A set of heavy metal doors closed behind the Shiba as he ran his hands through his fur, over

his
ears, and down his neck. The inside of the warehouse had a musty sawdust smell to it, likely from the
palettes all over the place, and the work Hector was doing here of late was starting to make him sweat
just from getting his first whiff. Grunting and sighing, Hector resigned himself to another day at the
grindstone. He heard his co-workers at their tasks too, the same ones odds were, but they didn't really
interact with one another when on the clock. Or off it for that matter. Hector closed his locker, checked
his work assignment, and headed out onto the loading and sorting floor.
“Just bear it. Don't even have to grin while you're doing it.”
As usual, Hector found his job for the day was a mindless one. Haul boxes by hand from one
end of the warehouse to the other. The same one he saw just about everyone else doing, albeit always
on different corners of the building. Even when he caught glimpses of the other employees he never
saw the same ones as last time and they never really had the spare time or breath to talk. Everyone was
working too damn hard for it – and was being compensated generously. Hector's motivation stemmed
largely from the need to pay off student loans.
Hector's frustration at hauling heavy boxes with an ever shifting stable of corporate logos
resembling fluffy cartoon animals of some kind on them stemmed from having a Bachelor's degree and
needing to haul boxes so he could make his payments for said loans. The money was good though, it
was good enough to do it for hours on end. To go home and kick his shoes and work clothes off and
head straight for the shower, grunting and groaning with every little movement until he got into a hot
shower.
Not that the hot shower actually got rid of the left over aches from his day at work, but it
helped. A lot of things about Hector's current situation helped make it tolerable. The Shiba was in better
shape than he had been in ages, cutting a decently athletic figure in his bathroom mirror. Muscle buried
in fluffy fur, big blue eyes looking tired but kind of satisfied in a strange way. Not as much as he would
be if he'd landed a job that had anything to do with his degree, but every place he'd looked into wanted
another two years out of him before they'd move forward.
Saving for that was going to take time, especially with expenses being what they were, and he
was probably not helping that by having the apartment he did. The place was near work though, and
some of his rent was subsidized by it, so Hector felt he could deal with the extra expense in order to
enjoy the extra space. Especially the big multi-head shower.
“Oh man... I needed this.”
Hot water hit Hector's body, soaking into his fur and then down through his skin. Loosening and
smoothing all the rough edges his muscles were holding onto from hours on end of hard labor. He let
his mind wander during that, letting himself slide down the side of the shower stall and sit at the bottom
of the large chamber while it collected heat and steam. Hector had a hard time not thinking about work
though, there was perhaps just a bit too much of it in his life right now to be considered healthy.
“...The heck does that place even do?”
Squinting, Hector reached out to his feet. They took the worst of the beating his days put him
through and needed the most love after a shift ended. The Shiba curled his fingers around the pads of
his left one and started the long process of massaging out what he could. Every little twinge his nerves
shot through him was a memory from the day he'd finished. That first palette with the alpaca character
on all the boxes, the one with the eyes hidden under his fluff and the irresponsibly gigantic ass.
Absolutely nothing else gave any clue what was in the containers he'd moved, and he knew full well
the next day he'd have more of the same, or at least something that fell in similar categories. Always
something weird, never any explanation, never even any real sign of their supervisors who were
scheduling all this nonsense.
“Other than pay my bills, anyway. Maybe I should order wings?”
There was roughly zero chance Hector was going to be in a state to cook after his shower ended,
and he knew it. Luckily there were ample options for delivery nearby, though he never saw any of them
deliver anything to the actual warehouse. Or for that matter saw anyone deliver anything to the
warehouse, or take anything out of it. It always had new stock though, that was clear enough. At first he
thought people just moved the same piles of crap around the inside endlessly and accomplished nothing
but that had gone on too long with no sign of repeating the logos or box sizes or the like. Someone,
somewhere, had to be bringing the product in.
No answers were forthcoming in Hector's musings. He'd spent a few nights in the short weeks
he'd been working at the warehouse asking these questions, it never went anywhere. It just left him
confused, maybe a little frustrated, and still hungry. Also, weirdly, kind of horny. That wrinkle had been
evolving in Hector's routine over the last little while as well. Get home from work, clean up and
unwind, order food, and settle in. Then it was jerk off while watching TV, and maybe before he went to
sleep as well. Wank, rinse, repeat. Hector slept well, at any rate. All he had to do was bear it, grin or no
grin.
***
“You sure I can't get you to come bowling or something? I mean, you have to get some time
off.”
Exhaling, Hector put a hand up to his head and rubbed at it lazily. He waited through a couple
more seconds, including one 'you there?' from the other side of the phone, before responding again.
 “Dude, I get it, I want more too but like.. they keep offering hours and it puts me closer to being
done with all this.”
The Shiba glanced at the clock as he said this, watching it tick away his break one step at a time.
Someone he hadn't seen before, another new hire probably, walked past the break room door at that
point while visibly grabbing at their crotch and left him staring openly and missing what was said next.
“I... sorry, what was that?”
A frustrated grunt crawled into Hector's ear.
“I said you haven't done anything fun in two months, and the last time you did before that was
like.. that two month period between getting your degree and getting this job. Summer's coming up
man, let's do something.”
Hector shut his eyes, trying to ignore his stomach growling due to missing lunch over this,
reminding himself his friend meant well, and then glaring down at his waist when he felt an
inexplicable boner pressing against the inside of his jeans uncomfortably.
“Alright, fuck, I'll try to schedule some time off the first week of Summer okay?”
The 'pfft' from the other side of the line was audible.
“Try next month. First week. Summer too, but also that. Not taking no for an answer, man. Me
and the boys will kidnap you otherwise.”
That almost left Hector angry, but part of that was the increasingly small window of time before
he had to get back to work. Mere seconds, actually.
“Fine! Fuck, I have to get back to work, man. Way to waste my whole break.”
Hector felt a little bad about the outburst, but not that bad. His break was usually nothing
special anyway, mostly just him taking a load off while he could, and he was able to do that while
talking. Being pressured was annoying either way though, and it was a lot less restful than usual on
account of it. Now he was tense and had to go right back into the grind. Walking back out to the
loading floor, already having lost sight of all the others present as he approached the next stack of
boxes to move, and then finding himself presented with something to smirk about despite the mood he
was in. A big, round ass printed on cardboard. Specifically a mouse's one, looking like she'd dropped
something on the floor and made a mess.
“Damn cleaning mascots have Pixar mom butts now apparently. Gonna give some kids a
complex with that one whoever you are...”
Snorting once more, Hector shook his head and got to work. Four more hours of hauling heavy
boxes with awkward weight distribution from one spot of the warehouse to another, staring at that
bobbing derriere the whole time. Hector's mind wandered in the process, there wasn't much else for it
to do after all. Making up commercials with that mouse posing for the camera while bending over to
reach a spatula or some such thing, in the middle of cooking dinner probably. That theme ended up
kind of heavily prevalent through most of the Shiba's daydreaming.
It took him until he was already home and picking up his food from the front door to figure out
that it probably had something to do with him being hungry that he'd been envisioning that specific
scenario. Explaining the erection wasn't as simple, that had popped up toward the end of his shift and
just would not go away, despite Hector telling himself the logo wasn't that appealing. He believed
himself when he said it even, but that didn't get rid of the almost painfully rigid shaft.
Not even the post-shower jerk session entirely got rid of it. It was over as fast as he was coming
to expect, a few strokes on the floor of the shower and his whole body seized up and a thick, wet rope
of cum hit the opposite wall only to be slowly washed down, then the aftershocks started while he kept
stroking. Unfortunately Hector was just left panting, a thick layer of his own juices covering his hand
while his dick throbbed and surged in his fingers. Getting in a second orgasm after a sweaty, exhausted
minute or two didn't really help much either.
“Man, what... the hell? I usually have to try a little harder than this.”
Wandering out to spend the rest of his evening winding down on the couch, Hector found
himself already stiff enough for his dick to be bobbing about in front of him when he sat down. Hector
hadn't actually intended to wrap his hand around his shaft as soon as he got onto the couch after that,
but it happened anyway. As soon as it did the Shiba's cock erupted again. Harder this time, enough to
leave the Shiba quivering where he was sprawled out on his couch and gasping for air when the
blinding burst of pleasure started to fade. He'd heard the splatter, it had hit something hard, and for a
moment Hector was a little panicked to see he'd nailed his TV screen right in the center. Luckily it
didn't seem to have done any actual damage, but most of the next few confused minutes were spent
awkwardly shuffling about his apartment grabbing cleaning materials and trying to ignore the fact that
he was still hard. Not quite rock hard anymore, but closer to ready than he had any right to be.
It entirely escaped him that the logo on the sterile cleaning wipes he used was the same one he'd
spent all day moving boxes for.
***
Getting time off approved was something Hector expected to be difficult, if not impossible,
when he got around to applying for it. Part of him really figured he'd end up getting told no and he'd be
off the hook for it, but that wasn't the case. Two days after he left a request in the inbox for the
management office (a door he never saw anyone enter or leave) he found the form waiting in his locker
with an approval stamp on it. It even reminded him he had PTO he could use for the thing. Hector was
almost annoyed.
Asking himself why he was annoyed defused a little of that mood though.
“The heck am I so ready to just get back to this grind? It's... I mean-”
The Shiba exhaled and squinted at his reflection in the small mirror at the back of his locker. He
looked stressed, that was for sure, and tired too. Physically worn out but also tense and somewhat
frustrated. There was a simple reason for that latter part, and it was painfully sticking into the door of
the locker below Hector's. Coming into the warehouse, smelling the boxes everywhere and the hearing
the air conditioners going, he'd ended up tenting his work pants immediately. This wasn't the first day it
had happened either. Ignoring it was getting harder every day it happened, and that had been most of
the week now.
“This makes no sense, just- fuck it. You know what? Maybe I really do need the time away from
here. There is something crossing wires in my head about this work.”
Hector glared at himself, as if he could somehow single out the part of him that was sporting
weird boners about hauling boxes (even ones with weirdly sexy cereal box mascots on them) and make
it self-conscious enough to chill out. It didn't work, of course. He was still awkwardly and very
obviously erect, forced to wander back out to the floor like that and hope nobody saw him. It seemed
unlikely anyone would but that didn't mean the Shiba wasn't blushing the whole time anyway.
By the time he hit break Hector had a visible damp patch on the front of his pants thanks to
constantly coaxing out precum one drop at a time over the course of four hours, and spending his break
desperately trying to grind out an orgasm in the bathroom didn't help matters anywhere near as much as
he hoped it would. Hector seemed to cum at the drop of a hat at home but here, amid the smell of boxes
and sweat and with the little cameras all over the place (not in the stalls, but that didn't stop him from
feeling them watching) it just wouldn't go off.
After an entire day of doing that Hector could scarcely think straight enough to even decide
where to eat, let alone figure out where his head was at. The Shiba didn't even remember the drive
home, dangerous as that seemed, and didn't completely remember anything else about the evening
either. There was just enough fuzzy awareness about what he was doing to mostly know when he woke
up that he'd agreed to go out bowling in the afternoon with the same friends who kept badgering him to
take time off in the first place.
Mercifully, he did not wake up sporting a massive erection. Just a half-chub. One that didn't
entirely go away even through the restful, casual morning that not having to go to work afforded him.
The Shiba couldn't help being a bit relieved at that as he checked his phone, not at all surprised to find
a few waiting messages from his friends there, including one from only a few minutes prior.
 NW: Hey! Ready for this?
HS: Yeah I think so, man I might need this more than I thought too.
NW: I bet, man. Alright, bowling, then I have a new bar I wanna take you to.
HS: Dude, you didn't say anything about a bar...
NW: It'll be fine man, promise. Just us and two other guys and a designated driver.
HS: If I'm not feeling it I'm not sticking around, fair warning.
NW: Fair play, man. See ya in a couple hours!
Tossing his phone aside, Hector let out an exhale and stared up at the ceiling. As he did his dick
twitched, quivered, and started creeping toward erection for no discernible reason. More annoyed than
anything else, Hector tried to press it back down again. Futilely. It almost seemed like it was excited,
more so than usual anyway, over the prospect of something that wasn't just work or sleep. That idea
was more than a little ridiculous though, and Hector tried his best to put it out of his mind and just get
on with his day until his friends showed up later.
