An Odd Pandemic
This here is a request done for Troubled on FA.
An Odd Pandemic
By Luther
Nobody is really sure how it all happened, just that it did and that it was quick. Likely it started in a rural place or a third world country where response would be slow and ineffective. Couple this with the fact that nobody really believed initial reports, sort of like with a zombie outbreak or alien invasion. Though it wasn't exactly zombies, not in the sense that everyone expected from all the movies and such. One could call it an infection. Again, nobody is really sure.
What we know is that something was changing people into towering, oversexed, hyper-endowed versions of themselves and spreading it through sexual contact. That is to say: fucking.
Yes, you can understand why authorities were dismissive of calls about sex monsters attacking and wanting surprise sex. Society is a strangely resilient thing if allowed to weather the problem over a long period of time. Realistically, something that affects it quickly enough to wreck it would be almost entirely unknown. No news or communication agency would have time to effectively report on exactly what happened or why in that short of time frame. Television, internet, and radio would only have time to tell people what is directly observable (and you can forget about print media). The words 'White Spire Corporation' escaped here and there as a possible point of origin, biotech company of unscrupulous business practices that was among the first suspects for those who 'survived'. But ultimately it didn't matter.
Because that's how the world ended: not with a bang but with snu snu.
Which brings us to the present. There is no internet, no groceries, no gas, and no electricity. The smartphones are now stupid-phones until they just ran out of battery life entirely. All the things we turned to for answers were now gone and we were again children in a terrifying world.
Time weeded out those who were unprepared for the change. Some embraced the change, another factor that contributed to it. Others eventually went willingly later on, unable to cope with the new world and wanting to be reintegrated with what was now average society . . . statistically average at least.
For now the world was populated by the brutish and sex craving beasts he ran and hid from on an almost daily basis. But unlike the mindless undead, they were living and thinking creatures with an overriding directive to fuck. That just made them even worse.
Then there was Ross, a wolfish-coyote fellow of russet red and white belly fur. Other than his coloration and a pair of short brown horns on his head, not unlike a goat's, he was of fairly normal appearance. He had learned most of the tricks: stay quiet with your head down, keep to the high places, travel light and never take or stay longer than you need to. There were times when he own needs arose and whenever he met another fellow non-infected person it almost always led to a night of sex as both sides had gone too long without. Then they'd part ways because Ross knew that if they attracted the wrong kind of attention then he'd likely let the other guy be caught and taken so he could get away . . . and he knew the other guy would too.
Sometimes he would witness, from a distance, the creatures take another poor individual. He'd find stray thoughts entering his head as he watched them so mercilessly work their victim over and how they seemed to enjoy it. Temptation appeared now and again to just join them but the fact that it was something one couldn't return from that made him hesitate.
Most don't get the choice. Something he was reminded of whenever he saw the beasts attack someone. Though judging by the pleasured cried and moans it was a strange sort of attack. He remembered seeing a cheetah held down against the hood of a car while an oversized zebra relentlessly pounded his ass, stretching it with that massive cock precum gushing from his hole the entire time. As he watched, Ross almost forgot there was still a danger to him if the zebra saw him or another predator found his hiding place. It did nothing to quell the raging erection straining and forming a dark spot on his pants. A dark part of him enjoyed the thought.
One day Ross was brought to a market by way of a growling stomach along the path of necessity. If you didn't want to forage then finding the remaining non-perishables were another option. At this point they were just about the same thing. Ross found a smaller grocer on the outskirts of town. Not the most populated place so it might be worth risking it. Either way, the coyote fellow wasn't exactly thinking clearly. Hunger will do that to you.
He watched the place for a time to see if anyone would come or go. Only managing to last an hour or so, he was satisfied that seeing no light in the evening hours meant nobody was home. So he let himself in through the delivery entrance, finding it unlocked, and hoped that something edible remained. Enough dying sunlight was let in that he could see well enough. There was little on the shelves, what boxes and cans were there were empty.
