The Orca: Podded
Podded
Clambering back to the locker room is more difficult for him than Oscar originally thought would be. He grumbles whilst struggling to gauge his new and significantly broader feet. There is also a problem for him adjusting to door frames. Most doors tend to be about seven feet tall and Oscar now stands just a bit over a whopping seven feet. He knocks his head almost every time he tries to duck underneath a doorway, but eventually Oscar finds his way back to the locker room. Luckily no one else is present here, allowing him more time to get used to the weirdness happening to his body without someone else freaking out and making things far more complicated. The first thing Oscar does is take out a mirror from his locker and checks out his face. What looks back at him is definitely more orca than man, although he still has a human like set of lips and if he tries to talk should be able to create a sufficient facsimile of human speech.
Just as he puts the mirror down a strange noise, which almost comes across as a scream, comes from down the corridor he just stumbled through. It is odd because unlike a normal human scream, it includes a great deal more warbling and some sort of trilling noise at the end which confuses him if it really is a scream. Whatever the noise is Oscar wants to find out, though he feels like he is in a waking dream now. He takes one look at his old clothes, realises none of them will fit him, and so he fashions a sort of loincloth-jockstrap from a particularly baggy shirt and a pair of leggings before investigating the scream which came from outside.
The corridor is still empty of others, but listening carefully Oscar can make out quieter sounds coming from one of the gym rooms. Oscar begins walking over, cautious about his feet though he keeps glancing down to check he is not about to trip over himself. Suddenly a scraping noise comes from behind him and his heart jumps, but it is only his fluke tail dragging against one of the walls. Shaking his head, Oscar continues to go down the corridor as the noises become louder; they are clearly coming from the gym room with the weights in now. He stops just before reaching the door and wonders what all those meatheads will think of him if they see him now; although in truth almost anyone will likely just freak out and not feed his ego in any way.
Oscar opens the door ever so slightly and tries to peer through the crack. What he sees is genuinely what relatively mundane ideas had been percolating in the back of his head. The room is relatively the same as a few moments ago, various pieces of exercise equipment, weights and benches aligned somewhat neatly under artificial lighting. But the dramatic element is that all those people, four of them to be exact, Oscar had been exercising with just moments ago have underdone transformations similar to his. However unlike Oscar, these men are not black, white and ripped, but silver, slim and panicking amongst themselves. He recognises the species too well from his interest with marine mammals... bottlenose dolphins, cousin to the orca whale. Oscar smiles as he realises the obvious role reversal here, although such convenience only strengthens his waking dream hypothesis.
"So what happened to you lot?" Oscar speaks for the first time, a little surprised by how much louder his voice has become, whilst opening the door at the same time and sauntering in like it is a normal day.
"What the fuck are you? Did you do this? TELL ME!" One of the meatheads squeaks in an irate manner at Oscar. The now poorly fitting clothes which still cling to his body identify him as the blond guy Oscar had been watching earlier. Truthfully it is difficult to tell between the 'phins since they are all equally as bald and grey, though there are some differences in the eyes.
"Woah, woah, settle down. I was just like you guys a moment ago," although he could be a half-truth depending on how you look at it. "Then some kind of pain overcame me and I fainted. When I woke up this had happened..." Oscar gestures down at himself with both hands and he notices some eyes hovering over the makeshift loincloth which is actually kind of tight around his crotch at the moment.
Trying to be a calming presence Oscar starts by asking each of them what their name is. He finds that the one he is almost positive winked at him earlier is a Stewart, the other three in particular order are Liam, Nicholas and Robert; although he is just called Bob by most. With an established dialogue Oscar walks further into the room and takes a seat on the bench he was on before. It creaks somewhat loudly underneath his massive muscular weight. The dolphins seem to be uneasy still but they all eventually sit down, except for Stewart who mills around as closest to the exit but nonetheless staying as they begin discussing what has happened.
"So what do you think caused it?" Bob asks, glancing around at everyone and stroking the back of his head feeling the dorsal fin there. "I mean even in the most crazy tabloid stories I've read, this is pushing what I ever believed could happen."
"I bet it's that bottled water they try to push on you here," Liam blurts out whilst hunched over all conspiratorially like. "Some sort of unsanctioned tests or performance boosting chemicals gone horribly wro-"
"Don't be a fucking idiot!" Oscar turns to see Nicholas interrupt with wide eyes and outstretched grey hands as if pleading for a morsel of logic. "This is beyond anything that is possible in our understanding of the human body. The process of caterpillars turning into butterflies, though incredible, takes much longer and with more energy that what has happened to us."
"So if it's impossible then explain why I have this then smart ass." Liam decries defensively whilst wagging his fluke tail around.