It was a little frustrating to him that this involved jerking off twice. Hector found that as he
walked around his apartment he just couldn't help getting slowly, steadily aroused by... nothing? Even
just the gentle rubbing of his junk against his pants was apparently enough. So he'd had to stop
everything once around lunch, and once more as two in the afternoon crept up. His friends were due
any minute and Hector found himself standing in the bathroom, pants around his ankles, both hands
around his swollen cock.
“S-swear, bigger..”
A long, grunting moan kept him from saying much else for several seconds as Hector used one
hand to stroke himself near the root and the other to act as a shield over his dick to ensure he sprayed
those thick ropes of cum onto the drain and not all over the wall. Some part of his mind was still
wrapped up in that thought though, he felt bigger than he had before. His dick was a bit longer, too
thick for him to easily get his fingers around, and he felt like his skin was a bit weird around the root of
it. Rougher and more sensitive for the most part, but a little itchy too. Hector wondered how long that
had been there, how long he just hadn't noticed it, and what the heck was going on with his size – but
there wasn't time to dwell on these things as much as he wanted to. The orgasm had only just ended and
been rinsed down the sink by the time his doorbell rang.
Swallowing hard, the Shiba hurriedly stuffed himself back in his pants after a quick rinse off.
His cock was still half chubbed despite the recent bout of pleasure though, and bulged out in his pants
painfully obviously. That left Hector rushing past his friend at the door, feeling off about being rude but
needing to just get to where he could hide his crotch and hopefully let it calm down.
 “Hey man! I- fuck, raring to go eh? Alright. Let's do the thing!”
Hector exhaled shakily, rushing up to the car and heading for the back seat.
“H-Hey Wolf, Marshall.”
A second later the bulky form of the gray wolf was cramming himself into the driver's seat, with
the passenger occupied by the smiling and slightly distant and unfocused gaze of a sable.
“Heeeey Heck. Hecky hey. You doing okay? You look like... tense.”
Hector was tense. He had his arms curled around his chest and was leaned forward since it
helped obscure his crotch. The Shiba had to force himself to unclench enough to get his seatbelt on, and
that ended up being a problem since it put pressure on his already constrained dick and set the thing to
stiffening up again.
“I'm fine man. Just been working a lot lately. Maybe too much, I guess? I- how are you
Marshall? You seem uh, not tense.”
A smirk climbed over the sable's face and eyes, which were just a hint of bloodshot.
“Maybe a bit not! Heh. Man, we need like... cheese sticks when we get there.”
The wolf in the driver's seat reached over and wrapped the sable's head in his overly large hand.
“We'll get food man, chill out. Also try to sober up a little enh? Like, at least a bit before we hit
the bars. Also we're here already, everyone out.”
Exhaling and swallowing hard, Hector pulled himself out of the back seat and walked ahead of
his friends. The less chance they had of seeing he was tenting his pants already the better. Getting in
and getting a shoe rental was done in a bit of a daze, but it got him to a spot at the alleys and tables
without too much notice. Mostly. He couldn't help, sitting with his shoes off, having to stop and rub at
them a bit. All that time on his feet never stopped taking its toll. When all was said and done he was in
first, but ready last.
At first the whole process ended up being kind of relaxing, which was the point. Hector would
wait his turn and let his cock calm down, then keep his posture carefully controlled during his throw
and avoid setting himself off too much in the process. The posture control even improved his game a
little since last time.
“Dude, that was another spare and then a strike. You sure you haven't been practicing on the sly
on us? We get Marshall here up to snuff and we could actually form a team for a run at the state level.”
Marshall found himself laughing, not something he remembered doing a whole lot of late.
“Gonna have to keep Marshall out of the brownies if we're gonna do that, Wolf. How do you
propose we manage that feat?”
The big lupine laughed back, and harder, and shoved the nachos and cheese sticks Hector's way
while the sable came back from his latest throw.
“I miss anything?”
Hector shook his head while watching the big wolf go up to throw.
“Nah, man. Just talking about maybes. So what the heck are you doing lately?”
The sable blinked, his fur catching light from absolutely everywhere and looking way better
than he had any right to for having (Hector guessed anyway) stumbled out of bed half an hour ago
while high.
“Uh, I mean, not much?”
A loud crash of pins was heard, and then Wofl's voice.
“Well good! You can make this a regular thing with us then. You down, Hector? Weekly maybe?
We can work it around your schedule I think. Marshall hasn't got a schedule and mine's flexible
enough. I can get people to cover me at the office if I need to.”
Hesitating, Hector looked from one friend to the other. Marshall seemed to be half present and
then eventually got through enough of a thought process to nod and smile. After that it was all eyes on
him. The idea left him swallowing, left him embarrassed and trying to get back on top of his dick
growing tighter in his pants. It was starting to feel humid and moist in there and that just made him
more nervous and exacerbated the problem.
“I- y- yeah. Okay. Just like, a few hours a week? No promises on bars after, but yeah. I uh, I'll
go bowl now.”
There was a dull cheer from Marshall, and an uproar from Wolf. As he walked past the large
lupine Hector felt a sharp smack on his back. The sort that was just there as support, but it still nearly
sent him tumbling forward, and it did jostle him about enough to make his cock bounce out of the waist
of his pants. A few inches of it, rock hard and reaching for the air, forcing him to set his bowling ball
back down and fight to get his dick back into his pants. Something that was only kind of successful and
had to be patch jobbed by covering the rest of it with his shirt and tucking that in over top of the head.
“Oh god, oh god- it was fast, nobody-”
A whistle, a literal wolf whistle, from behind left Hector freezing up as his ball hurtled down
and left him with a seven-ten split.
“Damn, man! What are they feeding you in that warehouse?”
Hector swallowed and forced the embarrassment to dissipate as best he could before turning
around, but by this point there was no hiding the gently twitching boner he was walking around with.
“Wolf, man, fuckin... either shut up and bowl or shut up and make yourself useful by climbing
on this thing. Alright?”
 There was still a lot of staring coming from both the sable and wolf alike, but in the latter's case
there was also another good-natured shoulder smack.
“No problem, I'll drop it man. Marshall! Go roll them balls.”
Hector exhaled slowly, getting back to trying to will his dick into relaxing. It didn't work, nor
would it for the rest of the night.
***
The incident with his dick popping free proved not to be an isolated one, but luckily Hector
found himself with a good deal more privacy the next time it happened. His cock just popping out to
say hello ought not to have been less troubling at work, but Hector had found he was seeing less and
less other employees around as time went on. Practically none of them lately in fact. Hector had lifted a
particularly heavy stack of boxes with a massive-assed dragon critter of some kind that was
deliberately stuffing himself to get fatter on the side and the effort had caused his shaft to slide right up
out of his pants leg and press itself against his belly.
Hector found that the worst that came of it was the way it made him shudder and leak a little
with every step until he was able to put the boxes down and try to get things under control again.
Control was something of a strong term though, Hector managed to fight his dick back into his work
pants but only with it forming a nearly painful tent in front.
“This is... this is ridiculous. What is even- I fit in these fine before, right? Do... do I see a doctor
about my cock growing? I don't-”
Making the mistake of touching himself again as he tried to think his way through things,
Hector shivered and gasped as a wet patch spread out from the peak of the tent. A buzzing, tingling
rush was left in his nerves that wouldn't die down afterward. One he had no better idea than to go hide
in the bathroom and jerk himself off for.
Every step he took after that was harder, literally. Hector's cock stiffened and thickened past
what he expected and was getting to be painfully constrained by his pants. Rushing to the stalls was a
near thing, with Hector's fingers shaking by the time he reached it, and the instant he undid the button
and zipper the Shiba's member sprang out like a jack in the box and started spattering cum against the
far wall. The pleasure of it was near blinding, leaving him grasping at the side of the stall for support,
forcing himself to be as quiet as he could manage to be while his dick surged and clenched, while his
nuts emptied themselves one burst at a time. The hand he was using to steady his cock through this
could feel it staying a little more swollen, a little thicker, with every shot and he was sure his balls were
doing the same.
Hector knew he was over his break time by the time he finished, but there wasn't much of
anything he could do about that. Less simple was the huge mess on the wall and floor, the Shiba ended
up spending another couple of minutes trying to gather up and flush as much of that as he could, not
bothering to put his junk away during the process. He couldn't really anyway. Hector found, when he
tried, that he definitely had more bulk than he had before. Just a bit longer, a bit thicker, and that
vaguely itchy patch of rough skin was spreading. It felt delicious to touch the stuff, more so even to
scratch at it, but that just made yet another spot on the floor he had to clean.
When he finally had all that sorted out as best he could Hector peeked through the door and
looked around. Nobody was there, not in the distance nor up close. Swallowing some worry, the Shiba
eased back out onto the work floor without covering up. He'd re-fastened his pants, but only up to the
button, and his dick was resting out on top of that.
“...Fuck it, I'll uh, I'll just... if someone sees it I'll just say it happened right then.”
As luck would have it, nobody asked, though Hector did end up having to clean up another
couple of messes before quitting time rolled around.
***
Sweatpants were technically not adhering to the job's dress code, but they were Hector's only
hope of not wandering around with his dick out all the time. The Shiba had to trust in nobody spotting
him while he was wandering around like this, but the sheer emptiness of the warehouse was apparently
reliable. Also weird. Hector was constantly looking for other employees but at no point did he see them
anymore, and someone had to be running the office but he never saw them inside of it. So nobody
stopped him from wearing sweats around the warehouse as he relocated boxes of blue furred fanged
deer posing in a gold speedo with an absolutely unreasonable bulge.
For a while it almost made work comfortable again. Hector was getting closer and closer to
being out from under his debt, one paycheck at a time, but also one weekend bowling trip at a time.
The second night for it was looming and Hector was a little dubious about the plan. Mostly because his
dick related problems were getting worse, not better. Hector checked the time on his phone, pausing
briefly and leaning on the stack of boxes he'd just set down. The next night was tomorrow, and he-
“Hn.. Hnngh.. cripes.”
Hector's nerves tingled and sang, and his pants sagged a bit as a soaking wet dark patch formed
on the front of them. One that had started without him touching anything, without too-tight work pants,
it just went off like a misfiring gun. Touching the edge of it in surprise only caused another spurt to
bubble up from inside.
“D-dammit. That was... I didn't even do anything? What-”
Even reaching down to pull his junk free and look at it set him off again, and left Hector facing
the reality of his cock and balls being too much for one hand to handle. His dick, even flaccid, was
mostly the length of his forearm now and was almost as thick. His nuts were the size of plump, ripe
oranges and quivered at the touch.
“This is crazy. I'm going to need a bra for these things. I need to make an appointment with a
doctor or something, and like... maybe call off bowling. I-”
A quick 'zwoop' sound heralded a message on his phone. Hector winced and picked the device
up to see exactly what he was worried about waiting for him on it.
NW: Hey! All ready for tomorrow?
HS: I uh, maybe. Need to see if I can find something to wear.
NW: Same problem as last time?
HS: Kinda. All I have are work pants and sweats.
NW: Overalls, man. Problem solved.
Blinking, Hector tilted his head and let the idea roll around in there. Overalls. They wouldn't fall
down, and they could be as roomy as they had to be.
HS: ...Alright, if I can get a set by then? Good to go.
NW: Sweet! I have a couple spare pairs. I'll bring one over tonight.
***
Hector didn't remember the previous night all that well. Bowling had happened, drinking had
too, in part because the overalls thing had actually worked beyond all expectations. Which is to say it
worked at all. They felt too big for the Shiba but that meant he was able to escape having his cock
constantly being squeezed and rubbed against him. Mostly. It still grazed things every so often and
when it did he had to put every bit of concentration he had into not cumming on the spot, but he was
mostly functional. That had been why he agreed to go drinking afterward, and that was why he was
having a hard time recalling exactly how the night ended. At least mostly. There had been a lot of
laughing, he knew that much. Booze had taken some of the edge off his unstoppable boner as well.
All that played into what Hector was doing currently, standing in the checkout line at a
supermarket. A cart full of food, bottled water, vitamins, painkillers, and more liquor than he really
ought to be buying. The trick was going to be balancing alcohol with work, if this plan worked at all.
