon man reached down, massaging Rhett's ears as they took on points, a reddish grey fur covering them.

The former athlete had never given much thought to being on the receiving end of gay sex compared to how much he fantasized about giving it, but he had second thoughts as his ass cheeks twitched, growing rounder and thicker even as they pulled apart. His hole quivered, exposed to open air as his tailbone throbbed, ached, pulsed and split away from his pelvis. It emerged as a wriggling nub of flesh, but as the bones re-segmented and new tendons and muscles formed, the appendage surged out.

New grayish red fur erupted from the tail, growing plump and thick, the tail springing out behind him. Equipped with heavy balls, a huge shaft and a fluffy tail, all that was left was the grey fur filling in along his upper cheeks, over his nose, across his forehead and down his back. His nose grew moist and dark, the fur turned black around his eyes, and in moments Rhett seemed to be a smaller, redder version of the beast before him. The bearded man-beast moaned, shuddering, head laying back on the bench of the subway as his load finally subsided. He sighed with bliss.

"Good boy... Very good boy." He whispered. Rhett pulled off, licking the cum from his chops. The bearded man patted the seat next to him. Rhett obediently sat down on the seat, his new cock wobbling before him. The bearded man reached down, wrapping one hand around Rhett's cock and the other around his own, stroking them both off. He smiled, "See, I knew you had big ball energy in you." The man said.

"And now it's outside of me too... We're just alike." Rhett grinned, though he paused, "But, what are we?" he asked. The man murmured.

"We are... Tanuki." The man said, "One breed of them anyway. My name is Carlos, I am your furry father." he said. Rhett purred, reaching to fondle his new father's furry balls.

"I love you father." he said. Carlos grinned.

"I love you too, boy." he said, "Though I should probably know your name before our next stop." he said, feeling the subway rumble as it started to slow.

"Oh, Rhett." The former athlete said, blushing beneath his furry cheeks.

"Rhett, what a good, strong name." Carlos said, "Now, magic flows through the veins - and balls - of any Tanuki. I need you to focus on what you were before, to try and bring that back as a shell like the shell of an egg. You have to build a mask over what you are now so humans see the you that you were, more or less." Carlos explained. Rhett was conflicted, not sure if he wanted to go back to being human, but he closed his eyes and focused. He didn't want to disappoint his new father.

Carlos watched the fur fade from his son, his ears round, his tail disappear... but not much else. Rhett still had a huge belly, huge balls, and a massive cock. He opened his now honey colored eyes with a gleeful grin, looking back at his now mostly human looking father - bald, bearded and beautiful. Carlos reached out, ruffling his hand through Rhett's wavy copper-bronze hair.

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The year was drawing to a close, and the number of wrestling matches left was shrinking fast. Blake was starting to wonder where he fit into everything in the grand scheme of things. His performance had landed him a partial scholarship to college, so at least that much panned out, but the road to get there? Blake looked up at the mirror, studying his reflection.

He was eighteen, his muscled body covered in green and blue lycra, and his left arm had a band of tribal tattoos wrapped around it. A hand drifted up, Blake running his hand over it. He missed his old school, his old team... They had known how to party, how to enjoy themselves, how to be men. Blake lowered his head, his blond bangs falling across his face.

"See, I knew you missed me." The voice echoed in the locker room. Blake looked up, confused. He recognized the voice, but doubted its presence. The shadows shifted and a huge figure emerged. Blake nearly fell off the bench in surprise. The towering figure was easily over three hundred pounds but still fit into a white and red wrestling singlet somehow. Wavy bronze-copper hair framed his face, a face bordered by a respectable red beard. He had a large frame, his shoulders wide, but even with that being said, nothing could distract the eyes from his various bulges.

The most distinct was the belly Rhett sported, as big as a beach ball and complimented by his fat pecs... but the second most distinct was his package, protruding out from the belly, his basketball shorts betraying the shape of a massive cock and even more massive balls. Blake's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. He only registered that Rhett was carrying something when he set the cask down, the container bulbous and gourd like. Rhett peeled off the lid and the smell of alcohol hit Blake, the smell of strong alcohol.

