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Revenge of the Jerk

Ray was lounging in his chair, his pencil scribbling anatomy information over from his text book as the afternoon ticked away. The large timber wolf was a beast of a man, and no one could deny that he was all man. Currently the wolf was in a tank top that was stretched taut over his massive cleavage, his pecs a duo of large, manly, furry love pillows. His mane rolled up from between his cleavage and accented the powerful delts and corded muscles supporting his razor sharp jaw. Rayner wasn't a freak of nature, but he definitely was larger than your average jock. He looked like a young, yet seasoned, body builder, his arms flexing with the slightest twitch of his fingers, the powerful cords of muscle visible as he scribbled his notes for his anatomy class.

The wolf normally wore contacts, but currently had his glasses on, the bold glasses giving a glance into the wolf's future where he would be an exceptionally sexy physical therapist. His elegant script scrolled across the page, his penmanship the opposite of the traditional doctor's, where it was almost immaculate, showing off the power and control he had over those massive muscles.

The wolf's teardrop thighs were flexed over one another, his foot paws propped up on the coffee table and gently bouncing along with the music he had pulsing through his headphones. He continued to study, his satchel spilled out on the floor with his other subjects and loose leaf paper while his loyal stainless-steel Stanly glinted in the dying light of the afternoon on the end table. A healthy amount of arm and leg hair dusted his limbs, his powerful Adam's apple protruding from his neck as he nodded along with his personal study toons playlist.

The apartment was full of the university's standard furniture, the navy blues and white oak counters. It was a step up from the regular dorms. Here they got their own rooms, and he was grateful for that now more than ever.

His roommate's door slammed open and Bryce stomped out of his room. The bull was maybe on the higher side of average for his build, but he had a lot of lean muscle. The guy was attractive in his own way, but his personality really put Ray in a foul mood.

“You done pouting?" Ray smirked, glancing up from his notes. The bull huffed, ripped open their fridge, snagged one of his prepped meals, and slapped it in the microwave.

“Shut up Gaylord," Bryce snorted.

“So that's a no?" Ray cocked a brow. “You know, the only reason I gave a shit about showing you up was because of homophobic comments like that."

“Fuck you faggot," Bryce grumbled, his shoulders slumped as he rigidly waited for his meal to finish heating up, his bare foot slapping against the tile.

“Whatever man," Ray shrugged, going back to his notes. “You keep pouting, but I think we proved who's more of a man back in the locker rooms."

“Shut up," Bryce snarled.

Ray rolled his eyes and went back to his studying while Bryce made his food. The bull was gritting his teeth, his modest horns twitching as he tried to keep his composure. The other day Ray and his boyfriend Nick had worked out together, and passed Bryce in the showers. The bull made a comment that they should go back in the closet or go back to sucking the dicks of real men. So, Ray decided to knock him down a couple pegs. Their friends were all there, the guys from the football team and the rugby league, so there was no getting out of it when Ray proposed that they see who the real man was. The wolf, in nothing but a towel and his body dripping with his fresh shower, challenged the bull to an arm wrestling match. The bull couldn't get out of it without looking like a total wimp, so he accepted, only to get his hand smashed into the table.

Ray normally wouldn't call someone out like that, but Bryce had been a pain in his ass ever since him and Nicky became official. At first Bryce was okay with Mark fucking his boyfriend, using fags and shit was hot as hell to him, but once Ray caught feelings, the douche's real nature came roaring out. Every chance he got, he made sure to belittle the wolf.

Shit like “my eyes are up here faggot!" and “Dude, get a fucking room," when he was just holding hands with his boyfriend. So, the little quip in the showers may have been small, but it was the last straw.

Ray gripped the bull's hand so hard it hurt, grinding the bones in his hand together and making him wince.

“Oh come on Bryce-y boy," Ray had smirked down at the bull. “Most guys don't make that face till I put the tip in."

“Dude! Lighten up!" Bryce shot back.