Hector was out of other ideas though, particularly since his doctor had told him the next available
appointment was three months out.
“Cannot believe I'm doing this, I- cripes would you just not... nngh.”
Hector was busy unloading his cart for checkout, setting bottles on the belt and leaning far over
the cart to reach the bottom of it, when someone bumped into him from behind. Or rather the back of
their cart did. It wasn't too rough but it was enough to knock Hector's dick up against the side of his
own cart, and that was all it took to shatter the delicate control he'd been maintaining. Hector had half a
second to react and that was just enough time to pick between not dropping the booze or trying to fight
back cumming right there in the store. He chose the bottle. For about three seconds all the Shiba could
do was clench his hands, barely hearing the apology coming from behind him, pumping out a thick and
sticky mess into his boxers.
A hard swallow and a quick stuffing of his hand between his legs to make sure he didn't drizzle
onto the floor was all Hector could get out of his throat while being sure he wouldn't moan
unintentionally. The Shiba was out of the store by the time he really had clarity back, knowing he'd
auto-piloted an awful lot of the last couple of minutes and a little disconcerted about that fact. He'd
even been driving like that, which had him a bit shaken even as he pulled up to his apartment.
Getting out of the car drug the edge of his cum-sticky dick over the denim he was wearing again
and forced Hector to stop where he was. The Shiba shuddered, pausing where he stood and letting the
burst run its course.
“Right. Right in... then to the shower. Straight to it.”
Swallowing hard, Hector smacked his hand on the top of his car to psych himself up. To prepare
as best he could for moving again. He took a second to gather every bag onto one arm and started
walking for the door, tilted at an angle by all the weight and by trying not to hit anything. Which mostly
succeeded. Hector made it indoors and even set the groceries down before he turned a bit too fast and
sandwiched his cock up against the wall. Immediately the Shiba froze, clinging in place, just trying to
maintain as a bloom of wet pleasure spilled out of him. Hector didn't mean to start humping the wall
where he'd ended up but that happened anyway. Quick jerking and bucking motions that he couldn't
seem to stop himself from doing. Not for a couple minutes anyway, after which he wordlessly started
stumbling to the bathroom.
Hector's whole body flinched when the water hit him. So much of him felt over-sensitive right
now. Raw nerves and a dick that wouldn't shrink down for anything. The water starting off cold might
be for the best, he thought. Taking the edge off the arousal was the best he could hope for. Which didn't
mean it would actually work. The Shiba sat on the floor of his shower, hesitating to touch himself and
watching as just the first few spatters of cool water caused his junk to seize up and eject a little cum
onto the drain. It took an act of will not to touch himself after that. Instead, Hector reached for his feet.
Of all the parts of him that his job took its toll on the Shiba's feet had it the worst. Probably. If
one didn't argue about his dick in the process his feet had it worse. There was a body-wide shudder as
he grabbed the first one and the water started to warm up. Hector let it get good and hot while he dug
his thumbs into the meat of his right foot, which felt pretty badly swollen.
“Gonna need new shoes at this rate. And- hey... what- is this the same stuff as-”
Running fingers through the fur on his feet, Hector had slid his thumb over a rough patch with
thinner fur that felt familiar. It felt just like the scaly patches that had been growing in around his cock.
Kind of itchy but not entirely, just close enough to feel really nice to run his fingers over and to have
bathed in the heat. Enough that he found himself holding his toes apart and turning the heat up, setting
off a fresh spurt of cum without even touching himself.
Hector lost himself in that with little resistance, rubbing harder and digging his fingers in deeper
to his pads and fur, not having the clarity left to worry about why bits of his fur were rubbing off and
those scaled spots seemed to be spreading very slowly. The swelling wasn't going down any, in fact if
anything it was getting worse every time he coaxed himself into another orgasm without touching his
cock, but he felt better. He felt relaxed, fulfilled, comfortable.
How long he was in there was a good question, the apartments weren't great but one thing they
had going for them was a seemingly endless supply of hot water. By the time Hector started crawling
his way out of the shower he was having trouble standing. Everything in his legs felt noodly and his
dick kept slapping against his thighs and tightening up again, but he'd emptied everything he had by
now. Hector was hunched over and leaning on the wall by the time he got to the water bottles and
dragged some of them to bed. He'd have to wash the overalls for work tomorrow, but that was a
problem for the morning.
***
The weekend had been kind to Hector, but it hadn't spared him from having to go back in. The
Shiba had one hand on the steering wheel as he parked and the other inside the overalls, holding them
as far away from touching the near knee length shaft he was sporting as possible. Getting to work
without creaming his pants had been a monumental task but he'd done it and didn't want to ruin things
now. That made getting out of the car tricky as well. Easing out of it one leg at a time, half waddling
more than walking, and then stopping when he got in the warehouse's doors.
Hector glanced around, looking for signs of life elsewhere in his place of work. None waited,
none had been there for ages now, but he had to check just the same. He couldn't help the thrill of
paranoia that went through him as he loosened the straps on the overalls and let them hang lower. Low
enough that, with his underwear acting more as a bra for his grapefruit sized nuts than anything else
now, he could lay his half-scaled cock out on the overalls at the midsection and leave it exposed to the
air. Not rubbing, not touching, just free and clear.
A single slow inhale, then a shaky exhale, and Hector felt ready. Nobody around to judge him
anyway, and management didn't seem to care about anything. With a water bottle in one pocket and one
refilled with vodka in the other he pushed through and got to work. Or at least he tried to.
As soon as he got to the first pile Hector stopped, blinking and staring at the boxes themselves.
The logo was new again. Some kind of snake looking woman in a really broad hat and a red dress, with
ridiculous tits. Something about 'melon juice' was there on the logo but Hector could hardly pay
attention to that, he just kept staring at the curves on the snake and thinking about whether or not he'd
ever seen a snake with a chest like that before.
“Do they... even have tits? I- does that matter?”
A tightening surge in Hector's dick shook him out of his thoughts briefly. It had spat a glob of
cum onto the side of the crates and left his cock bobbing gently up and down. It took everything he had
left as far as concentration went not to touch the thing to stop it from bouncing like a pool noodle full
of cream cheese. Even when that stopped Hector had problems.
“Do I clean this up? I- I should, right? Otherwise some janitor is going to have to and... do we
have a janitor? Shit. I, that... that snake is- what was I saying?”
Hector felt dizzy as he lost his train of thought. There was a heavy throb from his crotch and
another spurt of cum onto the floor that left him light-headed. It left him breathing hard as well,
fidgeting and arguing with himself internally about touching himself again. Hector wanted nothing
more than to do that, but he had to work. At least, he probably did. He should probably clean the mess
up too, but where was everyone? And if nobody was there to find it, did it actually matter if he cleaned
anything up?
It wasn't really a thought process or a decision that followed that. Hector just felt the urgency
about the matter evaporate quietly. A quiet little 'fuck it' under his breath later he was grabbing crates
and shuffling along to move them like always.
“All of this is insane... can't find anyone but the checks keep coming anyway. Either they'll fire
me or not.”
The state of his cock forced Hector to hold the boxes a little higher, which made them obscure
his vision a bit more than it used to before. Things moved slower thanks to that and to his dick sending
shivers up his spine every so often that demanded he stop and then avoid the fresh puddle he'd just left
on the floor. That part wasn't so bad, Hector felt delicious each time it happened despite the
embarrassment of having his dick hanging loose and not being able to control it. It made the day go by
rather quickly in fact, even if he wasn't getting a whole lot of moving done. The break bell rang before
Hector was ready for it, startling him into another hands-free orgasm and setting him to almost
mindlessly walking to the break room.
 Hector stopped short when he got into the doorway.
“What... who? Who left that.”
There was a box on the table by the microwave. White cardboard with a note written on top in
sharpie. 'Free to take. -Mgmt'. Inside Hector found a dozen donuts, all of them covered in a drippy,
sticky white glaze and stuffed to bursting with cheesy sweet cream.
“But there's nobody else... who even left these here?”
Skepticism and curiosity were arguing in Hector's head, but catching a whiff of the cream
seemed to tilt matters. Part of the Shiba shuddered when the smell hit him, the same part promptly
overruled all the logical concerns he was feeling and bit into one of the pastries. It was a messy thing,
thick and sweet and bursting on his tongue. Hector bit down harder and sucked the whole thing dry, and
promptly came where he stood. A thick rope of cum that shot over the table mostly, but some of it
landed on the remaining donuts.
A hard swallow got the rest of the first one down Hector's throat. The Shiba forced himself to
look away and go for the coffee machine. By the time he reached it and started a pot he'd realized his
free hand was holding another of the pastries already. Specifically one of the ones he'd gotten cum on.
Hector hesitated. The donut was dirty, right? But the stuff just came from him, so why be
bothered? The argument about that lasted until he coffee finished, mere seconds, all through which the
Shiba's mouth was watering. When he started pouring the coffee Hector felt himself biting into the
second one, complete with the slimy-sweet funk of his own spunk adding to the flavor. The Shiba came
near dropping the coffee when that set him cumming again, he definitely hadn't meant to just eat the
thing. Certainly hadn't meant to enjoy it as much as he did. Hector felt something in the back of his
head flip in that moment, something that had apparently been stuck between his thoughts and acting on
them because the Shiba found himself walking back to the table with the entire pot in his hand and not
being quite sure what he was up to.
When he sat down on one chair, then used another as a leg rest and let his cock balance on his
foot, Hector had more of an idea of what was up. That didn't mean he had more control though, the
Shiba still felt like he couldn't stop himself from planting a hand on that swollen shaft, thicker than his
arm and a bit more than half as long, and giving it a shake even if he wanted to. And he wasn't at all
sure he wanted to. As soon as he dug his fingers in, rubbing them over the scaled patches growing
along his cock and feeling something that blended the delights of scratching itchy skin and the ragged
bliss of jerking off, all that doubt melted half-explored and Hector bit down into his third donut and
came on the spot.
After that a haze set in. Hector's world blurred under the influence of stimulants and two
different kinds of joy-inducing white cream. Enough to leave him panting, shaking, moaning, and
oblivious to the passage of time. All that mattered was patting and squeezing at his cock and meeting
its demands, feeling his hips buck and shake down to the bone each time, and keeping fueled with the
still unexplained box of treats beside him.
Reason didn't return to Hector until he was sitting next to an empty box with his face smeared
with white and a very large pool of slowly congealing jizz on the floor spread roughly
between him and the door.
“Oh. Oh fuck. What-”
It only took a couple of seconds for reason to crumble into panic after that. Hector got up so fast
he knocked the chairs he'd been using over, nearly fell when his dick surged on him all over again and
he half caught one of his balls between his thighs, then started stumbling awkwardly toward the door as
fast as he could. It wasn't a quick or comfortable trip, his cock was still out and he didn't dare touch it
to try and stuff it back inside the overalls, plus the overalls just felt tighter than they should. They
stretched and creaked and dug into his hips when they hadn't done that before and made sure the trip
out to his car was that much more nerve-wracking. As if rushing out into the parking lot with his dick
flopping out wasn't bad enough.
Driving home was nerve-wracking. Hector was terrified he was going to be arrested somewhere
en route, and with good reason. His driving was spotty at best when he kept cumming in the seat, and
the pedals got slippery in short order when his feet ended up bathed in the stuff. It proved downright
harrowing and that was the only thing that Hector found able to keep him in check on the way. Fear put
a damper on the horny. Though it didn't spare him from having to run to his apartment while suffering
the effects of his cock's insane over-sensitivity. Hector was panting and shaking by the time he got into
his door apparently unseen.
Maybe not entirely unseen. As he shuffled, exhausted, into his place there were voices on the
edge of hearing that seemed to be talking about him. Neighbors, he was pretty sure. But after locking
his door all Hector could do was collapse on his couch and start furiously trying to undo the straps on
the overalls. That was the easy part. Wrestling them off himself on the other hand? That took a minute
or so, and left Hector blinking in intense confusion at his body.