"Rh... Rhett?" Blake asked in shock.

"What, didn't recognize me? I guess I've been living the good life the last few weeks." Rhett said, "You're looking good."

"Dude, what... What happened? That's more than a few weeks of any life!" Blake said. Rhett chuckled softly, lifting the cask of sake to sip from it before offering it to Blake.

"Oh, it feels like a whole other lifetime. I guess you're right about that... But I couldn't stop thinking about my old life, and your old life. The life we shared... the life we had a bond in." Rhett said. Blake felt the guilt weighing down on him, the guilt of abandoning the life he knew, the people he knew, and for what? Maybe his new school had given him certain advantages, but at the moment it was hard to see. He reached out and picked up the cask and took a sip of the sake, though he had to hiss a bit at how potent it was. He set it back down, blinking a little.

"Rhett, I'm so sorry, I didn't... I didn't want to move, I..." Blake shuddered, looking up as Rhett put his hand on his cheek. Rhett leaned down and kissed his former class mate. Blake murmured, his lips parted, feeling a buttery smooth tongue slip in and dart around. When they broke lips, Rhett grinned, turning to walk toward the door to the gym. Blake wobbled in a daze before he blinked and sprung to his feet.

"You coming?" Rhett asked, opening the door.

"The gym's closed, they-" Blake paused, seeing light on in the gym. Blake followed after Rhett, stepping out onto the smooth waxed wooden floors. He'd barely made it out when he felt Rhett's hands grab onto him. Blake yelped, getting hoisted up off his feet, flipped and then dropped. He landed on the floor, the wind getting knocked out of him before suddenly he had huge balls covering his face. He grunted and murmured, though he suddenly felt dizzy and happy and content. His mouth slowly opened, tasting the tainted shorts.

With a few more ball rubs, Rhett lifted up and swung around, though his guise was looking a bit thin. He had dark rings around his eyes, his shorts were bulging in the back, and his fingernails were pushing into claws. Rhett crouched down, grinding his huge package against Blake's with a grin, growling. He looked up into the stands, seeing his daddy there. Carlos was smoking a long ornamental pipe, stroking his belly with his free hand.

Rhett humped at Blake, panting happily, but it wasn't enough. He had to bring his friend into the fold. He had to make another Tanuki, and his father had taught him so many ways. Rhett considered before he knew just the thing. He reached down into his singlet and pulled out a large green oak leaf. He gave it a waggle, making sure it was intact before he suddenly slapped it across Blake's forehead. The moisture from the exertion helped it to stick, and Blake shuddered as he felt suddenly dizzy.

His mind filled with visions of nature, of the seasons, of the cycle of life, and of joy. He moaned suddenly, feeling his human limitations on sexuality lifting, realizing it was only natural to go into heat. He moaned as his cock got harder and harder and harder, his nipples went like diamonds in his singlet. Blake began to drool, pant, and hump up into the air... but the most unexpected change came from his pert ass as his sphincter started to dilate, to open up, to part. His ass cheeks widened to accommodate as the ring of muscle expanded, forcing the human to whimper.

Rhett reached down and grabbed onto the stomach of Blake's uniform as his claws came out. With a firm grip, he tugged and dug in. The lycra snapped and tore, splitting out, falling in tatters. Rhett grabbed Blake's hips, lifting them, letting his legs shift until his ass was propped up. The young Tanuki gave a sniff of his friend before grinning, drawing out his huge, massive cock. He held it, guiding it along the mat until the blunt head touched Blake's quivering hole.

"Fuck... Rhett, give it to me, I need it so bad!" Blake moaned, his eyes glazed with lust. His memories had been tainted by the leaf, thinking back to all the times Rhett and he had showered next to each other, to getting matching tattoos, to riding on the bus to meets together. He longed to go back to those days, to change them, to embrace his friend with kisses, with humping, with good fucks... but Rhett was so gorgeous now with his belly, his gigantic balls, his short beard, his claws and whiskers and... fur?

