The Suit

[arbotimus]

Not exactly my wheelhouse, but wrote this at the request of a furry friend.  He is probably going to post it elsewhere too, in case you happen to come across a similar story.

 

“Hey Chad.”

Chad rolled over languidly on the couch to face Andy.  Summer had just begun, and Chad wore only boxers as he woke up from his mid-day nap.  His prodigious girth bulged through the thin fabric unapologetically, his head starting to peak through the rim. 

Chad had been unable to work out for the past year due to his herniated disc, but his body still reflected his formerly jockish stature.  While he had lost a fair amount of mass, he still had above average musculature and tone.  His chest stuck out proudly above where his abs had been, and his arms, though softer than before, still filled the sleeves of his shirts nicely.  Chad was unsatisfied with this, but there was not much he could do about it in his condition.  His cock, in the meantime, was unaffected and made this fact known at every opportunity.

He grinned mischievously.  Andy had been upstairs working on a “secret project” for the last few hours, and Chad had already started throbbing in anticipation.  As Andy strolled down the stairs and into the living room, Chad admired his lithe body and smooth, young features.  His deep jade eyes held a playful expression.

“What have you got there?” Chad said, eyes intently focused on what Andy was holding behind his back.

Andy grinned in kind, revealing his red panda suit.  “Put this on, for starters.  I made some changes I think you’ll like.  I’ll go grab the head.”

Chad hurriedly started donning the suit, careful to avoid aggravating his injury, and had just finished when Andy returned.  So far he hadn’t noticed anything obviously different.  Eager to find out what Andy had devised, he placed the red panda head over his own while Andy finished strapping up the last of the Velcro.

 “Okay, now don’t freak out.  The spell I bound to the suit is going to start when I say the trigger word, and it might be kind of intense,” Andy said.

“What?  Why would I…?” Chad started to say.

“Zanzibar,” Andy whispered.

In spite of Andy’s warning, Chad started to freak out just a little.  The suit tightened around his body when Andy had released the spell.  While the fabric wasn’t constricting him, it started to conform perfectly to the outline of his body.

“What did you do?” he said, a note of panic in his voice.

Andy just smirked and watched as the transformation began.

Chad first felt a warmth in his groin that slowly radiated outwards across the rest of his flesh.  As it spread, his muscles tensed and relaxed rhythmically beneath the fabric, growing slowly with every flexion.  The suit continued to alter its shape to accommodate the changes.  It expanded where his swelling biceps and burgeoning triceps fought for space on his arms, while it shrank in the waist as his abs tightened into thick cords of muscle.  It failed to keep up around his torso, however, momentarily constricting his breathing.  His chest pushed relentlessly outward, growing rounder and fuller by the second, and his back pulled the fabric in the opposite direction giving a nobility to his stature.  Ultimately it caught up, providing the contour for his heavy set of pecs and fitting perfectly taut along the jutting lats.  It seemed to fare better with his quads and calves, even though they were ballooning at an equally dizzying rate.  His legs rubbed together as he finally stood again and took a few steps towards Andy. 

“What the hell just happened?” Chad asked, still in shock.

“What, you don’t like it?” Andy said.  Andy couldn’t help but appreciate the results of his work.  He guided his hands across the powerful chest and down the row of abdominals leading to thick, meaty quads.  He kind of regretted not making the fur softer than it already was; some of the changes were hidden behind the thickness of it.  Even still, he realized he had overcorrected (perhaps on purpose), and Chad was a little larger and better defined than he had been before his injury. 

Chad attempted to answer the question, but before he got his first word out the second part of the spell had started to take effect.  The warmth that began in his groin intensified to a sensation near orgasm, his head flaring and pre leaking from his slit.  His eyes, though not visible to Andy, began to roll back in his head and he fell to his knees from the overwhelming pleasure.

It was a few minutes before Chad came back to his senses.  Andy was not really in a rush to help him, either.  Watching this indomitable stud he had created fall to his knees as the result of his work had him more than a little hard.  Chad then lifted his head and gave Andy that lusty look that the costume had been designed for.  Andy froze in anticipation.  They held eye contact for what seemed like minutes before Chad rushed in on Andy and immediately began to disrobe him between grinding sessions.

“How does your back feel?” Andy asked.

Chad didn’t have time for questions like that.  He was too busy running his claws across Andy’s back and humping him vigorously.  The spell had given him some prehensile control over his tail, and he used it to wrap around Andy’s waist and rub it along his crotch.  He then threw Andy down on the couch, noticing for the first time the newfound strength that had been missing for so long.  And he relished in it.  Andy was now his plaything, a vessel to shove his cock into anytime he wanted.  The look on Andy’s face was still a little smug, though, as far as Chad was concerned.  That wouldn’t do.  

Chad picked him up from under his legs, shoving him into the wall by the fireplace.  They hadn’t done this position since the injury, and now Andy felt like a feather in his burly arms.  He started to frot against Andy through the suit, the firmness of his cock apparent to Andy’s bare skin even through the fabric.  After he couldn’t take it any longer, Chad slipped his dick through the opening in the crotch.  His head pressed gently against Andy’s hole as it begged for release from the confines of the suit.

“You’re going to cum soon if you keep going at this rate,” Andy advised.  Chad didn’t seem to be paying much attention. 

“Alright then, you asked for it.  Heel, boy.”

