Addiction at A Taste
Serral yawned as he lounged in a large chair located in his living room, his legs stretche...
Serral yawned as he lounged in a large chair located in his living room, his legs stretched out before him. The large tiger's footpaws were reclined upwards, resting on a fair-sized coffee table that sat between the chair and its neighboring sofa, a glass paneling showing the floor beneath framed by a dark, polished wood. The table itself had the look of being cleaned regularly, which was true; after all, the large, lazy feline that was on the verge of dozing off made sure to polish everything to perfection to ensure the wood didn't stain. Of course, the wood wouldn't stain if he didn't have quite as much "fun" as he often did, but Serral enjoyed playtime with himself or with others far too much to let a little cleaning deter him.
The tiger stood approximately seven feet tall, maybe an inch shorter; he hadn't measured it lately, so there was no way he'd know for sure. Of course, he didn't care much about his height, as it was a... negligible fact about him. Many facts were negligible, after all, but Serral only felt that way because they were inconsistent. The reason this was possible was due to his abilities; though the tiger didn't fancy himself a god or anything, he had the power to make small alterations to reality here and there, particularly concerning himself. Thus his body changed often, and never once were the overall facts of his form ever consistent.
Right now, Serral had taken on a more muscled form, an Adonis-like body that would make males and females alike swoon, and would make professional bodybuilders green with envy. Thick pecs pressed against each other, fighting for space and even pressing against the tiger's chin lightly if he looked down, mounds of solid muscle covered by a thick layer of creamy fur that softened the chiseled lines of his torso. His abdomen wasn't a firm eight-pack layer of bricks like it was earlier, but instead curved lightly outwards, not quite a belly but on the edge of a musclegut; he had been indecisive on how he had wanted his torso. A thick, rounded ass stretched the back of his sweatpants as they clung to those striped globes, his curling tail lazily flickering back and forth with its tip gently rubbing along the upholstery of the chair.
The feline stretched his arms above him, his cannonball-sized shoulders leading along to biceps as wide as bowling balls, flexing and swelling outwards. The lines of his back were a perfect "V" as well as his lats flared upwards into those wide shoulders. His legs were of the same cut; rolling down from that hefty rump they swelled into thick mounds, thighs as thick around as the average person's waist before slowly moving down towards his large footpaws. Each paw was larger than expected on an average feline, but when Serral felt like being big, he made everything big, so that his large feet could probably cover a person's face completely should he want to. Size was everything with the feline.
And speaking of size... Serral's emerald eyes glittered as they moved down his torso, past the swell of his thick pecs. He had to lean forward a bit to see past them, but it was worth it for the sight of his large member straining the front of his sweats. As stated, size was everything to the tiger, and his package was no exception. When you could alter your own body at will, what male would settle for a small cock? Serral had a full eighteen inches of thick, black humanoid meat practically bursting out of the front of his sweatpants. The color had been an experiment he had been toying with, but the big cat liked the look. The sheer amount of meat pushed the waistband back a bit, and the base of his cock was visible if Serral bent forward enough to see it. His hefty balls bounced and sloshed with the slightest movement he made, each as big and perfectly round as a softball, the orbs hanging loosely from his body.
A paw roamed down the tiger's body as Serral felt his shaft quiver from just the thought of it, grinning as his fingers brushed along his smooth, rounded musclegut. Gently the soft black pads of his paws stroked the firm contours of his body, sending an electrifying chill down the feline's spine and causing his shaft to jump. The already existing tent from his soft shaft being crammed into the stretchy but confining pants swelled out a bit bigger, another inch of that delicious-looking black meat exposed as Serral teased himself. Fingers slowly moved closer, pressing against the waistband of his sweats, and in a moment they curled around the bulging tent that started to outline the growing cock, squeezing gently at the large package.
Serral let out a soft moan as he squeezed his thick meat, the swollen shaft still growing in leaps and bounds and pulling the sweatpants away from his waist. After a moment of letting them bulge further and further around his hardening meat, he finally lowered his other paw to hook into the waistband of his pants, pulling them down gently in a few short tugs. Inch after inch of his swollen cock began to pop free, and after a few more tugs the whole mass of black feline flesh slapped against his small gut, a gentle trail of pre oozing down the tiger's firm belly. Serral gasped lightly at the wet slap of flesh on his body, and it was all he could do not to just grip his shaft and go at it right now.
But Serral loved teasing himself too much; the tiger might have the power to change his body however he wanted, but he savored every form because in the end, they were all him. There was no need to rush such pleasure, especially since he could make it last as long as he wanted, and make it happen as long as possible. With that in mind, the paw that wasn't on his sweatpants moved down to the twin orbs that hung beneath his shaft, grabbing one in his large paw and squeezing gently. That in turn caused another surge of pleasure and another large splash of pre to soak his belly, Serral's toes curling and his tail stiffening before he melted into the wonderful sensation.
Slowly the tiger's paw inched up his groin, and the pads of his paws lightly brushed against his thick black member. Another loud groan came at that touch, the feline's cock particularly sensitive as he shivered in electrified bliss. Serral almost seemed to move in slow motion as he wrapped his paw around his shaft, gripping it lightly but firmly, holding it in that one paw though he easily could have fit the other along its massive length above it. He took a deep breath, as if he was preparing himself, and indeed it was. It was that rush when you felt you were about to jump off of the edge and dive, an exhilarating feeling that said "I'm going to do this." Serral bit his lip, and prepared to give his cock the first stroke that would spike his pleasure a hundredfold.
Just then, the doorbell rang, and Serral groaned. Who could it be, and why now? With a sigh, he started to stuff his cock back into his sweatpants, before an idea hit him. A mischievously sinister grin crossed the feline's muzzle, and he let his pants fall to the floor, walking over to the door with his mostly-hard shaft bouncing against his thick thighs, his belly and paws still lightly stained with pre as he went to see who was unlucky enough to bother him in the middle of enjoying his body.
Beryl sighed as he waited at the door, checking the watch on his wrist out of habit. The hyena's muzzle was curled into a frown, and he tapped his toes impatiently. He hated the company policies, but he had to follow them; ring the doorbell, wait five minutes, and if no one answered, leave the package on the doorstep. The five minute wait when no one was home was painfully annoying, and unfortunately happened quite often. The canine had hoped that the owner of the house was home though, considering his car was still in the driveway (he guessed it was a male, anyway, judging by the name "Serral," though Beryl admitted it could go either way). But so far, no one had come to the door, and his watch was ticking through the fourth minute now. It seemed that he would be on his way to his next delivery soon.