"I didn't say that it was impossible, just not within our science. That only leaves something beyond our experience, even our entire planet: extraterrestrial forces." Everyone roll their eyes to that and Nicholas huffs in indignation at their incredulity.
Oscar is content to preside over the other four as they continue to discuss and speculate on things. Surprisingly for a bunch of meatheads, or perhaps ex-meatheads now, a couple of them seem kind of bright. All the while though the orca keeps an eye on Stewart hanging around near the other end of the room. The dolphin seems to be in a state of introspection, staring mostly at the floor with his arms folded across his chest. But as Oscar keeps looking back at Stewart the voices slowly begin to return in his subconscious. Suggestions of a far less innocent nature than the ones before bubble somewhere underneath the black dome of Oscar's head. Unfortunately for him, although he remains consciously ignorant of them, the rest of his body is starting to pay attention.
Someone is beginning to stare, Oscar can feel the look from years of practised worrying. Glancing to his right he sees Bob with an intent expression plastered across his grey skinned face. The orca opens his mouth, ready to ask what has the guy's interest before he hears someone from his left gasp. Liam has stopped peddling conspiracies about corporations and the government, now his mouth is gaping open as his eyes bug out. Nicholas is also staring at him now, along with pointing but no real words coming out of his mouth as the three of them seem to be transfixed with something the orca has failed to notice. With a rush of familiarity, Oscar begins to remember the concern of being stared at by others and with a clueless yet worried expression slowly looks back down to where the others seem to staring at.
"Fuck." Oscar comments and begins to stare along with the others as something has been very busy working against the makeshift loin cloth-jock strap combo he fashioned before leaving the lockers.
Throbbing with heat, size and a steady production of clear, musky pre, Oscar's new genitalia stands at full mast coming up to just underneath his pecs. The organ is mostly black in colour, with a similar texture to the blubber skin elsewhere on Oscar's body, but it also has a stripe of white along the underside and is shining in the light with its own juices. Each time his heart beats the leviathan twitches back throbbing against his torso. A long and awkward pause follows as Oscar slowly lifts his gaze to see the mesmerised stares slowly beginning to morph uncomfortably aroused looks. In fact the entire atmosphere in the weights room has been subtly altered even before Oscar received his first towering hard on; its size going beyond anything that even an endowed human can muster. He grins as he notices the dolphin men begin to either cross their legs or otherwise try to hide the obvious bulges in their baggy sweat pants and exercise shorts.
"Looks like the subject has changed gentlemen," Oscar comments by teasing them, eyes now being averted. "But I think there is a way to relieve our group tension." He adds that last part before even realising what he is doing, but somewhere inside himself Oscar knows this is right.
Indeed it is only a matter of moments before all five males are gravitating towards one another. Stewart though still tries to lag behind, the voices struggling to completely turn him to the way the situation is going. It matters not, since the forces that be know Oscar will make sure the last dolphin joins the pod in a moment. For now the somewhat gigantic by comparison black and white cetacean is enjoying the company of the arguing pair Liam and Nicholas. Both have fallen to their knees between the orca's massive thighs which he has parted to welcome them in. They close in on his crotch, smooth hands rubbing along his legs as they nose at his throbbing malehood. Although a part of him would like to just ram it down someone and in some hole, he waits for the first two to warm up to the idea. The smell of musk from the killer whale and the sticky wet patches on the bottlenoses' clothing rises up into the close air.
"I don't know why I'm doing this." Liam says as he pushes against the throbbing tower of flesh, his fluke tail wagging just a little bit.
"Because it tastes so good." Nicholas replies as he laps at the pre which is running down in copious amounts from Oscar's broad head. It is not so much the taste though, but the way it is causing his penis to throb in need.
Oscar tries to wave Bob over and the third man moves in, struggling to find a suitable position. Eventually the orca just grabs the third bottlenose and lifts him up with one hand. Bob clicks loudly in alarm before he is place down with his back to Oscar, and straddling over the orca's massive endowment. He looks down and licks his lips, hands reaching out to grab with growing desire. Liam and Nicholas let the third dolphin start to rub and squeeze the orca's malehood with both hands, so instead they focus near the base and down where his large black nuts are waiting. It turns out that for Liam and Nicholas, suckling upon the orca's bounteous testicles is actually just as tasty, with pre easily running down over them all of this time. Oscar groans as he leans back, enjoying having his dick being stroked by Bob on top whilst the other two tease his balls.
"Are you, oooh easy there, going to join us?" Oscar asks Stewart who is still keeping some distance, though his shorts are now dropped.
"N-No thanks." Stewart replies as he begins to stroke his own penis, which is a fleshy pink and rises up to his navel. It would seem that at least one of their group is content to be the resident voyeur; although Oscar has already decided on what he wants to do to Stewart later.