“Yeah, that's what your dad said," Ray stuck his tongue out. Then the real game began, the bull flexing with all his might, his veins popping, his jaw clenched, and Ray simply smirked. Even after his workout, he still had more than enough stamina to slowly crack the bull's hand back, inch by agonizing shameful inch. The gap in their size blatant with Ray's pump. Bryce wasn't a small guy, but his strength couldn't compare to the stacked mass of the body builder wolf.

“Come on Bryce! You even trying?" Ray chuckled. “If I didn't know better, I'd say you like it when I work you over."

“F-F-Fuck off F-F-Faggot!"

“Did you agree to this just so you could hold my hand?" Ray clenched his fist harder, Bryce crying out in pain. “Damn, even I think that's fucking gay."

Ray decided to end it there and slammed the bull's hand against the table with a loud smack, Bryce retracting his hand like it was broken as tears welled up in his eyes.

“Don't worry, they always cry the first time," Ray gave the bull a wink, pointing out the fact that he was sniveling in front of everyone. “Now that I've broken you in, maybe next time you won't be such a little winy bitch about it."

Everyone erupted into laughter. Everyone was tired of Bryce's shit, even his own friends were kind of tired of his blatant homophobia. At least they had the decently to hide it behind closed doors or shout it at teens online. Hell, half of them sucked Ray off saying it wasn't gay when the guy was as hot as him. They sucked at giving head to be honest and the novelty of fucking closeted cucks wore off fast when he found someone he genuinely enjoyed being around. Ray could handle homophobic slurs, but the way it made Nick cringe was what really set him off.

Nick liked to get kinky in the bedroom, but there was consent in being treated like shit in the bedroom with aftercare verses being called a drive-by fag all the time.

Suffice to say, Nick gave Ray the royal treatment that night for standing up to Bryce. Making sure to really smack their headboard and shout and groan as loud as possible so Bryce could stew in his bedroom, licking his wounds.

The microwave beeped, Bryce snatched his food, and took it to his bedroom. Ray just shrugged.

“Fucking pansy," Ray huffed loud enough for the bull to hear. Ray just continued his studying, taking a sip from his Stanly.

Bryce slammed his door, his room a musky mess of dirty clothes, empty beer cans, slutty pin-ups of bitches, and his Chroma gaming set up. Though, on his computer, instead of the usual bitches getting railed by bulls, there were instructions on how to use a revenge potion. It was simple, make sure you put a drop in the drink of the one you want to curse and take the singular pill to have their blessings be transferred to you.

Bryce had taken the pill, and infected Ray's Stanly, hours ago. What the fuck gives! Then he read something in the fine print.

“Must have contact with the afflicted's essence? The fuck does that mean?" Bryce grumbled while munching on his chicken and rice. He downed his food before ripping his clothes off and heading for his shower. The apartments had a shared bathroom with a shower and basic setup. Bryce's body was covered in water, his modest horns protruding from his head almost as black as his onyx fur. He snorted, steams of water flying from his nostrils as he cleaned himself. The suds revealing his toned form. He didn't have any abs, but he was working on that for a while now. Instead he had a healthy layer of fat covering his abdominals and his pecs pushed out a little bit. He was trying to cut, but it was harder when he was so infuriated with his roommate.

He finished his shower and got out, getting ready to do his nightly routine when something caught his eye. In the hamper near the door a dirty jock hung on the lip of the basket where Ray had slapped it down. The bull's eyes went wide and looked at that jock, the thing stretched to hell and stained with Ray's…

“Essence…" Bryce snatched the jock up, immediately feeling a tingle go up his fingers, energy prickling at his fur and causing it to almost buzz. The bull smirked and threw them on the floor before stepping into them and pulling them up. The elastic barely hung there. If he jumped to hard he was sure it would fall off. Bryce wasn't a small guy in the dick department, but he felt like there was just a rag draped over his loins, the size stretched from its original large size to extra-large from Ray's years of growth.

At first Bryce thought nothing was happening, but then that buzzing feeling came alive on his dick.