Beryl was your typical hyena, covered in dusty-brown fur and standing at roughly 6'2". His frame was well-built, though not particularly bulky; he kept himself in shape, but the male wasn't motivated enough to really build up his muscles. Dark blue eyes, his namesake, stood out beneath a crop of messy hair that sort of went in every direction down his face and around his pointed ears, and his face seemed to be in a perpetual frown. It wasn't so much that he was always grumpy, merely that his muscles seemed to relax into that expression. As a result, Beryl was seen as sort of stand-offish from his appearance. The fact that he didn't let loose a cackling giggle nearly as often as most hyenas did added to the somber atmosphere around him.
The hyena worked for DeliveryCorp, a business that, as the name suggested, specialized in deliveries. Beryl had worked there for two years now, mostly handling package deliveries in the area. As a result he recognized a lot of houses on his route from familiar visits, but this was a new one. The canine had never been to this "Serral's" house, so he had no idea what the owner was like. Would he (she?) become a familiar customer? Beryl liked knowing who his deliveries were going to, if for no other reason than to make his job a little more interesting. Plus it gave him an opportunity to socialize here and there; he hadn't made any serious friends from his route, but now and again he could stop for a drink and a brief chat with a few of the people he had met.
Beryl checked his watch again. "Five... four... three..."
Suddenly the doorknob turned and there was the click of a lock. Beryl straightened up with a start, trying to look as professional as possible in order to make a good first impression. Swallowing, he straightened his collar as the door opened, opening his muzzle in order to greet the client properly and with a smile creasing his normally morose expression. Before he even got the first word out, however, the canine's voice trailed off, and his mind went completely blank as he got his first sight of Serral.
Immediately the hyena covered his eyes in a mixture of politeness and embarrassment, turning his head with a cough and a slight blush. The tiger that had opened the door was completely naked! Beryl was comfortable in his bisexuality and was interested in either gender, but he wasn't prepared for a full frontal flashing while he delivered a package! The hyena wasn't sure how to react to this; normally his clients were fully clothed or at least wearing a robe or something! This tiger hadn't even bothered to make himself decent! Though Beryl could admit that with a package like the one the feline had (pun unintended) it would probably be hard to make him fully decent. But he wasn't even trying!
"Is something wrong?"
Beryl shivered at the tiger's deep, bass voice almost seeming to echo through him. It was unsurprisingly masculine. The hyena coughed and tried to think of something to say rather than bluntly replying. "U-um... well, you ah... aren't wearing..."
"Oh! Forgive me; I'm not used to company. Come on in." Beryl felt a large paw grab at his shoulder and tug him forward as the tiger led him in. The paw was huge, engulfing most of his shoulder, and sticky too, the feeling sticking to his shirt and even a little to his fur. The hyena's sensitive nose caught a whiff of musk and he wrinkled it without thinking, immediately putting two and two together. No wonder the tiger hadn't been wearing any clothes; he was clearly in the middle of jerking himself off. Beryl understood that need to get off once in a while. Hell; the hyena did so regularly, as most males did. But at least he had the sense to look embarrassed if he was interrupted and cleaned up enough to make himself reasonable before answering the door!
The heavy oak portal was closed behind him, and Beryl risked another peek. Thankfully, the tiger wasn't in immediate view, and he could get a better look at his surroundings. The hyena was standing in a large foyer with a wood-paneled floor, the hallway leading underneath a staircase that went up and turned sharply right above the hallway's arch before vanishing up into the upper level. To the left was a large living room area with a long window along the wall that the door was set against; the blinds were down, so it was impossible to see through them from the outside. In the living room itself there was a large plasma-screen TV set into the wall, a large sofa, a similarly-sized chair, and a long coffee table that seemed almost impeccably clean. Whoever this Serral was, it seemed he was rather wealthy. Beryl was a bit impressed despite his first impression, and wondered if the tiger was just an eccentric billionaire or something.
"Sorry about that. Again, I'm not used to company, so I didn't think to get dressed."
That deliciously deep voice came again, and Beryl shuddered a bit, trying to restrain the reaction. When he turned, Serral was standing there, and at least this time he was dressed... though he was hardly decent. The tiger had pulled on a pair of boxers that did nothing but accentuate his package as it bulged out, a hint of the ebony-colored base visible as it strained the tight underclothing. The off-gray underwear clung to the feline's groin, showing off every curve and detail from the large, heavy shaft to the rounded balls beneath. Beryl's eyebrows shot up at this; did Serral really think this was "decent"? It was almost as bad as if he were nude, with a little teasing to make it worse!
Looking over the tiger, Beryl hadn't realized just how large he was; well, large in more senses than just sexually. The "unintentional" flashing had distracted him, and he hadn't had a chance to really look over the large feline. Serral was... well, large. His figure would put a bodybuilder to shame, practically oozing with muscular masculinity. Thick muscles bunched and swelled at every movement the tiger made, his thick pecs flexing and his biceps swelling like bowling balls as he folded his arms across his chest. The hyena swallowed; he had to admit that he found this tiger rather handsome and attractive in more ways than one... but at the same time, he found himself intimidated. It wouldn't be professional to stop in his route for something so... so base. No, Beryl figured it would be best to get out of there while he still could, his face starting to flush a bit.
"Um... I better get going. I just wanted to drop off the package, and I have a few more runs to make." With that, he reached for the door, still shivering at the impact of Serral's deep voice. Beryl had every intention to close the door behind him and run for his car before temptation kicked in. He reached for the doorknob as he stuttered out his excuse, starting to twist it.
And then Serral spoke once more, and everything changed. "No, stay." The tiger's voice grew almost demanding. "I insist."
Serral tried his hardest not to grin as the delivery boy froze, stopping completely in place at the command. Normally a person might have been a bit frightened and run, or at least been shaken if they stayed in place, but the tiger had made sure that he was in control. His powers allowed him to change himself at will, and by placing his paw that was still sticky with his pre on the hyena's shoulder, he had technically made the hyena a part of him, at least until he washed it off or something. That meant that Serral had complete control as long as he wanted it, and since his little friend here had been so rude as to interrupt his playtime, the hyena would be making up for it by compensating him completely.