Chad felt something like a rope slide around his wrists, shoulders, legs, and ankles, lightly at first and then just shy of painful.  He couldn’t see anything physically binding him, but he guessed that Andy had constricted the suit at those points to allow control over Chad’s motions.  Andy descended to the floor as Chad’s wrists drew closer to his ankles, and by the time his feet hit the ground Chad was already hogtied with his knees on the floor.

“Let’s just take this nice and slow, okay?”

Chad stared intently at Andy already knowing full well he could not disagree.  He was using the full strength of his new body to pull against the binds to no avail.  The more he flexed the tighter the binds became, and it was only making him harder.

“I added that command in as a precaution in case you got a little too frisky, but I think I like you better this way.  It reminds you who’s really in control here…” Andy trailed off.

Chad’s cock still stuck out of his suit, full mast and dripping with pre.  Andy knelt down gently and worked the tip of his tongue across his slit, slowly lapping up the sweet fluid that flowed steadily down his shaft.  He carefully brought his lips down to meet the head as his tongue slid further down the shaft until his entire head was held inside Andy’s mouth.  His tongue explored fluted edges of the expanding head, which always grew dramatically as he approached orgasm.

Chad still held every muscle in tense opposition to the binds, starting to moan involuntarily as Andy held him constantly on edge.  It might have been a byproduct of the spell, the fact that he was bound, or just from the absence of the pain that had plagued him, but the motion of Andy’s tongue incited more erogenous sensation than he could recall ever experiencing.  All of his conscious thoughts were absorbed in the ecstasy of that moment.

Andy pulled his mouth off of Chad’s dick, making a popping sound as his lips slid over the edges of the head.  Now that Andy had released him from his blissful stupor, Chad slid slowly back into reality.  He managed to angle his head so that he could look down at his cock, still pulsing, and noticed that it had not grown to match the rest of him.  With some clarity finally returning to his thoughts, he managed to blurt out his burning question.

 “Andy, why didn’t you make me any bigger down there?”

“Christ, aren’t you big enough?” Andy replied.

Chad started to whimper in protest.  What good was this body if it didn’t have the cock to match?  Andy couldn’t help but smile at the behemoth who knelt entangled before him, begging him for more.

“Hold on,” Andy said, flicking Chad’s cock hard with his middle finger on his way to emphasize his helplessness.

Andy returned a few minutes later with a large, leather-bound book, leafing through the pages.  Chad was still in binds, fully erect, and as far as Andy could tell still growing.  Andy flipped through the pages of his tome looking for the addition to the spell that he needed, meanwhile allowing Chad to stand briefly before binding him again to a nearby chair.  Ergonomics were important, after all.  Once he found the incantation he was looking for, he studied it momentarily and began to recite it softly in the direction of the suit. The musical tones that escaped his lips were low and guttural, like a toad attempting a song in bass.  The hair on the suit stood up as Andy made the changes to his previous spell.

Within the first few notes, Chad’s dick started to throb with greater fervor than he thought possible.  Each pulse left his dick just a little bit harder, thicker, longer, larger.  The massive inflation of his already gigantic cock was almost painful, but Chad watched in ignorance of this as his dick grew larger by the second. 

 “Happy?” Andy inquired after Chad’s cock had stopped growing.  If Andy had to guess, it had gained about a third of its original size.  Chad just stared at Andy through his lusty panda eyes.  The renewed pre flowing exuberantly down his shaft like a small stream answered his question for him.

Andy grabbed Chad by his joystick and started again where he had left off, realizing that his fingers barely fit around the shaft.  Andy could feel Chad’s urethra pumping in his hands as the pre continued to flow.  A few precursory strokes were followed with an attempt at fitting the massive rod in his mouth, but Andy was having some difficulty even fitting the head in.  He had probably made Chad a little too large, even if Chad was too lost in ecstasy to recognize it.  Andy made a mental note of things to change for the next time around.

Without warning, Chad exploded into Andy’s mouth.  While Andy did his best to swallow all of it, the force of his spray was augmented by the spell and the greater part of Chad’s cum spilled out through his lips, leaking back down onto Chad’s cock and groin.

After gently removing his mouth from Chad’s head, Andy licked his lips.  Slowly Chad’s convulsions died down and the semen stopped flowing.  Andy and took a minute to clean himself up while he admired his handiwork.  Chad’s body seemed as though it had not entirely finished growing, and even though he was still snugly bound Andy enjoyed watching his muscles tense as he resisted in futility.  Meanwhile Chad had not quite finished his ejaculation, and shot a few extra spurts across Andy’s face.  Andy chuckled a bit.  The cum he was wiping off his nose and chin was nothing compared to the volume that ran down Chad’s shaft and soaked his groin.

Andy took a few seconds to take in the whole scene, and then decided it was time to come to a close.

“Kookaburra,” he whispered softly into Chad’s ear, citing the trigger word to inactivate the spell.

Chad was perhaps too incapacitated to notice the changes, but Andy watched as he returned to his previous size, his cock the only feature that remained hard and proud as it returned to its former stature.  His arms deflated, his chest sank, and his back shrank as the magic that had sustained his gargantuan body returned to the suit.

Chad came back to his senses right around the end of the transformation.  He removed the panda head, still reeling from the orgasm.  Andy kissed him gently, the taste of Chad’s cum still fresh on his lips.

“When can we do that again?” he asked.

“Any time you like, big guy,” Andy said.

[arpeejay]

I have to confess I'm not into furries (unless we're talking about hairy chests and all that) but I love a well-written story and this is one! Thanks for sharing your talent with us!

xoxo

Richard