The efforts of Bob, the cock hungry dolphin, reach a new level now. He leans down, whilst still straddling the orca's dick, and manages to get his lips around the wide head of Oscar's shaft. It is not exactly a comfortable position, but the orca sees an opportunity to hook his fingers underneath the waistband of the dolphin's shorts and rips them off. A surprised squeak comes from Bob, but now he wags his behind as his fluke tail lifts out of the way: he wants the orca to see. The dolphin's rump is grey much like the rest of him, but with both hands Oscar manages to push the smaller male's cheeks apart and finds a grey-to-pinkish hole hiding at the base underneath his tail. With ample cock to slide on, the orca pushes his little slut down a ways, whilst Bob continues to suckle on the massive drooling. But this room allows Oscar to now lean down and tentatively lick across the bottlnose's tailhole.
"Hey stop hogging him!" Nicholas starts a fight with Bob, who has been enjoying his time gulping down pre. Although Liam has been having fun, he too agrees that this is getting a little too private if they are having an orgy now.
"Settle down, I have an idea." Oscar announces just as his new bitches were about to start slap fighting or something equally gay.
His solution is simple, since all three of these dolphins individual want to try whale cock on for size, he has them lined up over one of the benches; which itself is stacked on top of another bench for height and tied down as best as it can be. Now Bob, Nicholas and Liam are hunched over in a line at the bench. No more obfuscating clothes in the way now as they lift their flukes and wiggle their butts whilst begging to be picked first. Oscar has a wicked grin on his face as he paces down the line, stroking his monster python and squeezing each ass in turn. Each 'phin seems to be as tight, firm and supple as the next; the transformation has left them each as a perfect fuckable plaything for the orca. Whatever gods or forces exist in this world, the orca gives them a silent thank you.
Now the final choice is made, the one in the middle... Nicholas the arguer. He will probably be the most passionate, although there is also the factor of being able to finger each dolphin on either side at the same time as he is fucking the middle one. Oscar stands directly behind Nicholas, the heat from his dick radiating onto the cetacean's sensitive ass. The other two moan in disappointment but he soon sorts that out by placing a large hand on each. Stewart watches from behind, moaning a bit more loudly than the other three now as he sounds almost ready to blow from masturbating. He watches as Oscar does not even have to hold onto anything whilst thrusting with one, powerful movement into Nicholas' tight hole.
Expletives barrage out of the dolphin's mouth and Oscar grunts loudly in reply. His dick bursts past the bottlnose's tight orifice, demolishing its resistance but still appreciating the tight squeezing around his glans. He is taking the first few fat inches well, but there is plenty more to go as Oscar slows down for a moment to concentrate on the other two. Bob and Liam on either side also add to the chorus as fat fingers from the orca's black and white hands pry open their anuses and start exploring what is inside. It is almost comical as the orca manipulates all three dolphins at once, though the middle one gets a more brutal approach, creating a chorus of different moans, trills, clicks and other sounds.
"I've felt something like this before." Oscar practically growls out the words as he thrusts again, this time wedging another set of inches, probably around ten by this point, deep between Nicholas' reddening ass cheeks.
"How the FFUUUCK... DO YOU THINK I FEEL?!" Nicholas sounds angry, but in truth he is not sure if he will ever get enough of this. He wiggles around a little, as his inner velvet glove squeezes around the monster orca dick all by itself. It feels like all of it is inside of him, but enough of Nicholas' senses remain to know there must be much more left, maybe even a whole half; and the base only gets thicker. Already his prostate is getting one hell of a workout, pardon the appropriate pun here, and he is not going to last much longer.
Oscar being unaware of the dolphin's condition holds on tight as he uses his heavy fluke tail as a third leg and drives in even harder than before. No holding back this time, his member power drives through one wall of resistance after the next, going so deep into the poor grey bottlenose that his stomach visibly begins to bulge out from the invader's impressive space requirements. With the noises he is now making a stranger could think something unholy was being committed to the poor little guy. However the look on Nicholas face is one on the cusp of bliss, his tongue sticking out as he trills happily as Oscar's heavy balls come to rest on the back of his smooth legs. Penultimately with a shout of joy Nicholas spills his speed on the ground below, the other two looking at him with jealous expressions. But Oscar is not amused, having not even started getting into things.
"Bad boy." Oscar condescends as he pulls out with a sloppy pop, his cock still woefully hard. He slaps Nicholas' ass and the dolphin squeals slumping over the bench with his eyes half shut. "One of you two had better have more staying power."
