Interest for Interest 3

Story by draconicon on SoFurry

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Decker, a rather large asshole of an orca, goes to a coffee shop to pick up coffee beans and perhaps a bit of side action. What he gets is a hefty helping of karma.

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Interest for Interest

Part 3

for Guderian and Askir

by Draconicon

Decker stepped off the bus with a grunt and a grumble, the orca looking down the street to the Wayside Roasters coffee shop. He'd picked the right time to come down; usually, they had a line out the door, but it looked like there were only a few people waiting on orders inside today. Jackpot for him, and from the looks of it, the cute kangaroo chick was the barista on-duty today.

"Not to mention some hot pieces of ass in line," he muttered to himself as he jogged across the street, flipping off one car that dared to honk at him for rushing across. "Hey, fuck off! I go where I want!"

The driver didn't respond. They never did, of course, considering he was who he was. It took a special kind of idiot to argue with an orca to begin with, and with someone that had spent as much time in the gym as himself, even that special kind of idiot tended to think twice.

He paused as he reached the front door of the coffee shop, admiring himself in the glass. It reflected an orca seven and a half feet tall, decked out in an open jacket, tight jeans that hugged a package that he loved showing off, and muscles that were so thick and strong that they were all but popping his shirt out, stretching out the sleeves and chest to the point that the fabric would barely be able to hold together later. Decker gave a token effort to keep from flexing, and then gave in, pulling his arms up and out to the sides. It took barely any tension to make his muscles pop, his jacket feeling unreasonably tight for a moment before he brought it down.

"Heh, let 'em all see that. Bet Ellie would have swooned if she were here..."

Not that Ellie really swooned most of the time, but he liked to imagine that the bitch was more appreciative of his godly body than she was. The bluejay was often too shy to actually say anything about how hot he looked, something that he regularly got a little pissed with her about. After all, how hard was it to give a freaking compliment to a hot boyfriend? He had worked fucking hard to get this jacked, and he wasn't about to let someone go around pretending that it didn't really matter.

Hell, he'd find someone else if he had to. He already had a number of side chicks, gals that liked to see him around the gym and some of the baristas that worked out here. They'd probably kill to take Ellie's place if she didn't step up her game a bit.

Shaking his head, Decker stepped inside, getting in line behind some tall, scaly piece of ass that nearly bumped her head against the ceiling. The orca usually wasn't interested in the freakish people - tall, short, whatever - but this time, he was tempted to make an exception.

Hello, ass, he thought, looking down at the green-scaled woman's cheeks. They were big, full, and wide, just the sort of thing that a big guy like himself was looking for in a partner. Ellie had never actually grown into her body, never actually gotten the sort of curves that a stud like him really deserved in a woman, but this bitch? Oh, she had it, and then some. He licked his lips as he looked down at the business-gray skirt that barely covered that fat ass, his fingers itching to get a grip on it.

He gave into that itch, reaching out and pulling the woman closer by the hips. She yelped, whipping her head around, sunglasses with an odd yellow glow behind them looking down at him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked.

"Come on, babe. You telling me you can't take a compliment?"

"...You're one of those assholes, then?"

"Heh, I like to think that I'm one of those gifts to the world, babe. Come on, you telling me you wouldn't want a piece of this?"

As he pulled one hand back from her hips, she wiggled out of his grip. The rest of the coffee shop was studiously looking anywhere but at him and the oversized - what was she, anyway? He had to take a second look now that he wasn't just staring at her ass, and he eventually figured that she had to be some sort of scaly thing. Little horns around her head like some sort of thorny crown, a stubby kind of muzzle, smooth rather than bumpy? What were those little lizard things that were pretending to be dragons half the time? Fuck, k something.

Kobold? Yeah, that was it. He chuckled, putting his hand on his hip as she took a step back. It didn't matter that she topped him by a foot and a half. She was a hot piece of ass, and he wanted it.

"Come on. What's the matter? You so stiff that you can't relax for a second?" he asked. "What do you say that we take a little walk around the building and -"

"Stop right there if you want to keep talking to anyone, ever."

"Heh. Alright, so you got a cost. What'll it be?"