Blake wobbled, looking up at Rhett as reddish grey fur covered his huge, round belly. It swept over his chest, down his arms and back, even his huge legs. Rhett's eyes grew dark as they were ringed with a mask of black fur, and his uniform disappeared as if vapors from a dream, leaving his body naked as a plump, fuzzy raccoon tail slapped down behind him across the mat. Rhett grinned, embracing his fuzzy self fully before, with a concentrated effort, he thrust forward.

The blond wrestler's fingers dug into the mat as his already expanded, dilated sphincter stretched wide around the invading cock. Rhett pushed in an inch, then two, then three before he pulled back, waited a moment, and then thrust in again. Blake howled with need, but Rhett thrust carefully at first, getting the human's body used to it before he thrust in more. With each movement, the human adjusted and stretched and Rhett could go faster, deeper, finding it easier with less resistance. He licked his lips, a clawed paw coming down to fish under the torn uniform and find Blake's cock. He wrapped his fingers around it and started to stroke up and down, up and down.

Blake had been pinned before, but never by purely sexual lusts. His backside slammed against the mat with each thrust, his legs braced to help lift him up and present his hole to his furry friend. His back arched, his mouth was agape, he panted harder and deeper and faster, writhing with lust. Rhett was getting very into it, though he gasped as he smelled a woody, oaky scent starting to waft around him. He looked up, seeing that Carlos had come down from the stands. His clawed hands worked around Rhett's body, fondling his pecs, his belly, then his balls.

Carlos came around his creation, his conversion, fondling that furry fat ass, hoisting the tail up, letting air hit the tail hole below before he advanced. Rhett shuddered, feeling a mammoth cock bump his own hole - and then start nudging in. Unlike the human, he needed no preparation. Carlos' cock pushed through the ring and dove deep, five inches, then nine. Carlos started to thrust faster, harder, deeper, shaking Rhett's body with each movement, forcing him to speed up his thrusts into Blake until they fell into a synchronous union.

"When you fill him, when you turn him, you will complete your change, you will be just like me, just like your daddy..." Carlos whispered into Rhett's ear. Rhett shuddered and moaned, a thick splash of cum leaving his cock, pouring into Blake's ass. Blake gasped and moaned, feeling his ass cheeks fatten and round suddenly, giving the cock more to push through to get to its goal. Rhett drooled more, fucking harder, grabbing onto Blake's hips to hold him in place.

Blake's mind was awash with lust as he felt hundreds of pounds of inertia drive a pillar of carnal flesh into his being. He was spread wide, speared deep, and soon Rhett found what he was seeking. A wash of pleasure ripped through the wrestler as his prostate was struck, then again, then like a jackhammer. Blake's human cock came, spraying its pearly white seed into the air, splattering it across his bush and balls.

Rhett lifted one hand to lick the human seed from it, though he winced a bit, finding it so... sweet, so simple. He knew he had to help Blake, to give him the big ball energy he deserved. Rhett leaned back, moaning as Carlos bit and nipped at his neck, feeling those fangs on his furry flesh, feeling that bushy beard tickling his neck and shoulders. He groaned harder and deeper before suddenly Rhett called out in lust, his huge shaft erupting with its bountiful load.

Blake felt a strange, fulfilling sensation spreading through his body. At first it was spiritual, but then he realized how real it was. He felt his ass being filled with cream, felt it working its way up and around, around, around, filling his intestines, cleansing as it went. It soaked into his flesh, spread further, working back and up and through until his stomach suddenly gurgled... and filled... and filled.

Rhett moaned, cumming endlessly, shuddering. He looked down, watching with bliss and glee as Blake started to reshape and remold from his influence. The human wrestler's fit, perfect stomach began to bloat, the abdominal muscles spread over the curved surface, holding as long as they could until the muscle lost its definition and the belly grew bigger and bigger and bigger. Blake reached up to hold it lovingly as it swelled, rounding outward, bloating quickly.