"So..." Serral's voice shifted back to its silky, deep tones after the command to stay in the house was in place. "Tell me, what's your name, pup?"
"Pup? I'm twenty-one, thank you. I'm hardly a child. But my name's Beryl."
"And you've got an attitude, too, pup." Beryl gave a growl at the remark, but Serral grinned. He found it cute when his "playthings" were a bit feistier. After all, it was no fun to have someone completely subservient, even if he could have made the hyena that way right then and there. No, it was more fun to slowly break them down to his will, make it seem like they wanted it that way. And when they really wanted it, and were addicted to the big tiger, he wouldn't even need to control them. No, at that point Serral would have his victims bending at his beck and call... in more ways than one, if he felt like it.
Serral strode over to the couch this time, rather than the chair he had been sitting in before. Without a word he simply flopped down, his head resting against the armrest at the far side of the couch. With his height, his lower legs and feet hung over the far end of the couch slightly, putting his package squarely between the second and third cushions in terms of position, still bulging obscenely just as he had intended it to in order to tease his prey. Beryl had taken to it too; both at the door, and during that brief glimpse, the hyena's eyes had snapped down to his package immediately. It was obvious that he was both interested and taken aback, but the former was what Serral had wanted to see. It was all the more fun that way.
"Well?" He asked Beryl with a grin, "Why don't you take a seat, since you'll be here for a while."
The hyena scowled, obviously aware that something was up, and he simply just stood at the door. Serral quirked an eyebrow but shrugged; the pup would learn soon enough that his attitude wouldn't get him anywhere. In the meantime, he could stand until he grew uncomfortable; the tiger had no problem waiting. He was patient, after all. Instead the large feline just stretched out, his arms behind his head and muscles flexing. Serral curled one leg over the other, a thick thigh pressing up against his package and accenting it further. He bit back a moan as his bulge swelled slightly from the contact, instead forcing an expression of complete and utter calm, even giving a cheerful, cocky grin.
The silence stretched out as Serral watched his prey, tapping one foot with his usual restless energy. Now and again he licked his lips, patiently waiting out Beryl's rebellious streak. The hyena was clearly getting uncomfortable standing in place as well, shifting his weight from foot to foot and letting his eyes dart around. The unsettling question of why he couldn't leave was probably on the male's mind, and the combination of nervousness and discomfort was intoxicating in a way to the predatory tiger who continued to lounge on the couch. He could almost count down the seconds until Beryl gave in and went along with his "captor's" plan. Any moment now...
"...Fine."
Right on cue, Beryl strode across the room. His assent was a step in the right direction towards breaking him in; even if it was reluctant, the hyena was going by Serral's "suggestions." In truth, those suggestions would build up to orders soon enough once the hyena was broken in. The tiger smirked and nodded in approval as Beryl strode into the living room, looking around to see where he would sit. For his options there was a large chair that was more suitable for Serral's larger-than-life size, probably a bit too roomy for comfort but it was an option that set a table between the two males. Immediately the hyena moved over to it, making as if he were to sit in it to see what would happen next.
He never took that seat, however, as Serral gave another command. "Nuh-uh. Not there."
Beryl froze again, finding himself unable to sit down in the chair. He glared at Serral, who was obviously playing games with him, but the tiger simply smiled and shook his head with playful reprimand. The hyena tried again, setting himself on the floor, but halfway down he got another negation, causing him to growl in irritation. Quickly he moved over to the table, hoping that Serral would finally stop toying with him, but to no avail; one more shake of the head kept Beryl from seating himself on the glass-top table. However, this shake of the head came with a smile that suggested he was getting closer, making the hyena curious.
There was only one place left to sit, and Beryl almost groaned as he realized what game Serral was playing at. The only spot left was the couch, which the tiger was spread completely across. Was he planning on getting up, or did he expect the hyena to sit atop him? A shiver ran through the canine's form as he felt a small surge of arousal at this game. He didn't like being played with but at the same time it was an interesting form of invitation. That didn't mean he wanted it, however! Beryl quickly shook his head to clear the thoughts forming. He was still on working hours and didn't have time for frivolous fun, especially with someone who had practically kidnapped him!
But his legs were starting to get tired from standing up constantly, so Beryl figured that he'd give in for now. Maybe if he got this over with he could get of the house sooner and make up for lost time on his route. Sighing, the hyena made his way over to the tiger's form, starting to sit on the male's stomach. The tiger didn't resist, and actually chuckled as the canine put his weight on his middle. The burden didn't seem to bother him, so Beryl let himself relax somewhat as Serral supported him. The tiger's belly fur was soft despite the hard, chiseled muscles beneath, making for a surprisingly comfortable seat.
Of course, the comfort didn't last long. With a twist of the body and an agility only a feline could have, Serral had suddenly sat up and situated Beryl in his lap with his muscular arms tight around the hyena's waist. The canine blushed as he could feel the tiger's enormous maleness pressing against his backside, causing his own arousal to swell slightly in his jeans as well. He bit back a whimper as Serral ground it against him obviously, and a soft purr began to emerge from that thick, muscled chest. Well, Beryl had suspected after the tiger had been wandering around in next to nothing he had wanted something; he just hadn't expected it like this!
Serral grinned as he hugged his "prey" close to his warm body, thick arms flexing as he squeezed the hyena. He hadn't yet picked up the canine's name, but he didn't particularly care either. The tiger's thick tongue slid past his lips as he teased at one of the hyena's pointed ears, the sandpapery tip sending a shiver down his captive's spine. Serral was taking it slow, of course, letting his new toy build up anticipation and enjoyment. The teasing was just as fun for him as it would be had he simply just bent the hyena over and had his way, and in this way it drew out the pleasure much more. After all, he was a predator; stalking his "prey" was as much part of the hunt as catching it.
Slowly the tiger's paws roamed down the young canine's body, thick pads squeezing that firm chest and feeling the curves of musculature beneath. It seemed that Beryl, whose name had been discerned from the tag at his chest, kept his body in fit shape. It wasn't anything like Serral's, of course, but the tiger's figure was mostly due to his abilities anyway. Still, it was pleasing to see that the hyena kept his body nice and firm, providing several rock-hard muscles for his captor to playfully stroke and squeeze at. It was evident from the stiffness of Beryl's body that he was enjoying himself, though he refused to admit that Serral's large hands roaming across his strong front and sides was pleasing. Well, there were other ways to prove that the hyena was feeling no end of pleasure.