"Are you propositioning me?"

"Nah. I'm too hot to have to spend money on pussy. Or tail."

"...Is that so?" The oversized kobold smirked, tapping her chin with one finger. "Don't you think that you should tone down the ego just a bit?"

"Why the fuck should I do that? Gets me what I want, doesn't it?"

"Hasn't gotten me yet."

"Yet, heh."

"...Hmm, hmm. Well, I was looking for a way to liven up my day," the kobold said, reaching up for her glasses. "Thing is, you have no self-awareness, and barely any awareness of any sort, I think."

"Heh, and why do you say that? Found you, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but based on how you're acting, you don't know what you found."

"What are you talking about?"

"Look down, dipshit."

Decker did, and his eyes all but bugged out of their sockets as he saw that the front of the kobold's skirt was pushed so far forward that it was almost not there. A pair of cocks - each one at least three feet long - pointed straight at him, and it was a miracle that they weren't shoving him back like stiff arms. He stuttered and stammered, taking a step back as he saw the piercings through each rod glittering as they twitched and bounced to an unheard beat.

"Heh, that's what I thought," the kobold said. "Little bitch that is all about the curve and is scared by a dick bigger than his."

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Oh, nothing compared to what's wrong with you." She chuckled, pulling at the edge of her glasses, slightly tilting them down her snout. "You know, I was thinking that I'd just get a coffee and then head back to the home office, get a little work done. But today? Oh, ho, today I'm going to have some fun. I just love finding little shits like you and putting you in your place."

"You - the deal's off. I don't want -"

"And I didn't want to get dry-humped while waiting for my coffee, but neither of us are getting what we wanted today, are we?"

The orca was just about to turn and leave - fuck the order with crazies like this around - but before Decker could make that move, the kobold finally dragged her sunglasses off all the way. As soon as they hit the bridge of her snout, he was lost.

She had brilliant yellow-gold eyes, and they glowed with a light that he didn't understand, both bright and clear, and more than that, smothering. The second he made direct contact, he was lost, pulled into her gaze as if that was all that mattered, all that had ever mattered. He gasped, trying to turn his head, but his eyes just moved to keep contact with her, and he could never quite turn his head enough to keep his eyes off her.

"That's right, dick. You're going to listen to me now."

"What...what is..."

"This is Askir. And Askir is me." She stepped forward, her massive cocks sliding around either side of his hips as she grabbed his chin in the most condescending fashion that he'd ever encountered, forcing him to look up at her rather than leaving his head free. "And you're going to have a treat today."

"Nnngh...let...let go..."

"How about no?"

She leaned in, her nose bumping his as she looked deeper into his eyes. That glow, that bright yellow stare, was pulling him deeper, and nobody seemed to react. Decker wanted someone to say something, just to say whether he was insane or not, just to tell him that this was happening. Was this a nightmare? Was he still -

"From now on, I am what you want."

"No...I don't...I don't want..."

"Every girl you see...is me."

"I..."

"Every man you see...is me."

"I don't want...this isn't..."

"Everyone is Askir. Askir is everyone."

The words were rolling through him without context or clear understanding, and he was swimming in the tide of sound and light. The orca would have stumbled head over heels if she wasn't holding him tight, and even so, his legs were going weak as that glow seemed to get stronger and stronger. She pushed him back and he went with it, feeling the coffee shop door against his back.

"Everyone is Askir."

"Nnngh...what does...what does that..."

Why was he so tired?

Why was he so weak?

What the fuck was going on?

"Askir is everyone."

The kobold smiled, leaning down and giving him a kiss on the forehead, almost like some matron 'blessing' a child. She chuckled, patting his cheek, and then -

"Order for Jeffrey, order for Jeffrey."

And just like that, the world returned to normal. Decker gasped, feeling like he was tilting over, and desperately grabbed for the doorframe behind him. The orca's heart hammered in his chest as he struggled to pull himself together, whipping his head left and right to try and find that crazy bitch. Yet, there was no sign of her. She was gone, completely vanished as if she had never been. That was impossible; she was nine feet tall, and that meant that he should have seen her through the windows that pointed out toward the street, at the very least, but there was nothing, no sign of the kobold at all.