Both of the other 'phins nod, but it is Bob who Oscar chooses next, Liam settling for the hand again as Oscar uses three fat fingers to tease him. Bob gets all of the orca cock, all at once, it is a quite a shock for his system but the previous toying with his tailhole has provided some measure of preparation. A mean grin finds itself on Oscar's face as a scream throttles its way out of Bob's throat. To his credit though the dolphin does not lose himself straight away and with one strong hand gripping his left buttocks cheek the orca begins to plough away. Wet slurping noises are drowned out by the noisy dolphin, and the not too quiet Liam besides him. Oscar growls more as his heavy black balls slap with a satisfying smack into the dolphin, his powerful legs driving his huge cock deep into the dolphin again and again in cathartic phallic bliss. In fact the orca begins to lose himself in his powerful new body, ramming so hard into the smaller male that he fails to notice as Nicholas blacks out.
The dolphin's reprieve soon comes, as with a slam of his fluke on the ground, and an even more violent slamming all the way to the balls inside Bob, Oscar finally reaches his first orgasm. His eyes roll in his head as his loins burn with a passion of unrepentant intensity, lifting up they surge with cetacean seed that travels down the long, thick shaft. He explodes deep inside of Bob, the new sensation and change of pace pulling him back out of unconsciousness with a startled trill. Oscar lets go of Liam's ass and wraps his powerful arms around Bob, lifting the bottle nose up whilst forcing him to stay down. Bob watches as between his legs he sees those massive black balls unload themselves, feeling every drop rise to the brim of himself.
A far more sloppy pop than the one from before is heard, then Bob is let back down gently before he flops onto the floor. His body is twitching, nerves still on fire in the afterglow as his hole oozes with an excess of the snow white gooey mess. Bob will recover, eventually, but now Oscar turns on Liam. The last of the trio looks at the orca's massive and still very much hard cock, intrigued how he can still be hard instantly after having such a loud and messy eruption inside the other petite dolphin man. But this is no time for explanations as he is commanded to sit his butt down on the bench. He does so and Oscar just stands in front of him, legs parted and cock pointing directly at Liam's face.
"Suck it." But when he does not jump to it Oscar just grabs the back of the dolphin's head and forces him down.
Nicholas' mouth parts over the fat head and that taste is once more on his lips and tongue. The dolphin's eyes slide down and he allows a moan, melting into the situation like butter on warm toast. The voices, the wisps of unknown origin, somehow instruct a part of Nicholas' mind in how to apply his tongue, his lips, his throat, his hands stroking the areas of the shaft when they are not buried past his mouth. His blowhole pants heavily as he starts sucking and slurping like a real pro. Oscar grunts in that deep voice of his and begins rhythmically thrusting into the slutty cetacean's mouth, feeding him all the cock he can handle which turns out to be all of it. Deep throating this beast is no easy task, but somehow Nicholas manages it, probably in part thanks to the differences in his dolphin physiology, but again this is no time for explanations. Sex is in the air and the orca is not entirely done yet.
Suddenly something wraps itself around the large orca from behind. He strains his neck to see Stewart, the voyeur has become a participant it seems. Without realising it the orca has lifted his tail whilst enjoying Nicholas' talented mouth. Part of him considers brushing the small dolphin off of him, it would be childs play considering the size differences. But the wisps are still influencing the situation, and they very much want to see how this develops. So he offers no resistance and a wild looking Stewart hooks his fingers around the orca's waist as best he can and thrusts wildly into that big muscle butt. He strikes gold on the first try and Oscar clicks in surprise this time as he feels the slightly more prehensile like cock, truer to the original species, sported by Stewart slip and slide its way up the orca's anus.
So in this fashion the orca fucks the dolphin in the front, and the other dolphin fucks the orca from behind. The other two are conscious again now and watch in aroused, although fatigued, awe as this miniature conga line of fucking goes on and on and on. Finally it seems that Oscar and Stewart are going to synchronise their orgasms, although not without a little help from Nicholas by reaching out with one hand to cusp and roll around the orca's drooping orange-sized nuts. A mad cacophony of sounds, some of them recognisable over the others, sounds from Oscar and Stewart, along with Nicholas providing some backing beats from his sucking and moaning. Unfortunately for poor Nicholas he is almost catapulted backwards across the bench as the second orgasm erupting from the orca's long shaft blasts down his mouth and keeps on raging with long stringy shots splattering over the dolphin and the floor around him. Stewart manages to hold on to a shaking beast, but he does get beaten around a bit by the orca's spasming fluke before the big guy finally settles down.
For a whole minute, or maybe it is longer, after the last drop of cum as been spent they stop and looks at one another. The mess in the gym room is ridiculous now, and Oscar thinks he might have bent one of the benches when fucking Bob now that he looks at it more carefully. However despite the weirdness, the drained sexual energy and the shear suspension of disbelief in what they all just did; there is a grin on everyone's face. This is their pod now, they belong together and maybe, just maybe, they are not the only ones who have been changed like this. It is a brand new day for Oscar and his pod of gym-going dolphins.