Then a little bell rang, the little bell attached to the front door. Someone or something opened the front door and he had been too busy scrounging to notice them approach in the poor light. A tiger, a rabbit, and a husky dog had just entered the store -and they were not other survivors. It sounded like the setup of a bad joke but this was so very real for him. He could see the rabbit's ears above the shelf he was pressed against, even from his low point of view. That had to put their owner at least ten feet tall or so.
"Oh hell . . ." Ross said under his breath. He probably shouldn't have but it was a knee-jerk reaction. The rabbit's satellite dish-like ears swiveled to roughly face his direction. He hear the hurried and heavy footsteps as they moved before he could even begin to sneak away.
"I heard somethin'!" one of them said in an expectedly deep and gruff tone.
Stealth flew out the window. Ross was left with only the possibility of just running and so he did, madly scrambling up, kicking out his feet, and sending a couple of cans clattering across the floor as he did so. A shelf to his left toppled and one as the tiger of them knocked it over, taking the direct route to grab at Ross, proving just a little too slow and grasping the air behind him.
Ross could see the rear door he had left open just ahead. The feline was right behind him, recovering from charging through and crashing into the opposite shelf. He had a straight shot down the corridor -at least until the dog stepped out in front of him, blocking the other end. His only remaining chance was to climb up over one of the aisle. He got about halfway up, hefting himself over just in time to see the rabbit once more, whose towering height put him right there with him. Two enormous paws reached out to grab him up, catching him under the arms and lifting him up into the air and over to the leporine's side. Yeah, Ross kicked and squirmed but there comes a point where the size advantage means pretty much everything. His 'attacks' on rabbit's hands and arms felt like gentle slaps and he couldn't get the reach to go for anything else.
"There you are!" the huge bunny said. "I got'cha now, you don't be getting away from me!"
It looked like he was right, the other two were joining him as he spoke.
"Were you hiding from us, tiny?" asked the tiger jovially.
"Naughty," the husky chimed in. "Have to be punished for that."
Of the three, the rabbit was the largest. The tiger came in at second around nine feet and the husky was third at eight and some change. Any of them likely would have been more than a match for him. And now he was fucked -or soon to be.
It was the idea that seemed to be telegraphed by the trio, he was at the right height to see their cocks, flushing blood and a heat he could feel on his legs. Their sheathes stirred with the promise of prey and resembled furred two-liter bottles, growing to spread as their various cocks worked free. Below each a pair of nuts easily twice the size of Ross's head. How on Earth did they catch him while having to lug those things around? They wasted no time. A tiny voice in the back of his head rejoiced, the one that constantly bugged him to wonder what it was like. He'd know now.
Ross felt more hands on him, reaching and groping him all over, unbuttoning his shirt and reaching under it, pulling his pants free from his squirming and kicking legs. They all saw the tent in his underpants and chuckled among them. He could hardly pretend he wasn't excited and they knew it. They quickly peeled those off of him too, the hem catching his erection and sending it bobbing up and down like a spring. If the three of them weren't hard already, they were now.
His view moved downward as he was lowered, lifted with the combined efforts of the rabbit and the tiger. The brown hare's monolithic cock was pressed up against his face, followed by the others, crowded in, surrounded as they touched him. The husky laughed, it seemed they enjoyed seeing him overwhelmed by their size and the heady aroma that emanated from them. Ross relaxed, a fuzzy presence invading his mind and calming him even though he knew he shouldn't be. He was practically oozing in their paws, hazily looking up at his captors as he felt himself being lifting again. Strangely, the rabbit brought him up to his muzzle and gave him a kiss, a quick peck on the lips, a moment of contemplation, and then another, this time far deeper, far more passionate kiss -if you could call it that. Ross found himself powerless to stop the tongue pushing his aside and wrapping around it, having its way with his, really. After a length, when the two might have been breathless, he removed himself and laughed.
"One kiss and he melts like butter!"