What the hell had just happened? Had it been -

No, no way. That wasn't real. He'd just been having some sort of daydream nightmare. That was all. He didn't think of weird shit like that most of the time, but -

Fuck. It was gone, that was all that mattered. Decker forced himself to breathe out firmly, then put a smile on his face as he got back in line.

He looked past the line of customers at the kangaroo chick that was tending the counter. The barista was one of his favorites, named Kya, and while she wasn't anything special at making coffee, she had a hell of a nice bod. A bigger set of C-cup boobs that were just enough to strain that blue-black apron that they all wore here, and with hips to kill as she hopped back and forth behind the counter. More than once, he'd stolen a good look down her shirt when at the front of the line, and he'd had the luck to find her in a bikini barista elsewhere in town when she needed to pick up more cash. Heh, the times that he'd gotten her to take those pasties off back then...

Pity that she was almost never there anymore. The things that he could probably get away with these days.

Yet, the more that he stared as the line of customers faded, the more that he was sure that she had never been quite that big in the chest. Big, yeah, good sized, handfuls of tit, but this? This was looking...

This was weird. He swore that they'd been on the inside of the apron, if only barely, last time that he was here, but this time, looking at her from the second position in line, he was almost sure that they were starting to spill out around the sides. And was she...bigger? Taller, at the very least? Did they make heels for roos?

Everyone is Askir. Askir is everyone.

No, no, that was just bullshit. There was no way.

He shook his head as Kya finished off with the customer in front of him, clearing room for him. Decker flicked himself on the back of the head, stepped forward -

And immediately knew something was wrong. Kya had never been more than five-foot-six, far shorter than his seven-foot-six height. He'd been able to look down at her over and over again, always looming over the meager little roo woman, but now? Now, she wasn't quite his height, but she was able to look up at him without cricking her neck, her eyes somewhere near his chin rather than his pecs, and...and she was still rising. His eyes widened as he stared, unable to look away as she began her spiel.

"Welcome to Wayside Roasters. How can I help you today?"

"You...what's going on?"

"What do you mean, uh...sir?" Kya asked, her eyes flicking down in such an insulting gesture, as if she had to check whether he was male with a glance at his crotch. "Do you see something I don't?"

"You're - hey. Hey!" Decker shouted at the man who'd been in front of him. "The hell is going on here? You see this, right?"

"If you're bothered by a woman showing her tits a bit, man, you're in the wrong coffee shop," the rat ahead of him muttered, adjusting his coffee further down the line.

"No, that's not it, it's - holy shit!"

Decker took a step back from the counter, his mouth falling further open as a rip went right down Kya's shirt. Any other day, he would have welcomed the wardrobe malfunction to see more of those perfect roo tits, but this time, the impossibility of it scared him. He watched as her cream-furred breasts continued to expand, all but lifting the apron - no, actually lifting it - as she leaned forward from the new weight. She was his height, now, and rising higher, looking down at him for the first time. It felt wrong, so wrong.

And the worst part was, nobody was reacting to it. Even those people that had joined the line behind him were not saying a word. He looked over his shoulder, wordlessly gesturing at Kya, and the rest of the line just looked at him as if he was one more Karen that they had to deal with, someone pissed off over nothing.

"Sir, if you don't know what you want - and I understand, sometimes all that blood flow to something so tiny makes it hard to think -"

"Tiny?!"

Decker whipped around, leaning over the counter and jabbing his finger against it in raw anger. He was about to spout off when he looked down again.

Kya's pants were revealed as her growing breasts finally pushed her apron up sufficiently for that view, and he stared, not just at the way that her hips were filling out and making the waistline of her pants rip and tear, but worse, looking right at the crotch of her pants as a bulge that had surely never been there before throbbed and churned and swelled before his eyes.

No way...no way...

Yet, it was there. No way that it could have been there on the bikini barista shifts that she'd had, no way that she could have hidden that, but it was fucking there now. It was a huge cock, too, something that was growing bigger and bigger, swelling to the point where it might just have been a little bit larger than his own. His jaw dropped as she pushed herself a bit closer to the counter, letting her new equipment rest there, showing it off in its barely-disguised glory as she chuckled to herself.