The tiger's right paw suddenly moved down Beryl's abs in a quick movement, and before the hyena could adjust himself to squeeze his thighs together or some similar reaction, those thick fingers squeezed around the canine's groin. Beryl couldn't bite back the moan this time, and Serral was pleased to hear it slip past the hyena's lips even as he squeezed at the fully erect bulge in the delivery man's pants. It seemed his teasing had been quite effective, and the grip on his new toy's package was enough to cause it to throb more, swelling slightly again from the contact. Beryl likely had a good ten inches between his legs, above average for the usual male, but to Serral it wasn't enough. For the tiger, there was never "enough," only big, huge, enormous. As it went, there was never enough size for him.
But before he went and changed things, Serral decided to finally use a bit of control. The tiger leaned forward, his muzzle brushing against Beryl's ear, and he whispered softly. "You want to get that uniform off, it's rather warm in here. It wouldn't be too bad to strip down to your underwear, would it?" The whisper was just a subconscious suggestion, but with Serral's control over his canine companion, the suggestion became a command. The hyena would think that the thought originated from his own mind, and would be far less opposed to it. Serral could force Beryl to strip in a heartbeat, but he was having too much fun making the hyena dance around like a puppet on strings.
Beryl frowned for a moment, as if a thought had occurred to him, and then he reluctantly looked back over at the tiger seated behind him. He had apparently become used to the feline's enormous shaft pressing against his back and buttocks through the fabric that separated them, no longer squirming at the contact, especially since another thought was on his mind. Begrudgingly, he asked a question, though he managed to keep that rebellious spirit going. The game wasn't over yet! "Er... it's a bit warm in here, don't you think? Would you... mind if I get a bit more comfortable? I mean, you're already mostly undressed yourself so... y'know."
"Oh sure, be my guest." Serral's reply was smooth as silk and without hesitation; he was going to get the pleasure of seeing the hyena strip down to his underclothing. Maybe he'd do something else afterwards, but for now this would do. Without being asked, the tiger removed his arms from Beryl's waist, letting him free. The canine quickly stood, his tongue lolling out to one side as panted. Maybe the suggestion had been a bit stronger than Serral had thought, and the hyena really did think he was overheating; no matter, the result was the same in the end, and it might even create a little urgency Beryl's mind. Urgency would increase eagerness, and in the end create more fun.
Beryl immediately began undoing the buttons on his shirt, but another suggestion from Serral would make him begin to think that, since he was going to be stripping down to his underwear anyway, he might as well flirt a bit. The hyena glanced over his shoulder briefly at the thought, trying to fight back a smile as his tail wagged slightly, but after a moment he turned around, his face completely serious again. "I'm just keeping my eyes on you. You're sneaky, and I don't know what else you'll do to me..." Serral smiled at the lame excuse, but he acted as though he accepted it, leaning back nonchalantly. It was hard to keep from staring at the hyena as he began to strip down, however.
Beryl undid the buttons on his shirt slowly, peeling back the uniform as he went and showing off his chest in the process. Though he wore a white undershirt beneath, it clung to his muscled frame and showed off his torso quite well. Each button that was removed without hurry, and more of that body was exposed before the last was undone and the sides of the shirt were left hanging off of his form. The removal of the garment in its entirety was disappointingly simple as it was just peeled off, but the sight of the hyena in only a sleeveless undershirt now was enough to draw Serral's eyes. Beryl's shoulders were broad as expected, and his arms were thick from lifting heavy packages (pun unintended, though he might be lifting one large package with the joke in mind if Serral had anything to say about it). Overall, the male's body was very nicely sculpted, though he could do a lot more with it if he put in some effort.
The pants came next, and the flirting was a lot more obvious after the initial button was undone. Beryl seemed proud to show off his body, and more than happily gave a grin as he slowly, teasingly drew down the zipper. There was still that bit of reluctance that suggested he knew something unnatural was up, but another suggestion from Serral put him more at ease. This one was more pride in his form, every inch of it whether it was currently bared or not, and the last bit of rebellion was pushed aside. Beryl was fully in the mood to show off and flirt, and emboldened by his companion's interest as the big tiger's green eyes roamed freely up and down his form. He even stopped to pose with his pants undone, one arm curled up to flex a bicep while the other held back the fly of his pants to show off some of his bulging package. Serral gave an appreciative nod and a wink.
Beryl grinned more freely now, relaxing as if this was completely familiar to him. It probably helped that Serral had continued with a few more suggestive sendings, giving the hyena a feeling similar to being somewhat drunk but still conscious of his surroundings. All it did was lower inhibitions a little, but that was enough for Beryl as he started lowering his jeans, inch by inch but with no hurry to them as he turned to give a profile of his body. Serral was getting a much better idea of his now-willing companion's body looked as he stripped down to a pair of light gray boxer-briefs that were snug on his frame, clinging to a firm, slightly rounded ass as well as the bulge that was tenting the front of his underclothing. After a minute of this behavior, the pants were finally dropped to the ground, and Beryl kicked them aside before casually sitting down back in Serral's lap, a grin on his muzzle.
Whoops, a little too much inhibition loss. Serral would lose interest in the game if he just had a willing slave; better tone it down a little. He grinned widely at Beryl, and raised a paw before snapping his fingers loudly. "Alright, pup, think you're having too much fun here, heh."
Beryl blinked as he heard the snap, and then shook his head. What was going on? His thoughts were all fuzzy and muddled, but he was embarrassed to realize that he was feeling a good deal of lust for... suddenly the hyena gasped as he realized where he was sitting, how little he was wearing, and just how exposed he was. With a blush he jumped up from his seat, surprisingly not restrained this time. His entire face was hot as fire, and he looked around to find his clothing. What the hell had happened? Why was he in his underwear? Beryl quickly found his pants and started to pull them up, still as red as could be, until he heard one word from the tiger behind him that caused him to completely freeze up.
"No."
Once more, Beryl found himself unable to act as he wanted to, just because of that one word of negation. He tried to pull his pants up, but his arms wouldn't obey his head. Finally he just gave up and kicked the fabric aside in anger, glaring at Serral. The tiger didn't seem fazed in the least, however, and just beckoned the indignant canine forward. Beryl crossed his arms and refused to budge, getting a wider grin from his feline tormentor; what was his angle? After all, Serral had enjoyed manipulating him throughout and could easily force him to walk over, judging by what had happened so far, but he wasn't. It was obvious what the cat was after, and the scent rising off of him only proved that thought, but he hadn't just taken it. There was some game going on, and Beryl couldn't figure out what it was.