The scaled patches were spreading, leaving his hips and thighs looking a bit patchy, but they
were also swelling in much the same way his member kept doing. That had grown over the day as well,
Hector hardly dared touch it to explore but even half-flaccid his cock was too big to easily handle with
both hands. His nuts looked like furry cantaloupes and would twitch every few seconds right before his
dick leaked another spot of precum. All that he almost expected, as insane as that was. His hips looking
like a forty-something mother of five though? That was new, and abrupt. Everything about them was
plump and soft, and fiddling with the scaly patches sent shivers through his nerves and left his dick
stiffening up rapidly.
“Didn't... think anything more would happen. So weird. So weird...”
A rush of dizziness set in and left Hector sinking off the couch and onto the floor, then leaning
forward. That ended up with one hand on his right thigh and the other square on top of his twitching,
jerking shaft. Some part of Hector was just coherent enough to curse at himself internally for knocking
his TV over with a ferocious jet of cum at that moment but it wasn't a particularly large part. Especially
given that within moments of that, riding the umpteenth crashing orgasm of the day, Hector began to
black out.
***
The sound of knocking at his door followed the first shreds of consciousness returning. Hector
started, then came into a half dry field of spunk covering the floor in front of him, then sucked in as
deep a breath as he could as the knocking came again.
“W-Who is it?! Fuck. What, oh shit it's still spreading...”
Watching his cock stretched past his knee continue pumping steadily left Hector uncomfortably
aware of the parts of him attached to it. His legs had missing bits of fur all over now and they looked
thick. Bulky, muscle under a bit of pudge, and all of it wrapped around dense bone structure with
extremely wide hips. Enough so that standing up felt awkward. Doubly so when Hector realized his tail
was suffering some of the same problems, at least at the root. It was thicker than it should be and kept
tingling. All that put together meant his balance was shot when trying to stand up.
“Oh, man! Glad to hear your voice. I was getting worried. Been knocking for a bit. Can I come
in?”
Hector recognized his friend's voice, mentally checking whether or not this was a bowling day
in his head and being fairly sure it wasn't. Unless he'd slept through an entire day anyway.
“I.. Uh, n-not right now? I'm, th- things are fine, but-”
Wincing when the voice beyond his door interrupted only made matters worse for Hector. He
stopped short and that left his dick flopping around and slapping his thighs, and that was enough to
leave his feet drenched in cum. Bizarrely this just seemed to contribute to his cock getting harder,
steadily working to stand up straight between his legs, pointing right at the door as if it was waiting to
drench whoever was on the other side.
“Man, this is weird! Your work called me? Asked me if I'd be good with driving you in for a
bit? Offered to pay pretty well actually, and loan a company car for it. Big fuckin' SUV with all kinds
of room. They sent clothes too. Said you'd need em? I'm, like, not really following all this super well
but-”
Hector, nearly hyperventilating, stumbled hard into his own front door and interrupted his
friend's voice. From there he shakily worked the lock and opened it just enough that he could lean his
head through the gap.
“...The fuck you mean they sent- they... I'm not like... fired? I don't- Uh. Look, I need a minute.
Or ten. Or fucking thirty.”
The wolf's face on the other side of the door looked concerned, but not quite freaked out. Not
yet anyway. They also slid a fully packed paper bag through at that point.
“Maybe fifteen? Twenty at a stretch I think. That good?”
A slow, calming exhale later during which Hector struggled to keep his dick from pushing
against the door, he nodded.
“I'll do my fuckin' best. Be right out. I- uh. Th-thanks, I think?”
A smart nod followed, along with a familiar grin.
“No prob. See ya in a few.”
Swallowing hard as the door shut, Hector stumbled back on feet that felt bulbous and puffy,
then emptied the contents of the bag on his couch. Clothes indeed made up the contents. A larger set of
overalls in a similar style to the ones he'd gotten on loan from his friend, an off-white t-shirt with the
company logo on it that mostly matched the shade of his cum when it was fresh, and a set of sandals of
all things. Huge, heavily padded sandals. Ones that fit comfortably around his bloated feet. The whole
pack of things was curiously comfy and roomy really, but still fit close enough to get the job done.
Which was just bizarre in itself, but Hector felt too dazed to think as hard about it as he should.
Checking out the clothes ate about two minutes. Rinsing as much of his own cum off himself as
he could took ten considering he had another orgasm in the shower. After that getting dressed, going
back for a bath towel and wrapping it tight around his cock (and cumming straight into it) and out to
the car put him just shy of twenty. The SUV was roomy though, a huge black thing Hector crawled into
the back seat of and laid himself awkwardly over one and a half seats of. His dick was definitely still
causing problems, still jerking and twisting with the damp towel wrapped tight around it, but he hadn't
soaked through his pants yet.
Only after he got into the car did he get back to questioning why he was doing this and why the
hell his job would go out of their way to get him back in the building. His friend had a more reasonable
version of the same question.
“Man, I thought you just schlepped boxes all day. They promote you or something?”
 Hector laughed shakily at that.
“S-something, I guess. I uh, I just... have to go in today. At least today.”
The vibration of the car left Hector's dick twitching and clenching again as they drove, not
terribly far from work now.
“Well, sounds like good shit anyway. You on for bowling this weekend? Proper league starts
after summer and I wanna try to get us in as a team.”
This time the laugh was a bit of a delirious thing, something that definitely got his friend's
attention and a funny look. Or maybe that was the sheer size of Hector's lower body finally being
noticed by the wolf. It wasn't a sure thing, Hector knew his friend was on the oblivious side.
“I might need a week off man. I need to get my head on straight. Figure some things out.”
It was some small relief to hear 'no worries' as the reply to that, which was the last thing said as
they pulled up to work and Hector spilled himself out of the vehicle. Being spared driving was a huge
relief, but he still felt strange and light-headed about his whole situation. About being in front of this
building again.
“S-see you later, alright? Thanks for the ride.”
A quick wave of the wolf's huge hand followed, paired with a vapid smile.
“No problem! Being paid weirdly well for it.”
One the door was shut Hector got to walking, trying his best to maintain as he did. It wasn't
easy, not even possible really. The sandals felt comfortable enough but they made him aware of just
how thick his toes were. The overalls were absurdly roomy but he still took up most of the space in
them and the only thing keeping his cock from spraying all over was the now mostly soaked through
towel curled around it. Hector barely got it loose of the overalls as he got to the warehouse's door,
undoing one shoulder strap and twisting the whole thing to the side to manage it. A wet 'schlop' noise
followed as the towel hit the ground and Hector let his dick bounce free.
Instant relief followed. Nothing touching his dick except cool air was the closest the Shiba got
to easing the onslaught of sensitivity.
“Fuck, that's better... that- oh what the fuck.”
Earlier logos on the boxes around the warehouse had been suggestive, but today seemed to be a
special case. Hector didn't actually mean to walk closer, but two shaky steps took him up to the nearest
crate just the same. Ones that left the head of his swollen third leg bumping right up against the wood
where it displayed a long-haired huge-clawed beast with a quartet of breasts bigger than its head and an
erect shaft long enough to sandwich between them that it was visibly rubbing.
Hector couldn't stop staring. His dick couldn't stop bobbing and kissing the image with its head,
leaving globs of sticky precum on it.
“I don't even know where to- what.. am I even doing here? This is so crazy, this place doesn't
make any sense, and the things happening to me- I...”
A twinge ran through Hector, a bit like he'd struck his funny bone if that was located in the back
of his brain. Immediately after that he was left blinded, every nerve in his body howling with delight
and a wet splattering noise distantly registering in his senses.
When the sensation cleared Hector found himself not standing where he had been. He wasn't in
the overalls either. They'd been left in a pile a few feet behind him and he was padding around half
naked, dick pressed right up against another logo. This one looked like a cow sporting an irresponsibly
large number of breasts, all of which had four long teats on them.
“Wh- what was that? I... I need to uh, to move... things. Why the fuck am I just moving crates
around this place? Where IS everyone else?! WHO-”
The outburst was harsher this time. Hector's eyes rolled back as his whole body locked up, nuts
churning and clenching hard enough to pull up closer to his body and cling to each other while he
sprayed like a hose over more of the warehouse's merchandise. The Shiba was nowhere near as quick to
recover this time, needing what felt like minutes of time just to let the sparkling behind his eyes and the
thundering heartbeat in his ears clear up. The panting was going to take longer to stop, and Hector was
still light-headed.
That might have something to do with how much blood it took to keep an erection that stuck out
so far he couldn't easily reach the end of it going, Hector thought. Or tried to think. Thinking wasn't
coming easily to him, but he was calmer. That wasn't something he had control over at the moment.
The Shiba blinked slowly at where he was, squinting as he turned his head about, finding himself at the
break room door. Staring at it, as if he intended to go in and then was stopped. There was a daub of
precum on the door to boot, indicating he'd walked into it, and also some around the knob.
When he turned his head Hector was quietly stunned again. There were puddles of spunk on the
floor scattered from the doorway to the warehouse up to where he stood now. Including one forming
steadily under him as he stood there, which suggested he'd been at it for a while.
Swallowing hard, Hector began to freak out properly as he tried to move and found his legs
uncooperative. Thick, powerful, uselessly rebellious. Hector shook gently when he tried but it didn't get
him moving. Only shuffling toward the break room door worked, and that just made him not want to do
it.
“What. The fuck. What's wrong with me?! I can't- why is this- f- fuck it then! Fine!”
It was more of a frustrated bit of madness than anything that made Hector reach for the door
and fling it open. The Shiba did not intend to step in after that but one of his enlarged feet slid forward
anyway and held the door open.
The mess from the previous day was gone. No trace of it, except maybe a lingering funk but
that could just be the puddles he was leaving behind already. Instead there was just another bounty
sitting on the break room table, complete with another note. It clearly said 'For Hector' on it, folded in
half and resting atop two boxes and next to a smaller third one.
A little bit of curiosity was all it took to make him start moving, only mostly on purpose, toward
the able. What willpower Hector had he poured into going for the letter first. Plucking it up and turning
it over while his feet shuffled awkwardly under him and his dick bobbed about and kept seeming to
veer for the table and its contents.
For our favorite employee. Enjoy! No need to worry about sharing! -mgmt
“What.”
Flat disbelief. Hector couldn't wrap his head around this one. He was a loader who had never
even seen his management, let alone had a chance to court their favor.
“Favorite... out of WHO?! There's nobody else here! I'm wandering around naked and nobody-”
A quick jerk of Hector's hips saw his dick jumping to the side, bumping into the white
cardboard boxes. Instinctively he reached out to stop it, to hold the huge shaft to the side and save the
food, but touching himself set off a spurt that splattered off the wall and grabbing at the box led to
opening it. Then the next one, and the next. Yesterday there'd been a box of donuts. Today it was one of
those, several large breakfast burritos, and an entire box of expensive looking k-cups to go with what
was obviously a new coffee maker on the break room counter top.
A small part of Hector stopped to realize he had in fact forgotten to pack a lunch in his fifteen
minute morning prep time. That led to a half mad chuckle as he reached for one of the burritos, near the
size of his arm, and plucked it out of the box of three. Staring, shaking his head, trying to keep his
thoughts straight even while his dick continued to twitch and jerk. The Shiba knew something was
wrong and this was part of it, but what he was supposed to do about it was another matter. All this
changing seemed to be speeding up and getting harder to hide. Borderline impossible, even.
And the weirdness was just getting less and less subtle around the warehouse. Hector' body
move on something close to auto-pilot as he moved around the break room and tried to gather his
thoughts. He gathered the food too, getting everything over by the coffee machine, setting that on a
chair and setting himself on the floor.
“P-pretty sure I'm not dreaming. And not... crazy. I think. So that just leaves 'this is real', and-”
Hector's thought was interrupted by a face full of cheese, bacon, eggs and potatoes. Something
about the flavor, maybe just the simplicity of the need it was addressing, took the floor out from under
his increasingly maddened state of mind. Some part of him quietly asked himself just what else he was
going to do anyway – walk out and leave? Hector knew on some level he wasn't going to be able to do
that. The Shiba wasn't even sure he could get up from the floor now that he was down here. He'd let go
enough to start eating and now he was committed to it.