"Oh, I get it. You're one of those guys, hmm?"

"W-what are you talking about? What guys?"

"You know, those guys. You act all tough so that you can have girls like me show you where you belong. You know, where all the dinky guys go?"

"Dinky?!"

Decker had never, ever, ever had someone insult him like that. If it had been another guy, he might have lashed out, punching their lights out, but here, in this insane, impossible situation, he didn't know what to do. Kya's bulge jumped slightly higher in her pants, a button flying off her pants.

"Oh, you won't have to wait long, dear. If you'll just step to the side, we can do a comparison and get it out of your system, okay? Or did you have an order waiting? Something for pick-up?"

"I...I..."

"Do you have a name on that order?"

"Ellie," he said, his mind shifting to autopilot as it was completely overwhelmed.

"Oh, how cute. Is that your sissy name or are you getting it for a friend?"

"I - friend - girlfriend!"

"Oh, dear, dear, dear. You still have one? And she has to deal with that little thing?" Kya shook her head. "Poor dear."

This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. This was too surreal, too wrong for any of it to make sense. And yet, here he was, nodding blankly over something that really shouldn't have been possible, let alone agreeable.

The kangaroo stepped around back, her cock almost pushing out of her pants at that point, and he was half-sure that he saw some sort of horns along the top of her head.

Everyone is Askir. Askir is everyone.

But who the hell was Askir?

And what had she done to him?

Kya returned a moment later with a bag of pre-ground coffee, and he paid for it without a word. She was still growing, looking down on him with six inches advantage by the time that he was done and could flee out the door. Her laughter, formerly such a hot, flirtatious sort of sound, was a humiliating, horrific sound to chase him away.

He ran, ran, ran from the coffee shop, darting across the street and almost getting hit by three separate cars. The third time, he punched the hood and immediately regretted it, wincing as he cupped his scraped knuckles, but the honking horns stopped as he reached the bus stop. Leaning against the side of it, he wheezed as he tried to catch his breath and get his heart to slow the fuck down.

Whatever had happened, nobody else had reacted to it. Nobody had even seemed to realize that it was going on. Was he hallucinating that whole time? Was he...had he just made a complete fool of himself? What the hell? What the fucking hell was happening to him?

"Has...has to be...my imagination," he muttered under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. "That can't have been real. People don't just..."

You have a girlfriend? With a dinky thing like that?

That hurt, and he growled under his breath. He did not have anything 'dinky' about his cock. That was sixteen fucking inches down there -

That kobold had 36 inches.

He hated his mind for bringing things like that up, and he bit his lips as he tried to keep it from slipping out again. This. Was. Not. Real. It couldn't be, and it wouldn't be. All he had to do...all he had to do was get home, show Ellie where she belonged again, and he'd be back on top of the world.

He'd be fine.

Decker kept breathing deep, focusing one-hundred-percent of his attention on his heart-rate and everything else that was going on with his chest and his breathing and nothing on the people around him. He didn't know what had turned Kya from that hot little piece of roo ass that she had been into the giantess that had a cock that looked even bigger than his -

That wasn't real. That wasn't.

  • but he was not going to let that happen here. He was done with that. No more of that. All he had to do was keep his eyes to himself and wait for the bus. That was all he had to do.

Clutching the bag of coffee to his chest, he leaned back against the bus stop. Time ticked by, and the glass warmed against his back before the bus finally arrived. He walked out of the shelter and stood by the pole, trying to get his cocky attitude back so that he could feel more like himself. The driver just nodded at him as he walked on, and he didn't even commit his usual bullshit of just walking by and taking a seat rather than paying. He tapped his card like everyone else and sat down in the front of the bus, leaning his head back and focusing on taking deep breaths rather than anything else. That was key right now.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Eventually, his heart settled down, and he was able to sit normally. The bus stopped again, and someone else got on.