As handsome as Blake looked with his huge belly, his pecs started to try and catch up. His nipples widened and thickened as his pecs rounded, pushing outward, sagging slightly. As the cum soaked into him, Blake's hips began pushing out, his legs thickened, his arms did too. His body swelled and grew and bloated in every direction, though he looked woefully underprepared in a certain area.

"Give him the gift..." Carlos whispered into Rhett's ear. Rhett grinned and slowly pulled back, sliding out of Blake. The wrestler whimpered and clenched down, trying to keep that cock in his ass, but Rhett's massive tool popped out, still spewing cum. He grabbed a hold and lifted it up, bringing the flow to pour over Blake's cock. Blake's hard shaft was so sensitive and it began to tingle as the thick, yellowish cum poured down over it. It grew slick and glossy, then it started to grow, stretching toward the stream that covered it.

The Tanuki cum ran down the length, washing over the balls that started to swell and grow and round. Rhett stepped closer, his spewing cock inches from Blake's, then closer. He reached down, tugged at his foreskin, and stretched it out. As their cock heads touched, the foreskin slipped down around Blake's cock easily enough, and then it tightened, latching on. As they became docked, the foreskin tightened further, pulling them until they were slit to slit. Rhett howled, cumming even harder.

Blake's mind was washed out with pleasure as he felt a reverse orgasm, his cock pulsing almost as if it was gulping the cum down, taking it in, filling his system with it. Just like taking an ass full of the stuff, Blake felt it working around his body, around and through, saturating him until suddenly it hit his balls and they throbbed and tingled and swelled faster than any erection he'd ever had. Blake howled out as his balls grew bigger and bigger.

Rhett watched with amazement as Blake's blond hair started to blanch out, turning to the color of straw, then grey. The hair around his cock did as well, and the hair under his arms. All of it turned grey... and it started to spread. Grey stubble sprouted out across his cheeks, creeping over his upper lip before ringing down below. It crawled down his jaw, then his throat, softening and thickening until it was the same consistency of Rhett's fur.

"That's it, son... Look at your creation... You are like me." Carlos whispered into Rhett's pointed ear. Rhett moaned, then shuddered, then gasped as a tingling wave of pleasure passed through his body. What had been a short reddish grey beard started to surge, pushing out of his face. An inch extruded out, then another, then a third. His mustache thickened, curling down over his upper lip. The thicker hair crept up his cheeks, different than his fur, thicker and bushier. The curtain, the mane of hair descended from his jaw, brushing his adam's apple, then cascading across his chest until it brushed at his fat, plump nipples.

Rhett moaned, his voice deeper. His stomach gurgled before it pushed out more, growing fatter, and rounder, and his balls responded in kind. They hung lower, swung wider, plumping and swelling as they came into full maturity. The cum he poured into Blake only increased, fattening the boy up faster as his fingernails darkened to black and pushed out into claws. Blake panted as fur sprouted around his eyes, darkening into a bandit mask. His ears tingled and stretched to points, fur sweeping over the backsides.

With each moment, less of Blake's human flesh was visible. Fur covered every inch, even his palms as paw pads formed and his digits became plumper, covered in black fur like gloves. His cock wobbled, surging past ten inches, then fourteen, then sixteen, pushing out of the foreskin dock until it broke free, erupting with its own mixture of cum. Blake made all manner of incoherent sounds, panting hard as he felt a wriggling mass push out behind his ass cheeks, his tail forming. It pushed out longer, the fur sprouting steadily.

Rhett felt so powerful, so manly, so amazing. He had created a new Tanuki with just the power of his cum. He'd come into his own, making his daddy proud, and he knew his new fuzzy family was just the start. There was no doubt his other teammates would enjoy the big ball energy, that they'd covet their bellies, their balls, and their big dicks... The Tanuki would rise again, and this was just the start. Rhett turned his head as Carlos leaned in, their lips locked, their beards rubbing together as they embraced, tongues tangling and cocks dribbling with supernatural cum.