The fact that all the food could be handled with no utensils and just one hand wasn't lost on the
Shiba either, he suspected it was deliberate. It left him with a free hand to paw at himself with. To make
up for everything he hadn't been able to do in the shower that morning. Part of him had missed that
private, explorative period. Missed digging his fingers into the odd furless patches that always felt like
they were sore and overworked. It always felt fabulous to rub a them because of it though, and because
of the scales. It was like getting a massage and scratching an itch a the same time, and his cock was
clearly just as pleased with indulging as he was.
This time around Hector didn't entirely lose the time he spent. On some level that surprised the
Shiba since every other part of what he was doing, cumming frequently and rubbing at himself while
stuffing his face, had resulted in losing himself before. Now, though? Time felt blurry, but it was still
there. In fact there might be more of it than he was comfortable with or expecting. A particularly well-
placed digging of his thumb into the arch of his foot sparked a three-second orgasm while Hector bit
into and sucked the filling out of the first of the donuts. Almost seeming to fuel the puddle he was
making at his feet with it. In front of his feet, even. As the Shiba's legs curled a bit during the outburst
he found his feet able to curl over the head of his member and squeeze it. Hold it. Knead at it.
It was in that half delirious state that it finally, properly occurred to Hector that the scaly patches
on his cock and the ones forming on his feet and legs had just about the same pinkish complexion to
them. There were parts of them that had started to overlap, even. Most of his cock was coated in the
stuff now, and the root of it had more than anywhere else. His inner thighs were starting to blur those
boundaries here and there. And yet looking at that just left him finding the patchy state of his fur
annoying more than leaving him properly wondering at the state of his body. Which just motivated him
to rub everything down that much more vigorously.
At some point Hector ran out of food and coffee, but he wasn't going to pass out or stop
grinding against himself this time. This time he just took advantage of having both hands free, leaning
in and planting them against the bulk of his shaft while his feet cupped the head of it. There was a
growing sprawl of precum on the floor in front of him but he hadn't really climaxed yet. Something
Hector started working to fix in earnest. It took the efforts of all four of his limbs to make it work
though, tugging on all that bulky swollen flesh and kneading it while he bucked his hips against the
slippery tile floor.
The more grunting, sweaty effort Hector put into it the more fur came loose. It did so in patches,
peeling a bit like an old sunburn, feeling weirdly pleasant as it did so and leaving more scales behind
underneath. The leavings just joined the pool of his own juices and were slowly, steadily drowned in it.
All of it tingled and throbbed, all of it felt inexplicably pleasurable, but he never quite got past the
edge. Every time he got close he'd have to stop to breathe and let his limbs rest. The third time that
happened, looking at a good third of the break room floor covered by his still stretching member,
something broke in the Shiba.
“Come on! Just.. fuck! Let me cum for real! This is insane already without being stuck edging
for- f... f~”
A stirring started inside Hector's shaft almost as soon as he spoke. One that built quickly,
blooms of hot, tingling delight under his skin that spread first into the cumbersome nuts currently
cradled up against his thighs and knees. They twitched, clenched, and churned inside. They tightened
and released, and maybe got just a bit bigger as they did. Swelling into a rounder and more taut shape
than before while that overflow of bliss moved into his cock proper. Hector gasped and lost what little
composure he had left at that moment. His whole body locked up, then went limp as he fired a thick
rope of sticky cum hard enough to knock a chair over on the other side of the room. Then another,
knocking the table away. And a third that put a dent in the drywall.
Aftershocks came after that for a while. A sprawl of time that Hector couldn't entirely track, that
he finally lost his grip on entirely. Time he spent limply pawing at himself as he smeared his own spunk
all along his shaft and his legs alike. His tail was busy behind him as well, wagging itself into a frenzy
and then sweating and slowing down from sheer exhaustion. The Shiba seemed to be on some kind of
auto-pilot through this. Glazed-eyes and panting so hard his tongue was hanging out, Hector felt
himself come close to blacking out again.
Close, but not quite there. He slumped back against the cupboards behind him and prepared to
let himself drift, only to find himself standing up. Something he didn't think he was even capable of at
the moment. Hector's legs were throbbing, as were his feet. Not exactly painfully, there was some
discomfort to it but it was the post-massage sort, but it was such an overwhelming feeling he couldn't
think about anything else. While his dick was draped out before him half-erect and pulsing in time with
his heartbeat so too were his legs, his ass, his nuts, and even his tail. Hector swallowed hard in sheer
befuddlement as he watched his splotchy-furred pink-scaled legs swell past the pudgy gut he was
growing into steady themselves.
Trying to tell his legs to sit back down was almost an afterthought, and one that didn't do any
good. Hector's desires didn't seem to get through and his legs had their own plans, walking him shakily
toward the break room door and out onto the loading floor again. The Shiba shook quietly through this,
riding along as his body ambled clumsily and lazily, giant nuts swaying gently, up to one of the many
stacks of crates and stood before it. Nothing really followed that, just some awkward loitering while his
cock got steadily harder as he looked at the things. Hector couldn't reach them to lift properly with his
dick in the way so trying to work was out of the question, but what else he was supposed to do apart
from stare he didn't know.
So he stared. Which, it turned out, had something to it. The figures on the boxes didn't have
quite so many tits last time he looked, or at least Hector was pretty sure they didn't. Also that they
weren't using the eight gigantic things to tit fuck themselves. The Shiba couldn't stop looking at it, and
his dick couldn't stop bobbing about and tapping the side of the crate while Hector shuffled awkwardly
where he stood. He felt curiously helpless and indecisive about the whole thing, but more than that he
just felt exhausted. Too much confusion, too much food, too much unintended pleasure. Hector raised
his spunk-covered hands to his face while his feet rubbed idly at the puddle forming below him, letting
out a primal, guttural noise that was part moan and part scream.
Curiously, he managed to make himself do something during that outburst. Even if all that
'something' amounted to was to sink down and sit in a puddle of his own precum. Hector found he'd
ended up relatively near his shed clothing from earlier and rolled himself over to grab it, pulling it close
enough to use as a makeshift pillow before burying his face in it.
It did a decent job of muffling him when he screamed 'WHAT KIND OF HORNY
NIGHTMARE IS THIS?!', but nobody was listening anyway. Nobody obvious, at least.
Sleep was not what followed, not even with the exhaustion he was suffering. Sleep was a
natural thing, a restful period of healing. Hector felt something steal his consciousness outright, almost
like he'd been drugged, which he couldn't actually rule out what with the suspicious piles of food that
had been left laying around for him. Whatever the reason for it though, Hector's world went black on
him. His eyes closed with the warehouse full of his own musky stink surrounding him, then they
opened to his own living room.
Not quickly, not happily either, but they opened. It certainly felt like waking up from being
drugged, but for a moment Hector had to consider if he'd actually been dreaming. If he'd just overslept,
missed work, maybe he'd come down with something and that was why he felt so sore and raw all over.
Hector almost hoped he was sick, it would explain so much without needing any craziness involved.
The Shiba pushed himself up from the seats of his couch where he was lying, then froze up and
swallowed hard.
 One look at himself dispelled all that hope he'd started gathering like kindling. His legs were
bare of fur, and they were far too large. It was an absurdly abrupt shift at his waistline from silky fur to
pink, scaled flesh and from a normal (if pudgy) body shape to something monstrous and overly large.
All of it hurt. Every inch of his hips, which sprawled out to twice the width of his torso and somehow
looked lewd even when they were just wriggling about where he lay. All the sprawling, bulky length of
his legs right down to the clawed feet hat were half the size of his torso. His tail was halfway through
the changes still, the scaled bulk chasing the last of the fur on it ever closer to the end and stretching the
limb out into a heavier, bulkier thing in the process. Hector tried to shuffle back in a startled panic for
that first moment, but how was he supposed to scramble away from his own body?
Half of it didn't even react to the impulse very well. Everything from the waist down seemed to
treat the surge of emotion as more of a suggestion. Getting to his feet was an ac t of careful
concentration, working one limb at a time and finding that a sluggish process at best. His center of
balance was all wrong, mostly because his junk had gotten larger alongside the rest of his lower body.
Hector's cock was rock hard, drizzling steadily, bobbing up and down and feeling like it would
go off with the first touch. Or even without that. Managing to work his way through stepping away
from his couch on his bizarrely altered body set the two beach ball sized nuts held up close to the root
of his shaft in a tighter sack than he'd had before bouncing about wildly and that was all it took to fire a
splattering, powerful jet of cum into his wall.
It should have been enough to make him fall over. Hector half blacked out again from it and
was left shaking and panting where he stood, or rather half of him was. The Shiba came out of the
moment still on his feet and with he distinct impression his feet had handled that task without him.
A hard swallow later Hector tried to gather up enough of himself to think straight.
“I.. I can't just keep riding this out. I have to do.. something? Right?! Right. Like.. like go
outside, right?”
Shaking more from moment to moment, Hector turned to look at his front door. He could turn at
the waist at least, nothing fought him on that. Not directly anyway. When his feet started wandering
toward his kitchen with his dick bobbing about almost like it was scenting the air he was dragged out of
being able to turn that far.
“No! B-back to the door! I go outside, someone notices, we get help! Right? Someone will call
an ambulance or a cop or something, and... oh fuck me.”
Hector's kitchen table was empty, apart from a folded card on top that read 'For Hector' in the
same type as the notes from the break room. This Shiba curled his arms around his chest as his feet
walked him up to it, refusing to reach out. This didn't stop his dick from bobbing about and knocking
the card over though. A bit of plastic clattered to the table alongside it, a credit card from the look of
things.
No amount of shaking his head and begging the universe to stop toying with him did any good.
Morbid curiosity was all Hector had left to work with now, and that demanded he see what was left for
him. A delirious laugh crawled out of his throat as he turned the card over. 'This should take care of
expenses while you enjoy your paid time off! Don't worry about those loans, those are taken care of,
just enjoy the recuperation period.'
“A.. A corporate credit card. From... from a fake company that I can't even be sure does
anything? And my... I don't GET THIS!”
Somewhere between confusion and exhaustion Hector had stumbled into anger. The Shiba
hurled the card from work away, but kept the credit card in his hand. A wild act that left his cock
swaying around and his nuts drifting side to side. That alone was getting to him, arousing him bit by
bit, but after the first three drifts of his balls something shifted inside him. A tension that took root in
his cock, left it bobbing up and holding itself there, arching almost painfully. Hector saw the head of it
pointed right at his face, almost like it was staring him down for a couple of seconds, before it relaxed
abruptly and bathed the whole floor of his kitchen in thick spunk. Just about painting it all white,
leaving Hector wracked by the orgasm. Shaking and moaning, arms curled tightly around himself.
By the time that passed Hector didn't have the energy left to be so angry anymore. He just let
himself sag, at least from the waist up, and focused on breathing. It caught him off-guard when he
sniffled too, though. When a swell of something painful built in his throat and left him hunched over
and letting himself be overwhelmed finally.
The only thing that interrupted the breakdown was a scratching sound Hector felt in his feet,
and something cold bumping into the head of his dick. His front door. The Shiba blinked at it slowly,
then looked downward, then behind him as he felt his tail started to sway wildly behind him. It was the
same weird animal brained kind of thing that always left his tail wagging when that happened, but for
reasons he wasn't able to properly track to their source. Hesitantly, Hector reached for the door and
opened it.
Then he stepped outside. Pleasant weather, sunshine, fresh air instead of the pervasive funk of
spent seed everywhere, and other people. Half of whom immediately began staring.
“..Hah. Here.. here goes. Just a matter of time.”
There wasn't really any aim to things once outside. Hector just walked, one foot in front of the
other, heading for the sidewalk and feeling bizarrely more nude for having a shirt on and nothing else
in the process. His gait was strange to him as well, the way his feet shuffled and lurched forward with
huge strides and his cock head bobbing along ahead of him and slowly drooling a bit at a time.
Wandering like this was... fine? It got him seen, which was the point. A couple ahead of him stared
intently, both of them stopping and stepping aside to let him pass, one of them taking out their phone
and snapping a few pictures. Hopefully they called someone on him as well.
Hector didn't hear any such thing happen, though. Instead he just kept finding more onlookers,
more gawkers. More people taking advantage of the chance to watch this Shiba with a strange scaled
under-half and a cock the length of his legs that was just bobbling around and swinging the massive
orbs at its base along for the ride. Hector couldn't make sense of that, though the list of things about
this that made sense was vanishingly small. Instead of some kind of help being forced he was just being
ogled.