Decker narrowed his eyes at the Aggron that stepped onboard. The turtle-like, skull-faced man was not a small sample of his species. While not as tall as the orca, the Aggron was thick across the shoulders and hips, and he had the muscles of someone that had been hitting the gym time and again, building himself up with muscles that were both performative and useful. He bulged against his workout shirt and tiny shorts, and he looked like one of those gym bunnies that loved to flaunt what they had.

He hated competition. He sneered at the other man as he paid his fare, refusing to scoot in on his seat when the Aggron walked close. Forcing the other man to stand, he imagined what it would be like to take him down a peg. A flex-off was something that he was all but sure that he could win here, even with the slight stop-start problem that the bus would have offered.

Yet, even as he considered it, he realized that something else was happening. The Aggron was...thicker, somehow, rounder in the hips and standing a little taller than he had been when getting on the bus. Decker shook his head, sure that he was imagining it, but -

Everyone is Askir. Askir is everyone.

He leaned further back in his seat as the black and white male seemed to swell before his eyes, muscles growing and all but exploding upwards in a gradual transformation. Just as impossible as what had happened with Kya, the Aggron was getting taller, stronger...

Bigger.

It wasn't just the muscles, either, but two key attributes. The Aggron's chest was slowly pushing out, the workout shirt getting stretched even further, nipples that probably hadn't been there before showing through the sweat-stained, white fabric. Decker's eyes fixed to the darker circles, unable to look away as the shirt stretched around them, pushing forward and sagging down further and further as he just kept staring.

Further down, those shorts were stretching, getting pulled between two thick ass cheeks, but at the front, the already-prodigious bulge that the Aggron had was getting bigger, thicker, and -

Splitting. It was fucking splitting.

Everyone is Askir. Askir is everyone.

He shook his head with a wordless 'no' on his lips, unable to believe what he was seeing. The Aggron had to have gone from just over six feet to just over seven, looking down at him with a growing smirk. Decker looked up between those swelling tits - tits that would normally have been hot on someone else - to find that the Aggron was chuckling at him.

"Well, look at you. Skipping gym days, little guy?"

"I'll show you little," Decker growled.

"Come on, it's just fun. I mean, look at me. I'm having the time of my life getting fit, filling out and all," the Aggron said, his voice somehow more androgynous by the second. He dragged one hand down his body, almost like he was deliberately showing off all his curves and swollen spots. "You could be like this too, you know. All you have to do is apply yourself a bit. Well...maybe most of it. That dinky little thing -"

"It's not small!"

"Oh come on. Stand up, man. Stand up."

Decker did, meaning to take a swing at the transforming turtle, but no sooner had he risen to his feet than he was pulled chest to chest - and bulge to bulge - with the other man. His eyes went wide as he felt the sheer size of that cock through those tight shorts, sure that it was at least his size...and possibly a little bigger.

And that was...that was each dick. There were two in there, and each one was his size, and that meant that there was a fully unused, uncontested cock that he could not match.

His words died in his throat, his cheeks burning hotter and hotter as he realized just what he was doing. He tried to sit down, only for the Aggron to grab him by the hips, pulling him closer, eye to eye, chest to chest, crotch to crotch. They were almost grinding there in public, and the only saving grace was that the only one that might see what was happening was the bus driver. Decker tried to pull away, but the Aggron just chuckled, pulling him that much closer, that much tighter to him.

"Come on, you gotta feel it, right? You're just...not measuring up, man."

"Let go of me!"

"Nah, not yet. You're not getting the picture, man. Look at that? Look down at what I got."

He didn't have much of a choice. He had lost the height advantage, and now, he was losing the muscle advantage as the Aggron grabbed him and made him look down. That heavy hand on the back of his head could have easily done so much more than it was, and he didn't dare make a fuss when he was forced to -

God, it was bigger. It was somehow still growing, and that sac was on the verge of spilling out of those tight shorts and exposing themselves to the public. His cheeks burned all the hotter as he saw that his own bulge was actually getting a little stiffer, showing off a little more size, but for cock. Not tits, not ass, cock.

What was wrong with him?