The two stared at each other for a few minutes, but once more Beryl found his legs starting to get weak from standing in place once more. Testing to see if he was still bound to the house, the hyena instead tried to go for the door, but was stopped by another no. Well, it would have been embarrassing to drive back home in his underwear with his route incomplete for the day, but frankly he was starting to believe it couldn't be any worse than being trapped by a freaky tiger with a hardon for him, especially when said hardon was as thick as his wrist and easily clearing a foot long. It was still strange that Serral hadn't acted yet, but Beryl wasn't letting his guard down and he continued to keep his distance.
The silence stretched on for a few minutes before Serral finally sighed and rolled his eyes, getting to his feet. The large paws hardly made a sound as he walked across the floor, heading straight for Beryl. The hyena started to back away, but the tiger issued a quick command: "Stay!" Beyrl had no choice but to obey, though he did glare as his legs refused to move. Serral had approached at a lazy, strutting pace that caused his muscles to ripple and flex with each step. Again the canine cursed his bisexual attractions as his boxer-briefs began to tent upon his view of the strutting, massive tiger. He thought Serral was hot as anything physically, but with his strange power and his toying attitude, he had nothing else going for him.
Serral moved behind Beryl, and the hyena began to sweat nervously. He tried to turn in place, but apparently the command to stay kept him from moving his face period. The hyena couldn't do anything but stand there as the tiger paced around him, wrapping a thick arm around his waist and rubbing at the canine's midsection. Beryl bit back a soft moan as those pads, surprisingly silky for their rough appearance, began to stroke along his bare abs. Serral was astonishingly gentle as he continued to gently rub at his captive's stomach, his other arm moving to lay across Beryl's chest and resting there without motion. It was an odd embrace from someone who had complete and utter control in this situation; the hyena found himself confused once more.
That confusion was dispelled quickly, however;he felt warm breath against his neck and right ear before a warm tongue was pressed against him again, as if testing his reaction. Beryl shivered, but couldn't move away; all he could do was take it. Thankfully the tongue was withdrawn quickly, but Serral spoke with that deep, intoxicatingly deep voice once more. "You know... you are rather unlucky... you came at a point where I was 'enjoying' myself, if you know what I mean. And I don't like being interrupted. So I thought you could make it up to me... do a good job and I'll let you go, if you want."
The tiger's words were slow and almost hypnotic, but at least he was finally getting to the point. Clearly he wanted sex; Beryl wasn't sure that he was going to be able to give it to him, unfortunately. After all, though the hyena was a switch but he had never handled anything so big, and taking it would tear him apart. He hesitated, tensing up; was Serral going to take him anyway, knowing that the difference in their sizes would cause him such harm? The bigger male chuckled as he felt his Beryl's body tense up, but he could probably guess why. Thankfully, it seemed that the tiger had other plans in mind, and decided to ease the hyena's discomfort a little. "Oh, don't worry, pup. I won't force ya to take it in the ass, if you're that scared. Your muzzle will do just fine; it should be just as tight with my size, wouldn't you say?"
Oral sex? Well, Beryl didn't have a lot of skill in that department, but he figured it was better than the alternative. All he had to do was blow the tiger's massive member and get him off, and then he'd be free to go, right? Well that was more tolerable, and it would get him out of there. The hyena quickly nodded, trying not to breathe too deeply as he spoke, but he couldn't avoid getting a deep whiff of Serral's musk. The scent had his arousal pressing hard into the front of his underwear! "Alright, fine... one blowjob and I'm free, right?"
"Yeah, that's right... if it's good enough. But we're doing this my way."
Suddenly a cold feeling whispered between Beryl's legs, and he realized that the remains of his underwear were falling to the floor, the back clearly torn in two so that the material couldn't stay on his frame anymore. The hyena's own length, a fair nine inches and a soft pink as compared to his captor's ebony black, was still fairly respectable on an average scale. However, when put beside the titan that was pressing against Beryl's back, it seemed almost pitifully small. The tiger didn't seem to mind, however, and the paw that had been resting on the smaller male's belly suddenly slid down to his now-exposed cock, which throbbed slightly at the touch and caused Beryl to give a soft, involuntary moan. Those pads were like rubbing the smoothest silk against his sensitive shaft!
Then the touch was gone, and as Beryl opened his eyes, he got a faceful of creamy white chestfur as Serral moved to the front. That bulge between the tiger's thighs was stretching out his boxers all the more, and a seam popped even as the hyena watched. Suddenly the hyena found himself torn between wanting to see that monster unleashed and running before it could be so; it was almost intimidating to see a shaft that was twice as big as his if not more. But Serral wasn't going to give him a chance, and that meant it had to be unwrapped, so Beryl leaned forward with a swallow, paws reaching towards the fabric that bound that enormous cock just out of his sight, though the outline gave a perfect idea of every dimension despite that.
Serral tapped him on the head, and the hyena jumped as he realized he was just staring at the tiger's bulging groin with his paws on the waistband, but he hadn't even begun to take the boxers off. Swallowing again, and still nervous about the monster that was just before him, Beryl slowly began to lower them. Almost immediately a few more inches of black cock was revealed, and the hyena's own shaft bounced against his abs in a powerful throb. The boxers caught briefly as the tiger's member stuck out so far in its tent, so Beryl had to actually reach in and pull it free or else tear the material. The latter was out of the question with Serral's knowing look, so the hyena took a deep breath before he grasped the base of his captor's enormous shaft, and gave it a tug.
A warm slap to the face sent Beryl down onto the floor, and he looked up, stunned. Serral's enormous cock was completely released, and without its pressure the stretched boxers simply fell around the tiger's thick legs. The big feline quickly tossed them away before he moved closer, looming over the hyena that had fallen onto his ass in surprise at the impact and gripping his own enormous shaft with one of his paws, wide fingers barely meeting around it. Beryl's jaw fell fully open as he saw the behemoth above him; he had seen Serral's cock briefly when he had been flashed at the entrance, but now he was seeing it almost eye-to-eye... literally. The enormous member was at a slight downward tilt from its weight, but even so the tiger's height put it just at the level of Beryl's face.