The Shiba didn't expect to be blushing so hard about that.
“I, this... this is so weird.”
When he turned the corner at the end of his street the matter escalated a bit. A small local
market was there, full of people out shopping at small tables with local folk sitting behind them. People
selling things they'd made, things they'd grown, all that sort of thing. It wasn't as crowded as it could be
but it was enough, it was a crowd. One that he immediately got the attention of when his cock bobbed
left, then right, then started leading while his feet crossed the street to it.
“That's too much, that- there'll be no way to- to... shit.”
Hector put a little hustle into the last few steps, bounding up over the curb and under the giant
tent the market was beneath. He couldn't avoid people in this kind of concentration, the first couple
steps he took afterward both led to bumping into someone. Luckily it was with his hips and tail and
Hector didn't just violently cum on anyone. Not yet anyway. The Shiba started busily apologizing, only
for a bemused but grinning young man of a raccoon to walk straight up to him and put his hands
directly on the head of Hector's cock.
Sure enough that set off an instant jerk and spurt, one that almost hit the young man and did hit
the shoes of a tank top wearing bear behind him.
“Dude! Not cool, I just- whoah..”
Hector's arms were curled tight around his chest, his blush had gotten to the point where he felt
light-headed, and he couldn't make himself take a step backward.
“I know, right? This thing is crazy. What is this even? Like... a condition you have or-”
Shaking his head quickly, Hector forced himself not to freak out as the bear joined in just a little
too close as well.
“Fuckin' hell man. The heck you feed that thing?”
 That comment got Hector to a more comfortable place, rolling his eyes. The Shiba let out a
breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
“It just happened. I can't, I mean, it isn't-”
Flashes from cameras went off in a few places and got Hector right back to tightening up.
“I... I need some space, alright?”
The bear and raccoon seemed to simultaneously realize they'd just run up and touched
someone's junk in public without asking, which led to a great deal of sudden and awkward apologizing
as Hector was bequeathed the space he asked for. A lucky thing seeing as that contact, brief as it was,
was still setting off jolting little shots of cum. Hector didn't quite manage to make himself step over the
puddle either as he passed it, leaving sticky footprints behind as he walked further into the mass of
people instead of retreating like he wanted.
Or thought he wanted? Hector was having a hard time keeping his head on straight. All the
comments, half-whispered or not, he kept hearing were making him tingle all through his lower body.
They made him itch, made him want to reach out and stroke himself, but that would be far too much for
public. Right? Even if people were quietly seeming to offer, or at least suggest, things.
Not everyone was taking it well, but Hector had noticed everyone who seemed to have a
problem with it was keeping quiet and minding their business. Giving him space. Something he was
frankly grateful for. The Shiba did his best to unclench over the next couple of moments only to lose
most of his progress there when someone specifically addressed him from behind.
“Oh man have I ever got like, the perfect thing for you man! You look super tense! And those
scales look dry, too. Here!”
Turning around was awkward, mostly because Hector didn't mean to do it so quickly and he
definitely didn't intend to club whoever had talked to him in the skull with his cock as if he were
swinging a baseball bat. The individual was a ferret, and being as lanky as he was the dick slap
knocked him clean over, but it didn't seem to bother the forty-something tie-dyed mustelid. The guy
shot right back up with a mason jar in his hand, something inside of it that was mostly white but had
just a hint of pale green to it. Something he had a big smear of on his hand, which he promptly slapped
the side of Hector's member with.
Eyes wide, Hector shuddered and groaned as he fired a heavy rope of cum right over the ferret's
shoulder and onto the sidewalk behind him. Some of it spattered into the road as well, and the
aftershocks kept coming every few seconds beyond that. Especially when the ferret with the goo, the
cool feeling pungent cream of whatever the heck it was, started rubbing about to work in his product.
“H-hey, the- the fuck are... rre.... you – nnngh!”
 Hips bucking against his will, Hector tightened his grip on his chest-hug and shut his eyes while
people around him shamelessly filmed. The ferret just kept at it, slathering on more of his 'herbal lotion'
and working Hector into a state of blind, non-functional pleasure right in front of his audience.
“Showing off the goods, same as you. Skin like that? Gotta keep it moisturized my man! Plus,
you need to like.. blow off steam. Even your dick is tense. Tell you what. Take this with ya, come back
if ya want more. Cash though, no plastic, got it?”
Having the jar shoved into his arms left Hector unsure of what to do. Part of this felt totally
wrong what with the ferret just manhandling him like that, but every inch of skin he'd had rubbed down
felt so much better than usual. No itching, no tightness, just a nice cool tingling and a sense of light
headedness setting in that might or might not be related. Hector eventually just swallowed hard and
nodded.
“I, uh, th-thanks. You sure this is okay being free..?”
The older ferret laughed, then nodded back.
“Sure am. Big thing like that? You'll need buckets! Best way to advertise is to let folks try the
stuff though, so ya know, you know where ta find me! Go use the rest of it man.”
For some reason Hector found that idea a lot more palatable than he would've figured. Going
and finding some place to sit down and tend to himself sounded great. It ought to definitely finally
make someone report him. With that in mind he started walking again. Not that he wholly knew where
he was going or was directly guiding his own steps, but he moved. His legs were going places, and
Hector had the impression they were going in the right general direction. Following the smell of fresh
air and grass and trees. Following to the park just past the flea market.
It wasn't a bad place, that. A river ran through the town's center and the park was nestled on
both sides of it between the two largest bridges over said river. It had piers, vendors, monuments,
historical information on plaques, an frequently hosted festivals, weddings, and fireworks displays.
Today, though? Today it had benches overlooking the water, big comfortable ones. Ones Hector could
probably fit his big scaled ass on, at least with some work and some careful balance, and then dip back
into that mason jar.
Hector wasn't surprised really when he came at the first touch again, though he did curse as he
almost dropped the jar. Almost. The cool, tingling cream really did feel like lotion and not much else,
not apart from the feelings sinking into his skin anyway. Rubbing his fingers over the little scales felt
like playing an instrument, doing something beautiful, and bringing out joy in the process. It was kind
of literally that, even. Just a really sticky, gooey sort of it. Hector almost forgot about being out in the
open and having an audience. Almost.
 The thing that made him stay aware of it was the moment he realized the audience somehow
wasn't dampening his libido at all, not that he had a whole lot of control over said libido. Instead Hector
was having a hard time not being horny. And not just the curious, involuntary horny he'd been for
weeks now. Hector felt those eyes on him and some little piece of him wasn't so much embarrassed as it
was excited. When the Shiba started to rub down toward the two huge orbs resting in his lap he didn't
hesitate so much. Those nuts in return made the whole of him clench up and fire another hose of spunk
into the river. Hector slipped into a long, moaning shiver while his nerves recuperated enough to keep
rubbing himself down.
Not every touch set off an orgasm, just most of them. Hector got a bit of a breather when he
worked his way to his hips and thighs instead of massaging his cock, and his feet felt like they needed
it worse than anything, but at no point during the rub downs was he not within a hair of a crashing
orgasm. The Shiba felt exhausted by the time he was done, totally unsure of what time it was given that
he'd forgotten his phone, with only the sun to go on. That put things at about mid-day.
“This isn't happening, is it?”
Nobody was there to listen, apart from his dick anyway. While onlookers were plentiful only so
many people have the balls to walk up to the sort of thing Hector found himself as.
“It's just... it's the same thing, I bet. I don't feel like... 'normal', but-”
Hector shook his head and looked up to the sky. Clear blue, cloud white, maybe a hint that it'll
rain later in the grayer clouds on the horizon. Everything around him was as peaceful as he could ask
for. Mostly.
-ckin' love to just ride that around town all day.
-wrap my whole head around it and-
Hector was right back to bright, wide eyes and vicious blushing.
***
Things were a unique species of strange after that day. Hector found himself making a habit of
going out more often than not, but for a wide range of reasons. The first day it had been the market, the
second day was that again because he needed to buy more of that cream and stockpile the stuff, but
after that? The Shiba had been hitting up restaurants (albeit mostly outdoor seating), going on long
walks, getting groceries – all with eyes constantly on him from all sides. Today had been a movie,
something a little bit scarier in a way. It was one thing walking around a quick trip through the store or
being outside, but catching a film meant sitting in the same spot for ninety minutes. That meant a
puddle.
Hector had tried to cover the head of his dick in a towel and offset the whole leaking problem
but it hadn't worked out. His dick kept twitching and leaning and bucking it off. After the second time it
hit the floor with a dull splat the Shiba stopped trying. Luckily the theater wasn't that packed, he had
room. Room to get his broad ass as comfortable as he could and to lean properly so his dick wasn't in
his own way. It certainly tried to be, always angling a bit weirdly and jerking to the side. That and the
handful of times someone's camera flashed in the dark made the experience a bit less great than they
could have been. They made sure Hector was mumbling something about 'waiting until video' by the
time it was over.
Not that anything he was dealing with had become normal per se. It was his new normal, sure,
but Hector was still shivering and tingling every time he found someone ogling him or taking pictures
or video. Which was frequently. It still made him just a bit harder than he had been before and was
developing a notable habit of making him need to stop and jerk off to be able to concentrate on literally
anything again once it began. He didn't really think too hard about exposing himself so much as just
about what kind of exposure it would be that day.
His phone startled him more than the orgasms did anymore. Including when it went off in the
movie theater's parking lot. A text came through just as he was wondering if he could walk through the
burger joint's drive-thru like this.
MS: Hey! Been missing you at bowling. You up for it tomorrow?
HS: Uh, I- you know what, fuck it. Sure? Gonna need a ride though. Something roomy.
MS: Why, you getting fat for next winter already or something? You aren't a bear :P
MS: I'm kinda dragging Wolf out for this too but it'll be fine. I'll grab you at three.
HS: Sure. See you then.
“Huh, bowling... Forgot about that real quick. Stress will do that, I guess..? I wonder if these
legs and this ass will throw my game off? Gonna find out I guess. Maybe I should pay for food or
something after Marshall gets me there. Like, I'm definitely going to mess up his seat cushions at this
rate. Short of tying a garbage bag around my cock the whole time anyway.”
The latter statement set his dick to shuddering, leaving Marshall wondering if he'd actually
gotten turned on by the thought. It didn't seem like it, but he had a hard time being sure anymore. So
many things turned him on now, and kept him that way. Hector shook his head, trying to clear it, and
took a slow breath as he waddled up into the drive-thru and waited by the call box.
“Hopefully this weirdly accepting state of things applies to friends and not just strangers trying
to grab my cock on the street. Also hopefuly the grabby part isn't worse with friends, I guess. Maybe.”
The thought lingered in the back of Hector's mind as he picked up dinner, even as he started
meandering while eating it. The Shiba wasn't really thinking about where he was going, he just went.
Which inevitably led him back toward home roughly when the sun was going down. It always did. The
Shiba had determined a few days in that part of his problem had just been trying too hard. He could aim
himself a lot more easily than he could actively control himself. And he could finish that thought while
nibbling.
“...Or maybe not. I mean... I mean, how bad could that be, really?”
Swallowing hard, Hector let out a breathy chuckle and felt himself blushing violently as he
climbed the steps toward his door. The way his cock and swaying nuts felt he knew what he'd be doing
for the rest of the evening.
***
A horn honked from outside of Hector's place right on schedule for Marshall showing up. The
sable was waiting out front in a truck, an older model but a pretty big vehicle at least. Something
Hector knew he could get into the back seats of it nothing else. He did so without any comment, just
waving to the ebon-furred sable on the way and paying attention to how Marshall reacted. The staring
was gratifying somehow, it made him feel kind of proud in a weird way as he backed into the seats and
dragged his cock in along with him.
“Holy shit man, where did that come from?”
Nervously chuckling, Hector held the door open as he felt a little surge of pressure coming on.
The only warning he regularly got for an oncoming orgasm. A few thick ropes of cum shot loose and
hit the sidewalk outside. Hector opened the day bag he'd bought himself, dug past the cream jar he kept
inside, and got to the hand towel to wipe his head dry. Or close to it, as it kept dribbling incessantly.