"Yeah, you get it now? It's just a little thing, isn't it? So puny, so pathetic. Seriously, just get to the gym and start bulking up. You're gonna need to be bigger than that if you want to do anything for someone."

"I...have...a girlfriend," Decker said, holding tight to that small bit of pride.

"The hell you do. Let me guess, good tongue-work?"

"N-no," he said, and hated himself for stuttering. "I just...I fuck her good. I fuck 'em all good."

"Heh, you keep telling yourself, man. Geez. I'd hate to be you. I mean, titless, tiny, and looking like some pathetic little cuck in the waiting? What do you do, keep her all to yourself, never let her leave, so she doesn't know how bad she's got it in comparison to everyone else?"

There was a little too much truth to that for Decker's liking. Ellie had always been more of a homebody, wanting to stay at the apartment rather than head out anywhere. She 'let' him do all the out of the housework, and that ended up being just fine with him. She didn't see other people, didn't have guests -

No competition.

Because he hated competition.

Because you'd lose.

Desperate for any way out, he lunged for the pull-cord. The bus slowed and the transformed Aggron let him go, chuckling.

"Just remember what I said. The minute that she realizes what's out there -"

He ran for it, slamming the bus door behind him as he stumbled out onto the street. The bus roared as it went past, leaving him shaking and panting and - fuck, fucking far too hard down there for what had just happened to him, and with a guy.

Decker covered his face, shaking his head. It had happened twice now, some stupid, bullshit, impossible transformation that had been more than he could take, and which had completely overwhelmed him and left him unable to fight back against the humiliations that, whatever these hallucinations came from, seemed all too willing to heap down on him. Why was this happening?

That...kobold. That Askir. She'd said that everyone that he looked at would be like her, that he would want her, and that everything he wanted -

Everything he wanted would be her.

He had wanted Kya.

He had envied and despised that Aggron.

"Ellie..."

The orca imagined his girlfriend back at the apartment, thought of her small, five-foot-four frame, her slight curves that had never really been enough to get him so hard and wanting as the other women in his life, and shivered at the thought of just looking at her and seeing her transform. Kya had started getting horns on her head; would Ellie start going from bluejay to kobold? Or would she just -

Just?!

  • stop at getting a cock?

The idea of his girlfriend going from that petite little thing - curveless as she was - to something so monstrous and...and confident was more than the orca could take. He grunted as he pushed himself upright, shaking his head as he stumbled along, his eyes on the horizon as he imagined what he would find when he got there.

He told himself that he'd have to keep his eyes off Ellie and hope that was enough. Both Kya and the Aggron had grown when he kept staring at them, and he had found that it had been impossible to look away once he got started. If he could just keep his eyes on something else - which would be easy to do, considering the bluejay wasn't that hot, just his - he could probably keep from dooming himself.

And her.

But mostly him.

Everyone is Askir. Askir is everyone.

Whatever that meant, he could deal with it as long as he figured out the rules. Decker groaned as he walked down the street, his eyes on the apartment building just around the corner. Once he got there, he could figure this out. He could sit down, not worry, and -

And he had left the coffee on the bus.

Decker fumbled for the bag, realized it wasn't there, and threw his head back in a scream. Was it an overreaction? Yes. Was it something that made complete and total sense with everything that he had just gone through? Also yes.

The orca kept screaming for nearly a minute before finally slumping down against one of the nearby power poles, resisting the urge to bang his head off it a few times in sheer frustration. First, he gets fucked with by a fucking weird lady with a pair of dicks, then everyone that he fantasized about started becoming that weird sort of chick with dicks, and now, he didn't have the very thing that he'd left the apartment to get.

Today was turning out to be a right old shitstorm, and it wasn't even half done yet. He didn't want to imagine what would happen next.

The End

Summary: Decker, a rather large asshole of an orca, goes to a coffee shop to pick up coffee beans and perhaps a bit of side action. What he gets is a hefty helping of karma.

Tags: M/Intersex, Transformation, Female to Intersex, Male to Intersex, Size Difference, SPH, Smaller Than The Ladies, Growth, Hypnosis, Askir, Kobold, Orca, Kangaroo, Aggron, Humiliation, Miniseries,