He was moved again, jostled but his brain didn't quite register this until shortly after. It was like his head was swimming and he was just a second or two behind. This time he found himself laid across the front counter of the store, bent over. A pair of strong paws held him down, pressing on his back gently but forcefully. Somehow the tiger was in front of him on the other side, the pointed end of his cock aimed directly at Ross's mouth. His eyes narrowed to focus on it and, almost comically, he found it quickly shoved into his mouth, having little time and inclination to fight it off.
The tapered shape smoothly forced his mouth open, the soft barbs running tantalizingly across his lips and tongue. Before he knew it, Ross found himself trying to open his mouth ever further to allow more of it inside. It filled his throat and he stifled a gag reflex, only partly successful. Ross heard a noise from above somewhere between a sigh and grunt, a disarming sound to follow up with finding that thick monster slammed as far as it would go. His eyes went wide open in response, the tiger grabbed onto Ross's horns, holding them like a pair of handlebars to keep Ross's head steady as he began thrusting into it.
Obviously distracted, the coyote-wolf didn't even notice the husky moving behind him, though he noticed when he felt a pair of hands on his rump, put out in the air so vulnerably so. He felt what was surely the tip of the dog's cock pushing insistently against his hole. It was an attack from the rear! There was a warm gush, a spattering on the ground behind him, and he felt himself being speared with a much smoother motion as the husky's body provided an answer to the problem. Soon the dog behind him held his own pace, sliding in and out with alarming ease. Ross didn't remember always being so . . . stretchy, but here he was taking all of this in stride, emphasis on all of it!
So here he was being spit-roasted by two massive studs, unable to do anything about it other than enjoy the ride. Well, that and wrap his tongue around the cat's pounding cock, teasing it when he could. Not only had he stopped resisting, he figured he might as well enjoy this if it was his fate. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad? He felt himself rise and fall on the crest of orgasm but never crossing over. It had been so long since his last time but it seemed these brutes had experience in keeping others just short of release. Bastards, bless them.
It brought a little pride to Ross then when his semi-rough and sensational tongue proved more than a match for the tiger that was stuff himself down his throat. Almost without warning the big car blew, flooding Ross with such alarming force that he swore he felt some almost come from his nose as he was forced to swallow load after load of the salty stuff. The tiger then surprised him in turn by not stopping, not slowing, not even flagging in the least. He just kept going, his balls seeming to swell a little if anything. The joke was on him, another batch was readying itself while the last one settled in his gut.
There was another thing entirely, Ross felt something stirring in him . . . other than a huge dick. It wasn't just the own iron-hard erection he sported but something near the base, settling in his orbs as they jiggled back and forth, and pushing outward. He felt a weight pulling his center of gravity back between his legs. He couldn't see but it felt like his manhood was swelling. It must have been, he had seen it before. It was starting. He closed his eyes and focused on it, wondering how big he'd get. Maybe he would grow large enough to teach these three a lesson. Ultimately, all other thought washed away as he could only think of how wonderful it felt to have that much solid weight between his legs. It was all him and he knew it even without seeing. But why was nothing else growing? Surely he wouldn't end up as the giant-cocked runt of the pack!
Ross felt a shifting behind him, the shaft previously buried so deeply in him was pulled out, leaving a hole in swift desperation of being filled again. If he could look back he'd see the husky and rabbit shuffling around back there.
Oh no you don't, not this time!" the bunny ironically, largest of them, asserted that fact by moving the husky out of the way to take his place. "Last time you finished first your damn knot got stuck in there. You finish yourself this time!" his voice was deep and authoritative.
The dog's ears folded and he whimpered a bit, buckling under the pressure of who was clearly the alpha, despite species. He had no desire to fight and it was only fair, all things considered. His eyes wandered over to meet the tiger's, hoping maybe he could switch places. No such luck. Seems what goes around comes around.
No matter, he was close anyway. His paws had already found his deep red member and were working it furiously towards the edge.
Meanwhile the rabbit took his place and Ross grew worried. This leporine put horses to shame and Ross's concern was completely justified, as evidenced when the rabbit entered him. Ross thought he might split for a moment but he forced himself to relax (not an easy thing to do) and sure enough he seemed to spread to accommodate the behemoth member which stuffed him to dimensions he didn't think possible.