“Work, maybe. I think. It uh, it's not important. Where's Wolf?”
Once the door was shut Marshall started driving, though the sable did lower the windows to get
a bit more air flow going. Possibly because of all the steadily increasing musky funk hanging around
Hector at the moment. The Shiba didn't mind and couldn't blame him.
“Meeting us there. Work, though? Like a fuckin' benefit or something? I mean, I don't want to
make things weird, but like...”
Hector snorted over that one.
“Man, they've been weird for months. Not any fault of yours, though. Just kind of my life now
apparently. So ask away, but I have less answers than you'd think.”
Another look back followed. Marshall may have let it linger just a bit too long, in fact. Enough
that Hector pointed his eyes back at the road.
“Sorry! Shit. Just- fucking.. Man. Can I touch that? I- later, I mean. How the heck did that
happen at your work? Was it a spill in something they were shipping or some shit?”
 Hector shook his head.
“If it was I don't know, though it's not like they'd tell me, and they have been suspiciously
generous lately. Haven't asked me to sign anything, though? I figure if they were trying to buy me off
that'd be step one... but it did seem to happen at work.”
For a couple of minutes that seemed to satisfy the marten, at least until they reached the
bowling alley's parking lot. Then the dark furred friend found his next question after all.
“...They hiring?”
Hector snorted, then did so again until it bubbled and warped into laughter.
“Fucking... noooo idea man. Go drop an application off if you want to spend four hours a day
stroking yourself and trying to clean up afterward. Minimum. Seriously.”
No direct answer came from that, but Hector could tell his friend was thinking it over. Were it
two weeks ago he'd have panicked and tried to talk him out of it. Now? Now Hector just wondered if
he was going to have a problem with being told to get in bowling shoes or not. That wasn't a thing he
knew if he had a solution for. Luckily once he was inside it was all stares and no stopping, no
comments from people brave enough to actually approach him, just a quick shuffling walk over to their
usual table. One already occupied by their third.
“Hey! Sorry about missing a couple weeks. Just, uh, I've been kinda...”
The wolf's head twisted a bit too fast, making him look nervous. Which he was. His normally
bulky frame looked smaller than it should and he was hunched over, arms between his legs. Hector
recognized the expression as one he'd been wearing an awful lot himself not too long ago. Something
terrified but utterly clueless about what to do.
“I-it's okay, I've been uhm.. the last two weeks were... not good for me too. I- fuck what
happened there?”
The wolf stood abruptly as he saw Hector, then immediately reacted as if he hadn't meant to do
that. With a very obvious reason. In his ill-fitting clothing everything looked a bit too big for his frame
anymore, shirt a bit too loose and pants hanging off him, except at the crotch. There was a huge
rounded bulge there. Not a curled shaft and twin orbs though, the fat lips and moist cleft of a barely
contained cunt the size of his head. One that had already stained the front of the wolf's jeans and was
quivering gently even as Hector watched.
“...Niles, dude, same fuckin question.”
For a moment Niles ended up looking away, blushing hard enough he looked like he was about
to pass out from a lack of blood to crucial organs. It didn't last though, those eyes wandered right back
to Hector's lower body. Not that Hector wasn't used to that, but he was a bit concerned about the wolf.
Taking a step forward and reaching out were just part of that, or at least that's what Hector told himself
before his dick dropped down to roughly level with that obscene bulge in the wolf's pants. It hadn't
gone limp, hadn't stopped leaking, but that step walked him right up into the wolf's crotch and set Niles
shuddering and stepping back with his hands going down to cover himself.
“F-fuck. Uh, I, can't... I don't want to talk about it just yet? I can't explain it anyway, man. I just,
I just wanna bowl.”
A swell of empathy left Hector feeling a bit bad, and then spending a couple seconds fighting
with his body to make it back off a step as the swaying on his huge raptor-like feet kept trying to drift
closer.
“I uh, y- yeah. I haven't got answers either, or like... proper control. So apologies if my game's
completely shot. Hopefully I can make these things work right on the approach...”
A quick snap of pressure startled Hector after that. Marshall's hand on his thigh as the sable
walked past him was enough to spark a clench in those two enormous balls hanging off Hector's body.
Enough to squirt a thick glob of precum right onto Niles' pants.
“Dude!”
The Shiba's hand went straight up to his face while Marshall backed off and held his hands up.
“Fuck, sorry! Uh. This is gonna be awkward for a bit, I guess?”
Niles backed up to the table, sitting down and taking a bundle of napkins to try and wipe clear
as much of the slick goo as he could, then reaching into his pants with the next couple and getting
everything tied up in a plastic bag as the smell visibly started to get to him and leave the wolf looking
distracted and having a hard time not panting. Hector couldn't quite convince his legs to sit down so he
just settled for standing near the table.
“You might as well go first, Marshall. We need a sec.”
The sable nodded, getting his ball out of its bag and readying for the first throw of the night,
then pausing and turning back to the table.
“...Hey if we do alright and we actually compete am I going to have to get like... big tits or
something so we have a proper theme?”
Hector was a bit sluggish on his reaction to that. Luckily Niles spared him the need with a
plastic bag full of paper towels and bodily fluids hitting the sable directly in the face and slowly,
stickily, dripping its way downward.
A wet plap as the bag hit the floor followed, Marshall wiping at his matted and sticky fur lazily
after. It was Niles that laughed first, then Hector, and finally Marshall when he felt like the tension had
broken for real. The Shiba was the first one to recover enough to speak though.
 “Fuckin do it if you want, I guess. Gonna cost you like three years' pay to get them big enough
for this team though man.”
***
The door shut behind Hector and the Shiba caught himself smiling. After a bit of an anxious
start everything had fallen into place, it had felt pretty much exactly like it used to. Up to a point,
anyway. It took a game and a half for Hector to get used to bowling with his much-altered stance and
just getting his approach to work properly with his unpredictable and uncooperative nerves. Niles had
taken about that long to really, fully relax again around Hector and Marshall, but it had happened. The
wolf's jokes were a little different in tone now, a bit less dude bro and a little more self deprecation, but
that felt like something to be expected. It had been a good experience though. Wholesome. Not exactly
'normal', but-
“Not normal, but new normal? I could enjoy that being a new normal. I- uh. What'cha doing
down there? Come on, not- no. No.”
Hector squinted down, looking at his lower body and grunting as he concentrated. His feet were
shuffling about awkwardly and his attempts to get them to stop and just go sit down were not coming to
anything. Instead, they took a slow but deliberate step toward the door he'd just entered.
“The fuck? Quit it! Listen to, what... the-”
No amount of fighting seemed to be doing anything. Hector shut his eyes, concentrated,
grunted, even reached down and smacked at his thighs and nothing came of it. Nothing but a quick jolt
of pleasure and a glob of pre cum hitting the door anyway. Seeing his left leg reach up and work the
doorknob with his toes was more than the Shiba was ready for though. His feet took him right back
outdoors, just in time to see Marshall driving away, before standing in the cooling evening air and
flexing his toes a few times.
“Come on, I was just getting the hang of this... What-”
After that brief pause Hector found himself moving again. The simplest thing, one foot in front
of the other, heading away from home. Spontaneous walkies weren't unheard of but Hector hadn't
encountered something happening so late before, or being so belligerently insistent about happening
right that second. They also hadn't started running at any point in the past.
Once that began Hector lost his grip on trying to regain control. Primarily because running
caused a whole lot of jostling around of his dick and the two over-swollen nuts held up tightly under it.
They bounced and sloshed about energetically, almost painfully, with every few steps causing a serious
flare in over-stimulated bliss that left Hector moaning and shivering. Half of him, anyway. While the
Shiba was reminding himself to keep breathing as his cock played his nerves like a violin his legs just
kept running as if he wasn't spraying cum wildly over the sidewalk.
How long Hector was at that he wasn't sure of. There were hints, he felt a bit winded and achey
and the sky was properly into dusk now instead of just evening, but he also had the impression he'd
been moving very quickly with the lever-stanced running and long stride. Breathing hard just came
naturally from that, and also from all the orgasming en route. Where he was, though? That he wasn't
sure of. Not in the specifics. In a broad sense it was an easy answer, he was in front of a small one floor
house. Right in front of the door in fact.
“Wh- what- where- hey!”
Hector managed to notice the head of his cock looming right up to the doorbell before it
touched the little round button, but not in time to stop himself from pressing it with the flexing and
drooling head of his shaft. One quick 'ding' sound later there was nothing to do but wait.
It wasn't the most surprising thing to see Niles opening the door in a bath robe, but that didn't
mean Hector had any idea what to say when it happened.
“...Hector? Dude, did you.. walk here? Why didn't you call? Also what the heck brought you
over here in the first place? I- hey!”
It was part step and part lunge. Hector crossed the threshold and the head of his incessantly
leaky dick bumped the wolf right between the legs. Niles backpedaled at that, hands over his crotch,
not managing to really hide much of anything in the process. The somewhat diminished wolf looked
more vulnerable than Hector ever remembered, and that wasn't just because of how hard he was
blushing. While he did retreat he also made room for Hector to enter, and didn't try to stop him from
doing so. Hector tried to stop himself, but that didn't work so well.
“Sorry! It's just.. I swear I'm trying to back off man, not-”
A shudder hard enough to interrupt his sentence and leave Hector breathing hard rocked the
Shiba. His legs carried him forward again, drifting toward Niles even as the wolf backed toward the
couch. Not running away, not even really doing a good job of backing off, but he was giving Hector
somewhere to follow to. The Shiba did so, involuntarily. Right up to walking dick-first into Niles' lap
when reaching the well-worn cushions.
“Not planning to wear me like a hood ornament?”
While Niles swallowed visibly he was also staring right at Hector's flexing, flaring shaft.
Leaning closer, sniffing the musk rolling off of it, eyes dilating a bit as he did so.
“...Wh-why not, exactly?”
Hector had no clue how to respond to that. Particularly not when Niles, still looking deeply
nervous, pulled that bath robe open and left Hector with a clear view of what had happened to the wolf.
It wasn't just the big head-sized mound between his legs, though seeing those massive flexing lips and
the peach sized bean nestled atop them caused Hector to spurt right on the spot. The smell was part of it
too, the heady funk that flooded Hector's senses and ensured the Shiba started dripping like a faucet.
Niles was thinner than he had been too, missing a fair bit of muscle mass, maybe some height to boot,
and with significantly broader hips than he'd had in the past.
As soon as he saw those thick flaps winking at him Hector's body lunged in.
“Ohfuck, f- nnngh! Fuck! N-Niles, what- why did-”
No answer came from the wolf. Not an intelligible one anyway. Niles gurgled out a rough,
ragged moan and pulled himself up against Hector. The Shiba watched and felt Niles sliding onto him,
engulfing the head of his leg-sized cock and then sinking lower as the wolf's cavernous cunt stretched
and clung right up until Niles ran out of room in his body. At that point the wolf shakily curled his legs
around Hector and wrapped his arms around the Shiba's shoulders.
“J-jus... hngh- just do it, please!”
Encouragement really wasn't needed, but it didn't hurt to have. Hector stepped back from the
couch and carried Niles with him, tucking his arms under the wolf's somewhat rounder ass and holding
him steady as Hector's body started bucking up and down. That, like everything for the last while, was
beyond Hector's control. So was the walking, or bouncing rather. Hector's raptor-like legs lunged up
and slammed down with each step, each time causing the Shiba to jiggle a little and Niles to bounce up
six inches and crash back down into Hector's arms. The wolf immediately sank into delirious grunting
and traces of howling. Hector sank into shuddering, crashing orgasms as his whole body drank up the
flood of pleasure that moment caused. He wasn't bottoming out but it might be the closest he could get,
and what parts of the wolf weren't being worn as a cock sleeve just helped him know where to start
rubbing.
Hector had to fight through two minutes or so of blinding delight, feeling Niles' body clench
against him and soak him through from nerve to bone. The Shiba had been cumming at the drop of a
hat for weeks now and that deep, flexing cunt Niles had grown set him off in no time. Niles put one
hand down to his belly and gasped, eyes wide, legs tightening as splurge of cum overflowed out from
inside him and ran down Hector's shaft. Coating its underside, drizzling down from his huge, clenching
balls. Niles' grip tightened after that, in every way.