The gigantic cock before him was just... well, huge. It had to be closer to twenty inches long, so thick around that Beryl questioned the ability to fit one paw around it, let alone his muzzle. Ebony black, it seemed to almost be slightly shiny, though that was a trick of the stretched black skin, likely. Below it hung a pair of balls that, if the hyena didn't know any better, he'd say were missing from a baseball game somewhere. They hung low from the tiger's frame, perfectly round and coated with the scent of the feline's musk. Beryl's own shaft stiffened further, if it was possible, and as much as this was an unwilling encounter, he was almost wondering if this would be so bad.
Suddenly that scent became much more evident as the hyena found Serral's huge cock pressed against his muzzle. The member was warm to the touch, almost radiating a heat of its own, and Beryl could feel it throb against his cheek. Without thinking, the canine raised a paw and gripped the shaft, unsurprised that his fingers didn't quite meet as they wrapped around it. The veins, while not standing out largely on the tiger's thick member, were quite easy to feel against his fingers as he slowly began to move down its length. Serral's cock grew slightly thicker as Beryl's curious fingers slowly moved down it, hardly enough to be noticeable but increasing the gap between the canine's digits.
"Mmm... someone's more eager now."
Beryl caught himself, and glared at the tiger as the feline spoke with a smug satisfaction. "Yeah right. I'm just trying to do a good job so I can leave." There was a nagging feeling that it wasn't acting at this point, however; he was starting to enjoy himself, which was almost as bad as this being a forced situation.
"Whatever you say..." That smug tone wouldn't go away, and it irritated Beryl for some reason.
Ignoring Serral, Beryl went back to work. He took a deep breath as he considered the size of the gigantic shaft before him, wondering if he really could fit his muzzle around it. Both paws now were fondling the tiger's member, one near the base and gripping as much as it could while the other was near the head of the thick cock. The hyena licked his lips, trying to figure out how he was supposed to handle so much meat, but he quickly decided that it would be best to lube it up first. He could probably fit the head and an inch or two in his muzzle, he supposed, and it would have to do. As long as he did the job well, Beryl figured he would be free, and naturally his captor would understand obvious limits.
Well, best to get it over with. Do I really want to just 'get it over with,' though? The hyena thought to himself. This is probably the biggest guy I've ever been with, in more ways than one... it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. Something this impossible is almost... thrilling.
Trying not to think about it too much, Beryl leaned in close, his tongue slipping past his lips as he slowly ran it along the underside of Serral's shaft. The tiger let out a long moan from the contact, but he wasn't the only one; from the instant he tasted the tiger's member, Beryl let out a soft sound of ecstasy as well. He didn't know what had just happened, but it was like tasting a bit of heaven with a swirl of nirvana tossed in. The hyena had taken his share of cocks in his muzzle, but this wasn't the hot, fleshy taste he had expected; he just couldn't describe what it was, but something about it just drew him in. Beryl didn't even hesitate in going back for another taste, getting yet another shiver through his body upon doing so.
Who knew something so involuntary could be so good?
Serral grinned as Beryl started, feeling every shudder that ran through the hyena's frame. Clearly the canine was enjoying himself more than he had expected, but it was no wonder; who wouldn't want to enjoy a feline stud like himself? Sure, the tiger was a bit vain about his appearance, but he knew that he was an object of adoration for men and women alike from experience. After all, being able to change your appearance meant that you could make it into an appealing one. Though Beryl was suddenly getting into this game far more than he had before; was he acting? Serral was sure he hadn't broken the hyena's will yet, and hoped he hadn't, because the canine was much more fun when he was rebellious. The tiger could easily manipulate someone's mind, but it felt hollow when he did so, and as a result he never did for long.
Well whatever the case, Serral was enjoying himself. The hyena knew how to work his tongue, and with his apparent eagerness Beryl was giving him quite a ride. The canine's tongue moved along his hefty shaft from base to head along the underside before he moved to start on the sides, moistening all of the ebony length as he continued. Serral closed his eyes, a deep purr rumbling in his chest, and he found himself reaching for the couch behind him in order to get a seat. Just because he had amazing powers didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the simpler things in life, like good company and a hot blowjob. And Beryl was doing an amazing job, going at it a lot better than Serral had thought he would.
The hyena continued to work along his shaft, one paw still holding the base to hold it steady, while the other moved down to Serral's large balls. The tiger groaned as he felt them squeezed, firmly enough to send a wave of stimulation through his body but not enough to make it hurt. Beryl made another pass down his shaft, which was almost completely coated in the hyena's saliva, and the two of them let out a pair of moans almost simultaneously. The canine was really getting into it! But Serral couldn't complain as he collapsed back on his couch, spreading his muscled legs as much as he could to give his companion more room to work. He was enjoying this far too much to manipulate it any further.
Beryl slowly moved down his cock, and Serral found his toes curling as the hyena's tongue pressed against the head of his shaft, teasing at it. The warmth was removed as soon as it started, and Serral looked down in surprise... just in time to see the hyena's muzzle diving down on him. He jumped as Beryl literally stuffed the first two inches into his muzzle, causing it to bulge with all of the meat within it, and he sucked on it quickly and powerfully, tongue swishing around the thick head. And then he tried for more, but gagged as it was far too thick for him to even try to take further. The hyena tried once more despite his failure, and the sense of having more cock than possible shoved into that tight throat caused yet another wave of pleasure to run through Serral's body.
Maybe he could help a little; Serral hadn't had someone take his whole shaft in a long time, mostly because no one could. Grinning, he rubbed one of his paws along Beryl's head, shuddering again as the motion caused the hyena to jolt forward and send another wave of sensation through the tiger's body. With each rub, the canine managed to sink a bit lower on Serral's shaft, his throat visibly bulging as it was permitted to take more and more. Within a minute he was more than halfway down, his throat seeming almost twice as thick because it was stuffed to the brim with tiger cock.
Serral was enjoying the feeling, as if he were slamming into the tightest tunnel possible as it constricted around his shaft. Every breath that Beryl took through his nose was another ripple of sensation as his throat expanded and contracted again, causing the tiger to groan and start thrusting lightly. With the hyena's throat made stretchier, the feline was able to start pressing his shaft in and out of those lips with some resistance, but without harming Beryl in the process. Serral actually leaned forward, gripping the hyena's head in both paws, and started pulling him lower with each thrust. Slowly inch after inch vanished down the canine's maw, and after a few minutes, the tiger realized his balls were slapping against Beryl's chin, the heavy orbs sloshing as they bounced.