If he could, he'd be wearing a huge grin right about now.
The rear-side pounding resumed with a renewed focus of long pent frustration. Ross could feel the rabbit's need impress upon his backside, not to mention the two or three feet of cock burning with a need that radiated through his own body as well, stoking him alongside. The lust was contagious, a base need he reflected as he was impaled on it over and over again, shaking his entire body against the counter, forcing him onto the tiger's shaft every time it slammed into his ass.
Ross's body was suddenly flush with energy. He felt himself getting stronger, able to leverage his arms against the counter and gain an inch or two of clearance. However, he wasn't strong enough and was quickly put back down. But he managed to get a better look at himself. He had well-built musculature approaching something not unlike theirs, he could see the shapely bulges it formed beneath his fur.
Not to mention that the junk swinging between his legs was now starting to rival any of theirs! The mere though made him harder, if such was possible, and he willed himself larger. His body responded, further flooding his mind with the pleasure of being big and the promise of more and more.
It was too much for him. His entire body was singing in bliss and crescendo was upon them. He put up a good fight in the long moments since he first found himself being so thoroughly explored but, at last, he surrendered to a shaking climax. He came hard, the wet sounding spatter splashed against the side of the counter with such force as to rebound back onto his ankles and shins, spraying him with his own spunk that pooled around him. He had never cum so hard before nor nearly so much and yet the ivory fluid continued to issue from him in shot after drawn out shot that wracked his body, made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
Even as they both came, Ross could feel himself pushing out from the counter in all directions. The paws holding him felt smaller, relatively speaking. This is what he was waiting for. If ever he knew what a surge of power felt like, this was it! He clenched his stomach muscles and the edge of the counter broke off under the strength and hit the floor. Every time the rabbit thrust forward, Ross grew another few inches, spreading over the table surface, gaining size. The sight must have been enough for the rabbit as Ross felt a new warmth filling him up as the big leporine came as well.
Somewhere to the side the husky had been watching this. A wet smacking on the ceiling signaled his own eruption, enough pressure behind it to spike one of the ceiling tiles out of place and put a hole in it. Much of it landed on Ross's back, giving him a light and sticky coat. Between that and the other two stuffing him on both sides, the coyote-wolf was thoroughly saturated.
And he just kept on growing, sending ominous cracks running through the counter with his new weight. He must have been around ten feet tall now, the equal of the rabbit, and still going up. His rear assailant staggered backwards and freed Ross, spunk now gushing from his hole. The tiger seemed to finally take notice of their captive's change and backed away as well.
Ross finally stood up, rubbing his back as he did. Dripping and sopping with cum, leaking from his still achingly hard cock, he stood like some newly grown sexual idol. In a way he was. He struggled just a little at first, adjusting to the new weight he carried between his legs and how he had to step with a wider stance to keep safe the boulder-like testicles that made their home there. He couldn't help but notice they were now looking up at him as he drew his ascension to a close with the feeling of reaching the end of a nice long stretch.
He knew that the beasts came in various sizes. There was suspicion that it had something to do with how resistant one was to it. Those who either took longer to change or had stronger immune systems wound up smaller than the rest, though no less dangerous. Ross seemed to have the opposite of that. He must have been super non-resistant, if there was such a thing. Extra receptive, maybe? Maybe it had something to do with the sheer amount of cum he had the (mis)fortune to have been inundated with, like prime fertilizer to a plant? Maybe it was pure chance or their collective will or it mutates in a non-retroactive manner and those who go longer without being infected wind up larger? Who the hell knew? He wasn't just big, he was a new and greater magnitude entirely.
His new and fantastically huge cock bounced and throbbed several feet in front of him, screaming for its owner's attention despite having just exploded all over the side of the counter. All three of his former captors stared at it in something close to awe, mouths agape.
"My turn!" Ross said joyfully.