The wolf buried his face against Hector's chest, nuzzling against the Shiba's fur where it was
still there to do so. It gave the Shiba something to react to, something to do that came from him instead
of from his bizarrely altered cock. Hector curled his arms around to match, helping Niles stay close
while he remained mounted. Exchanging hot, shuddering breaths against each other's skin and fur.
Exchanging fluid, too. This time when Hector climaxed inside the wolf Niles didn't lose most of it right
back out of himself. The wolf's belly bloated visibly instead, leaving him biting his lip and looking
drunk on the delight of it. Niles half whimpered, half moaned, clinging to Hector's fur and starting to
buck as best he still could against the Shiba's tireless cock.
More tireless than Hector himself, that was certain. The Shiba was sweating and overwhelmed,
it wasn't that he had been going at this for terribly long but having so many orgasms in such quick
succession was not a thing he could handle easily. His hands were shaking and having Niles there to
hang onto was doing him almost as much good as it was the wolf. It made this more comfortable.
Someone he knew, someone he trusted, someone maybe even going through the same kind of thing was
there to endure this with him. Close enough to the same anyway.
Neither of them were really paying attention as Hector walked while bouncing the wolf up and
down on him. Them entering the bedroom was entirely outside their thoughts, right up until Niles
found himself laid down inside it. Lowered to his back, thrust up into with enough force to make the
wolf's nerves go slack from the sheer extremity (and Hector's too), before pulling back just to the head.
Given a bit of room to move that deep reservoir of spunk inside of Niles spilled out into a dense
puddle of white on the carpet. The wolf reached up again after that, or tried to. Moving his arms was
proving hard with how much he'd had that thick pussy pounded. All his muscles felt limp and shaky.
There was enough for him to manage to clutch at his belly again, then grin lewdly as Hector thrust into
it deep enough to see his cock's head deform the wolf's belly a little on the way in.
“F-fuuuck... N-Niles, this- y- can you get-”
No clear answer came from Niles, if he even heard the implied question. The wolf just tried his
best to clench again, to hold onto the steady building dollops of precum being left behind in him and to
be prepared for the next proper orgasm from the Shiba. More prepared than Hector was, at least. The
idea of actually impregnating his friend had finally shaken Hector a little and left him trying to think
himself through pulling out.
It didn't work. His body failed to answer in any way other than to keep up its rhythmic
thrusting, slapping against Niles hips and making wet sucking noises when pulling back. Damp
clapping sounds as well, each time Hector's oversized balls hit the edge of the cum-drenched bed. It
wasn't as if he could undo the last several orgasms worth of cum in there anyway though, he couldn't
even maintain his concern properly with how loudly his nerves were singing.
Niles let out a longer moan. One that bubbled up from deep in the wolf's chest and bellowed
into the bedroom walls around them. Hector couldn't help making a similar sound, but while the wolf
looked fit to pass out Hector had no such luxury. Not even when his whole body, even his hips and
legs, started shivering and shaking as something deeper than the usual itch blossomed inside. Hector
felt that heartbeat pump settle in when he came this time, pumping with every thud in his chest, stuffing
Niles' belly a little more. It did this until Hector's knees gave out and the Shiba found himself sinking
slowly down the wall, panting and sweating, landing in a puddle of his own juices and not quite
managing to even lift his arms to touch himself.
“Oh shit. That was something else... N-Niles, you okay up there?”
Hector blinked blearily, watching the steady drizzle of cum out of Niles' body and out of the
head of his cock. It was drenched, constantly leaking, and flexing every few moments. Flexing and
bending, not quite just flopping about without intent either. Hector was left watching his cock try
repeatedly to curl back upward toward him. It took it a little bit to get the right mix of flexibility and
erection to manage.
Niles was mostly just grunting unintelligibly at that point, but the wolf did manage a very shaky
looking thumbs-up and his tail was wagging was much as it could with the energy the wolf still had
left. That helped set Hector's mind at ease a little. The urge that hit him to slide a bit on the slimy
carpeting beneath him and ease close enough to reach up and take hold of that hand. Niles' fingers
uncurled and wove in with Hector's, squeezing once, then relaxing as the wolf's breathing evened out
and his tail got a little less energetic.
The moment left Hector feeling warm all through him, whole in a way he hadn't realized he was
missing. It was a little fragment of perfection, one that was interrupted when his cock twisted and
visibly arched like it was a cat stretching, then turned to wind back toward him. The lips of his shaft
flexed again, then pursed together, pointed right at his face. Hector expected he was about to be buried
in an absolute deluge of his own cum in a moment and freed up his hand to try and push it away. Only
to have the stretching, throbbing shaft whip itself out of his grip and twist again.
Hector squinted, unsettled at just how willful that over-sensitive organ was getting. Squinting at
the head of it, the Shiba fought back against how over-sensitive he was when he grabbed hold of his
shaft to try and wrestle it down. Not with any success unfortunately. The beastly thing was still slick
with the aftermath of all that fucking and Hector's nerves and muscles felt shot. It quickly and
repeatedly got out of his grip and went back to menacing him, leaving Hector steadily more unnerved
by what he was seeing. It was one thing when it just happened to aim his way, it was another for it to
seem to have intent behind it. And then it went and turned about to start aiming at Niles where he lay
just above the Shiba.
“Nn-nope. Not gonna let that happen..”
With his hands proving insufficient to manage his problem, Hector opted to try something a bit
more broad. The Shiba rolled himself over, sluggishly given that his legs weren't really cooperating
either, but it did what he set out to do. He rolled himself onto his belly and over top of his squirming
cock.
As soon as his weight was resting on top of it, pressing it into the carpeting, Hector's eyes went
wide. He'd expected some degree of wriggling once that happened but the reaction was a good deal
more violent than he expected. Scarily so. Hector felt like he'd rolled onto a wild animal with the
thrashing that started, and that was just his dick going at it. When the Shiba's legs started to curl under
him and push upward that added another layer to the growing dread. More and more his body wasn't
listening, and now it was in some kind of open rebellion. Not just a weird kind of auto-pilot, not this
time, or so Hector felt himself thinking anyway.
It was a sluggish process as Hector stood up. Rather, as his legs stood up without him. Muscles
tingling and flexing under scaled skin and that little bit of pudge on them, they shuffled into a wide
stance and rooted themselves in place. Then they promptly stopped listening to Hector at all. He
couldn't even muster up the interference and resistance of before, where he could argue with whatever
subconscious side of him was doing this. Hector could feel everything, but from the waist down his
control was withering and melting before his eyes.
The panic set Hector to smacking himself in the thighs, grabbing his body and shaking it, and
getting nowhere with the effort. The only thing that actually happened at that point was his dick
swinging back around again, facing him with its flaring head, starting to twitch and squirm once more.
It writhed as he watched, flexing, trying to do something he couldn't make sense of. It was growing
though, that part was certain. Hector was able to see it stretching and thickening, getting to where it
was almost as broad as his legs were and was definitely competing for length.
A larger cock was old hat by now though. It was seeing it start changing shape that brought
Hector back to the fresh terror he'd experienced back in the warehouse again. Watching as the lips of
his jerking, squirming member flattened out and thickened until they were horizontal. Until their
flexing looked like actual lips. Ones that were stretching a bit wider from moment to moment, showing
off more of an opening looking down his shaft, drooling endlessly and smacking against each other.
Hector almost caught himself reaching out to touch them again, but as soon as he got near they snapped
and he recoiled. The Shiba would've backed off instinctively but his legs weren't his own anymore. He
was trapped with whatever was happening to him.
Trapped watching the head of his writhing, monstrous cock snake about like an actual serpent.
Watching it open its maw like it was hissing, and then clench up a bit and spit a glob of his own pre
cum onto his chest. The clench came with a rush of buzzing, creaking flesh hammering against Hector's
senses. Something right in the head twisted and stretched, then clenched up again and felt like a stiff
muscle stretching. The Shiba shut his eyes and curled his arms tight around his chest as the sensation
warred with the chill of this snared terror he was enduring.
When he opened them Hector was staring back into another set. Gold ones, slit pupils, large and
deep. The sort of eyes you could sink into and drown in. And they knew it. The stare deepened, right in
Hector's face, a soft hiss in the back of his mind leaving the Shiba swallowing hard and his breath
catching in his throat. Hector's mouth tried working but it just kept flexing and making no sound. It did
that right up until the eye contact broke, which happened when a set of soft, fleshy lips pressed
themselves against his face. A broad maw that was able to curl fully over half his face and leave behind
the funky sweat-sweet taste of his own cum all over it. Something slid into his mouth during it,
something rough and long and flexible. Something that tasted like sex.
All those thoughts froze in Hector's head as the eyes seized him again. They loomed, then grew
smaller as they retreated. The Shiba watched his cock lean back, languid and graceful, staring back at
him with eyes of its own and whispering a single word.
“Sssurrender.”
Hector squeaked quietly, feeling something in the back of his mind twinge like a struck funny
bone. His toes flexed the moment after that, his feet shuffled on the squishy carpeting, and then they
turned toward Niles' sleeping form while his dick looked the wolf and his enormous puss over. Hector
couldn't make it stop. The Shiba couldn't even seem to think about trying to make it stop. His cock
wanted what it wanted.
As insane as it seemed, all Hector could think to do was to talk back to it.
“P-please let him sleep, alright? He needs that.”
Twisting back around, Hector's cock stared at him. Its eyes narrowed. Its tongue flickered out
and it loomed closer to the Shiba's face again, still drooling and getting it all over his chest now.
“Hrmm... You did have the courtesssy to ask. You keep me sstimulated while he rests and I can
be patient. Yesss.. But when he wakes?”
Hector's shoulders slumped in relief at first, then tensed up again as conditions began to pile up.
He felt exhausted as it was, and still felt terrified down in his core. Hector felt trapped in his own body
in an insane but undeniable fashion. He reached out a hand though, holding up his end of the bargain to
buy Niles that blissful rest and have a chance to talk this out a bit less aggressively in a few hours was
too important.
“When he wakes, you two are breeding again.”
Swallowing hard, Hector looked over the sleeping wolf with his gently flexing cavern of a cunt.
It wasn't like he didn't want to, that urge was still there despite the last couple of minutes having
changed the way ownership of his own dick was settled. Hector reached a hand out toward the 'face' of
his cock which promptly rushed into his waiting fingers and wrapped half around his arm. Every inch
of it assaulted Hector's senses, flaring up as a rush of delight unasked for and leaving him unable to
even try to steady himself where he stood when a jolt of cum fired off and hit him across the jaw.
The Shiba sputtered a bit, swallowing half of what he'd been hit by.
“Ppfbt, f- if he wants to, okay? Y- we have to- he has to be okay with it too.”
Hector's beastly member leaned in and stared him down, leaving the Shiba feeling small and
powerless, before it curled about to investigate Niles. While he wanted to say something Hector
refrained, afraid he'd provoke his animated shaft or wake Niles himself. Even trying to reach out o hold
himself back wasn't going to work, not if he set himself cumming again with a touch and got it all over
the wolf. Given how close the head of his penis was looming that would definitely happen. It was
snaking all about, looking at Niles like some kind of actual predator, seeming to sniff the air around the
wolf's gargantuan lips.
Whatever it was looking for, the beast seemed satisfied. Hector's body stepped back and the
shaft curled around to look him in the eye again. Once more Hector couldn't turn away.
“He will be. We can tell. Now, you with the hands, we need lotion.”
A body-wide shudder ran through Hector as his legs started moving without him. Unsteady, but
getting better. One foot in front of the other, moving like a land bird or an old giant reptile, heading for
wherever Niles' bathroom was.
Hector disconnected a little at that. The Shiba let go, letting his body go where it was taking
itself, which in this case just meant sitting on the edge of Niles' bathtub with his cock draped over his
leg and a small bathroom cabinet full of options for lube and oil. Hector was already lathering up with
it, shakily leaning over himself and planting his hands at the root of his shaft to get started.
“Goooood..”
Just that first touch set a splattering jet of spunk loose. Enough to splash back against his face
and leave him panting.
“Good boy. Don't worry, we'll be gentle with your friend. Until he begs for more.”
If Hector's tail had still been his own, it would've been wagging.