Biting his lip, Serral didn't think that he would last very long. He could draw things out with his powers, but he was having a hard enough time concentrating in order to make the hyena's body stretch enough to accommodate him. Instead the tiger kept thrusting harder, grabbing Beryl's head tightly and thrusting even more powerfully, pre starting to leak from his shaft. He could feel the liquid trickle, and his muscles clenched as he kept up his pace, lost in the ecstasy of rising orgasm. Slowly he leaned forward, causing Beryl to sit upright, and then the hyena had to lean back and support himself with his arms as the tiger kept up this force. It would only be a few more seconds before he came.
Hopefully the hyena was ready for it.
Beryl was in absolute heaven as the tiger started plowing his maw, filling his muzzle with that addicting and powerful flavor. He was surprised as it started sliding down his throat, reaching up in shock at the odd tingling sensation he got, and was shocked to feel just how far his throat was bulging out. He was actually deepthroating that monstrous organ! The hyena didn't have much time to think about the how and why, only knowing that he wanted more of the taste in his muzzle. So he went with Serral's movements, leaning in further and further until the tiger started pushing back. His paws were thrust behind him lest he fall onto his back, and Serral kept moving forward, until he was practically straddling the hyena.
Beryl wasn't about to object though; a liquid version of that heavenly taste was starting to fill his muzzle, an ambrosia like none he had ever tasted. It flowed along the inner walls of his muzzle and filled his throat, making it slicker than before. Wherever that fluid touched, pleasure reigned, and Beryl was starting to feel warm from head to toe. The canine continued to bob as much as he could, but with his throat and maw stuffed with over eighteen inches of thick black tiger cock, it was hard to bend his head at all. What was more, his belly was starting to get that warm feeling more and more as that liquid kept flowing into him, causing him to feel lightheaded and halfway sleepy.
After a moment Beryl realized that the liquid was the tiger's pre, and it was starting to fill his belly. The hyena's eyes widened as he realized what that meant, especially with how much there was before the actual load. Already he was beginning to feel a bit full, but as his midsection began to reach capacity, he was feeling more and more aroused and pleasured, his head swimming as if his brain were submerged in liquid as well. If he could reach his cock around the massive feline thighs that were against his chest, Beryl felt he would probably be just on the edge of orgasm now, and passing it quickly as he continued to feel more and more full. Just how much did the tiger have in him?
But the hyena wanted more anyway, and he was determined to get it, so he kept sucking and bobbing, pressing his tongue against the underside of that enormous cock that was stuffed into his muzzle. He brought up one paw as best as he could while still balancing himself, grabbing onto the base of Serral's member when it slipped from his lips and starting to stroke an inch or two, keeping it out of his muzzle but further adding to the tiger's pleasure as he added more constriction. A quick slip of that same paw down to the tiger's balls told Beryl that Serral was about to blow, and a swelling in the cock that was shoved into him suggested that the load was on its way.
And then it hit; Serral's stretched throat became more so as the sheer volume of cum that blasted down the tiger's cock caused it to swell an extra inch around before emptying straight into the hyena's innards. Beryl's middle, which was already full from just the pre, started to distend as more of the addicting and overpowering fluids were pumped into him. At first it was just a curve to his firm stomach, the abs still visible, but then that curve slowly started pushing out more, forming a small sphere, a round paunch that was protruding more by the moment. In a few seconds it stuck out as far as his pecs, and then in the next it went past that, giving him the look of a rather large beer gut that pressed against his strong chest. Beryl reached down with his free paw in amazement to feel his belly continue to swell out with each wave, pressing out against his touch and slowly pushing his hand back. How big was he going to get?
Fortunately the flow tapered off soon enough, but even so Beryl wanted to groan as he felt his gut. He probably looked like he was halfway through a pregnancy! Without an overly large form, his gut stood out from his body almost unnaturally, at least five inches past his pecs. The hyena could feel the weight tugging him forward, but with Serral's mass against him, he was still leaning back. It was a rather uncomfortable, bloated feeling, yet it didn't hurt like he would have imagined it would. Instead it was just heavy, a little tight... but nothing more than a little discomfort like stretching a muscle too much during a workout.
Finally Serral started to lean back, and Beryl felt that massive member start to exit his body. As each inch was tugged free, the hyena didn't feel an empty, stretched feeling outside of his gut; it was as if his body had readjusted itself to be normal again after that ordeal. Even knowing there was something supernatural about the tiger, the thought made Beryl shiver as he reached up to feel his throat and his jaw to be sure; everything was intact, however. He felt fine, and there was no soreness, but it was still an odd sensation. After all, the hyena had just taken an eighteen inch shaft that was too wide to fit his fingers around to the hilt in his throat! He had expected some lasting damage, yet had been too caught up in the moment to stop himself.
And then there was his gut. Beryl looked down and literally gasped as he saw the perfectly round potbelly sticking out from his normally fit frame. He managed to stand after Serral had pulled out and was resting on the couch panting, though his balance was way off and he nearly staggered forward twice. The hyena put his paws under the large sphere and hefted it, feeling that it was firm but still heavy, hardly shaking at all as it jutted out from his frame. He really did look pregnant; how was he going to explain this to people? Hopefully it would digest or drain out or something, but Beryl really didn't know what he was going to do.
Licking his lips, the hyena turned to Serral, on the verge of asking if that was good enough, but then he paused; some of the tiger's pre still remained on his lips, and that lick sent another shiver down his spine, making his arousal shoot up again. Splatters of his own cum slapped against the underside of his now-large belly as he did so, and he realized belatedly that he must have shot his own load at some point. Beryl fought back a chuckle as he saw that white splattered against the sofa around where Serral was now sitting and the back of the tiger's meaty thighs; clearly the hyena had let loose across the feline's backside while he was lost in his own bliss.
But Beryl couldn't help but admit that he liked the taste he was getting once more, and he licked his lips again, looking for more. Unfortunately he had gotten the last of it, and the hyena was actually disappointed; he wanted more! Of course, he had gotten plenty judging by the size of his belly, but there was no such thing as enough with such a divine taste. He looked at Serral, questioning if he should ask the tiger for more, or at least another taste, but he hesitated as he considered the situation. Beryl had essentially been forced into this, and had gone at the tiger's cock somewhat unwillingly, but now he wanted more of it; just asking would be humiliating, and would require him to admit defeat in his rebellious attitude. But at the same time, his dominating attitude was appealing, and the tiger hadn't exactly been cruel this whole time either. What did he really want?
