Friday's Ring Surprise
I did this for Friday Otter/Dandin a while ago, and it appears I never shared it. I found it in my "Almost done, needs polishing" folder and decided to give it a bit of spitshine.
There's a lesson to be learned here: If you won't want to turn into an overmuscled oversexed otterman who is in constant edging, don't go putting on strange cockrings you find randomly.
Or do. I'm not a cop.
Friday was unpacking from the con when something fell out of one of his suitcase's outer pouches. He bent over to pick it up off the floor, blushing a little when he realized it was a cockring. Confused for a moment as he didn't own one, Friday decided to try it on, unzipping his pants and letting them hit the floor.
The toned man grinned at himself in the mirror, his large shirt pulled tautly against his chest. His excitement at trying this out meant his cock was erect in no time, and his shorts and underwear dropped to the ground at his shoes.
Friday closed his eyes and shivered at the ring going down his flared head and stiff shaft, bringing it all the way to the base. He opened his eyes and checked out his new accessory, smiling until something within him suddenly pulsed, freezing him in place.
His heart sped up, beating faster as a strange warmth grew within him. Friday's thoughts quickly went to worry as he realized he probably shouldn't have put a strange cockring on, but a hot flash of need and desire washed over him and ruined his train of thought.
Friday's body pulsed again, then slowly began to grow. Mmhis already athletic form became more defined, his arms and legs adding on inches. His shoulders spread further apart and his chest barreled out, bones reshaping and supporting the growth of muscle. His shirt strained then tore, exposing a rippling back and heavily muscled front, pectorals forming a shelf over thickly cobbled abs, and surprisingly hairier than normal.
His hips gave a crunching sound as they widened to fit his frame and give space to his thickening thighs, capped by the swelling bubble of his rump and a feeling of pressure above it.
The hair across his body spread and thickened, becoming dense fur. His hands and feet ached as they swelled, feet bursting from his size 14 shoes and hands thickening and looking like catcher mitts, fingers thick and clumsy. His nails became pointed as the skin between his fingers grew and stretched, becoming webs.
The pressure ramped up in his rump and Friday cried out, a surprisingly deep rumbling moan filling the room as his spine extended, growing down to his feet, rapidly becoming thick with muscle and fur.
Pressure welled in the changing man's head as his skull reshaped as the fur covered it. His ears shrank and became round while his nose darkened, pushed away from his face as his jaw reshaped into a squared muzzle.
The heat in his body intensified, causing Friday to moan again. His balls began to feel heavy as they thickened and swelled up, the fur covered sac becoming taut and stretching to accommodate the two oranges hanging down.
Something inside Friday pulsed, then raced up his cock. Pale flesh darkened to red as the changing otter became huffing in need, his cock stretching and reshaping, the ring growing to fit as his erection pulled up against his body, growing head leaving being a trail of pre on his fur as it moved up to, then past, his belly button.
The paralysis holding Friday in place vanished, and the now heavily-muscled otter fell to his knees with a room shaking thud, his thick and clumsy paws needily stroking his shaft as his mind only focused on getting off, other thoughts pushed away and slowly forgotten as he stroked.
The manly otter did not notice another enter the room, and looked up in lust addled surprise to see another person in there with him. Thoughts slowed through the lustful haze drowning his brain, he finally recognized who it was. "Koorivulf..?" Friday managed to mutter. The other man grinned.
"I can help you with that... but the price is service. You can be what you always wanted to be.. As my servant. And as a reward, I'll let you cum."
Friday's thoughts were a sodden mess as he tried to process this, on the edge of a decision and orgasm. He didn't want to be a servant, but his toes were curling, large chest was heaving. Sweat glistened in in his fur, stretched taut over quivering muscles as he shivered with need. Friday's thick rudder whipped back and forth, dangerously thrashing around. His balls churned and cock leaked, the heat of his need demanding he exert himself ever more to seek release.
Friday didn't want to be a servant...
....But...
/end