He couldn't help himself, despite those thoughts. "S-Serral... I..."
"Well... it seems we've discovered one thing today." Serral cut him off suddenly, and Beryl blinked, surprised. "You have one hell of a mouth. If you want, you're welcome to stay for more."
"Hell yes!"
"Ah ah ah." Serral held up a finger before Beryl could lunge for him, and the hyena froze, curious. "If you want more, there's some... conditions." The tiger's muzzle twisted into a smile, no hint of exhaustion visible in his features despite their interaction. "And you have to agree to all of them if you want more. And I know you will; it's apparent how addictive my cum is to you. Guess I'll have to remember that in the future."
Beryl wanted to growl, but he really, really wanted more of that delicious seed, as perverted as that made him sound. The tiger was right; one taste had made it as irresistibly addictive as a cigarette to someone who had been chain-smoking most of their lives. And atop that, the tiger's attitude was just as badly so, hypnotic and mysterious yet so straightforward at a glance. Beryl probably would agree to the demands, embarrassingly; the hyena could only nod silently and pray that the terms of agreement weren't too bad.
"Three things: One, you're quitting your job and living here; I've lacked good company for too long and can cover any expenses in exchange for it. Two, you'll be available when I need you to... attend to certain matters, particularly sexual, and I can assure you it won't be all with your mouth. You'll be able to handle it, as my last condition is that you let me give you the body of my choice."
Beryl blinked at the conditions, expecting something far more degrading. Sure, he was still essentially a servant for pleasure, but quitting his job to live a comfortable, easy-going life with a sexually divine tiger like this? Not a problem at all. In fact, it would be nice, simply because the hyena's job was boring. Only the occasional visit with his clients livened it up, but things had remained strictly professional and Beryl had never really connected with anyone. The idea of staying with Serral was appealing, while at the same time alarming; was he going to live with someone just because of one blowjob? Yet at the same time, would that be all it was? The thought was almost mysteriously attractive, something new and dangerous to do.
But there was one more thing that confused Beryl. "Body of your choice?"
"I've been disallowing you to move at times and I made your throat stretch out to accommodate this bad boy." Serral patted his large shaft, which was still at half mast. "A little body change is easy enough, if you'll let me. But I'm not telling you in advance what it is. Gotta trust me."
Beryl considered it, and then realized he really had nothing to lose based on the tiger's other conditions. And the hyena really was getting tired of his old life; maybe a change, even from an unexpected source, was what he needed. He took a deep breath, wondering what this would entail, but then he nodded. "Deal to all three."
Serral smiled, but didn't say anything. Instead, Beryl felt an odd shifting throughout his whole body, a sort of ripple like he was being stretched out again. It was an eerie feeling with his throat, but at least then he had something in it to cause that stretch. Feeling his body grow out on its own without anything filling it was just strange, but he closed his eyes. He could still feel that rippling sensation throughout his body, almost like he was a balloon being filled with air, though judging by the weight that he started to feel, it was certainly no air. After a few moments, he decided to open his eyes and see just what he was getting, regardless of how unsettling it looked.
Upon opening his eyes, however, the hyena was shocked at what he saw. Two meaty balloons stood out from his front, his pecs swollen to nearly double their size and still growing. His gut was still visible, though it wasn't as grotesquely protruding as before, rounder but with a trace of muscle to it, giving him a very large muscle gut. His torso was still swelling outwards even as he watched, his pecs becoming firmer and thicker to the point where looking down, he could almost press his chin in the cleft between them. His gut stuck out at least three or four inches more than his chest, but it seemed so much more appropriate with his new mass.
Reaching up to feel his new chest as it swelled out, Beryl was surprised to find resistance. A look at his arms explained the problem, however; huge biceps swelled up at the flexing, and pressed against his chest so that he could only bend them so far without any resistance. After a minute he figured out how to maneuver them, and slowly flexed each limb to his sides, watching his biceps bulge up even bigger without being flexed, more muscle packing up atop them. They were nearly twice as thick as they had been before he started growing, and were still getting larger. The hyena felt a strange wrenching sensation, and realized that his bones were being adjusted to handle his larger size.
Beryl tried to look down to see the rest of his body, but he couldn't twist as well with his new bulk. He looked up again and realized that there was a large mirror being held up by a certain tiger who was eyeing up the canine's new body. He gave a thankful nod as he looked over his new form, eying it with just as much lust as the muscled tiger did. His pecs were nearly as thick as Serral's, though the tiger had a good two inches of height on him, giving the hyena a slightly thicker overall look. He was definitely thicker around the middle, with a gut that stuck out visibly but curved well with his frame down to a thick pair of hips. A turn to the side showed that his thick ass stuck out a fair deal as well, round and hefty without looking fat, his tail slightly swallowed but mostly settling across the globes. A glance at his legs showed a transformation similar to his arms, mounds upon mounds of muscle stacked atop one another.
And then there was his cock; what had been a proud nine inches of meat was now double that, and if he could fit his fingers all the way around it then it would be a close call. His balls had swollen up like water balloons, nearly the size of softballs but not quite as round, and while they didn't hang as heavily as Serral's, they were still very evident. That sort of package would never fit in his underwear, so it didn't matter that the boxer-briefs were in shreds on the ground; it would be a wonder if he got that set to fit into anything though. Of course it didn't matter if he was going to live with Serral most of the time; he'd be out of clothing more often than he'd be in it.
Finally the shivering feeling left his body, and Beryl realized that he was done growing. This was the body that the tiger wanted for him? He was now a hugely muscled bodybuilder of a hyena, where he had been cut and fit but not large before. His package was twice as big as before if not more proportionately, and he looked just as sexy as his host. Beryl grinned at his new host and flexed one arm along with his chest while the other arm draped down to rest on his large gut, showing off; if this was what Serral wanted for him, then the hyena was more than happy to oblige. He had never felt so huge, so heavy, so sexy before. And it was all thanks to the tiger who had taken him in by force before inviting him to stay.
"Now, you were talking about giving me more?"
"Let's head to the bedroom first, stud."