“Oh fuck," Bryce moaned, his thighs flexing, his tail hiking up to keep the elastic from drooping as his balls felt like they were enveloped in a warm and inviting maw that vibrated with something that could only be described as pure power.

It was raw and intense as it flowed into his nuts, the bull gave a low grunt, his six-incher pulsing in his pants, pushing forward and getting thicker.

In the living room, Ray continued to do his homework, a light itch working inside his nuts. He absently scratched his balls in his athletic shorts, his boys visibly rolling around in his furry sack until he went back to working on his assignment. Somehow he felt more comfortable despite a weakness filling his body. He hadn't eaten dinner yet and he might want to go get something soon.

That withering feeling seeped through Ray as he continued to work, dismissing it as hunger, but all he needed to do was finish this one last problem and he would be golden. The door to the bathroom opened and Bryce walked out, his bare feet slapping the tile and a towel tied around his waist. Ray didn't look up at first, wanting to finish his problem as he adjusted himself in his seat.

Ray moved his feet down to the floor, the music playing in his ears coving up the soft moans and groans coming from the bull as he watched Ray do his homework, completely unaware of the changes happening. Eventually the wolf had enough of the bull looking at him and he glanced up.

“What do you want Bryce?" Ray had a brow cocked, but soon his brow furrowed as he looked at the bull. A shallow six pack had formed on his belly, the bull stood there with his arms crossed, his horns looked thicker, and the stubble he had on his chin looked denser than normal.

Bryce just smirked, his arms crossed.

Ray just rolled his eyes and took his headphones out.

“Dude, what do you want?"

“Oh, don't worry, I'm helping myself," Bryce nodded in his direction. “You done with your homework, Gaylord?"

“Seriously?" ray shook his head. “You must have some balls thinking you can just throw that kind of shit around here after the ass kicking I gave you before."

“Yeah? How's about you show me again? Right here, right now?"

“Dude, you want to get some clothes on first?"

“What? You worried you're going to pop a boner?"

“Whatever dude," Ray tossed his books to the side and onto the pile of schoolwork and slammed his elbow on the coffee table, his thick fingers ready to crush the bull's fist again. “It's your tennis elbow on the line."

“Yeah, sure," Bryce sat down in the chair opposite Ray, spreading his legs and his towel just barely keeping his dick hidden. “Hey, eyes up here faggot," Bryce smirked.

“Seriously dude, you need some new material," Ray felt a twinge of embarrassment because it was the first time he was caught checking the bull out. He had seriously been hitting the weights. Had he always had a six pack?

“I feel like I'm going to be getting a whole lot of new material real soon," Bryce put his elbow down on the table and their hands gripped one another's. Instantly Ray felt his body shake like his blood sugar was tanking. He blinked and gripped onto Bryce's hand harder, but as he did, the bull's blunt fingers gripped harder against the wolf's.

“Ready?" Bryce asked.

“I…yeah, whatever dude, let's get this over with. I'm fucking starving."

“Oh, I'm sure I'll have something for you to eat soon enough." Bryce snorted out his nostrils and their arm wrestling match began. Their biceps' strained, their arms locked in a showdown. Ray knew he could push the bull over again if he wanted to, his superior strength apparent with how much larger his bicep was.

“Oh fuck yeah," Bryce grinned darkly as he gripped the wolf's hand harder, a bit more pressure being applied as he pushed back. Ray grunted, that weakness creeping into his bones. “You feel that Gay boy?"

“What? Your sissy grip? You're more limp wristed than I am," Ray threw the insult back at the bull.

“Mmmf, yeah, sure," Bryce gave a grunt, his eyes closed as he focused, his breathing even and controlled as he pushed against Ray's immovable arm. Ray was holding his ground when his fist notched one degree in favor of the bull. Ray's eyes went wide as he grunted and pushed it back with some effort.

“Damn it," Bryce grunted. “Not enough…more…I need more…"

“Yeah, more time in the gym dude," Ray smirked and pushed back, that hand going down further and further until the bull gave a grunt and his hand was pressed firmly against the table.

“Fuck," Bryce groaned.

“Yeah, whatever man. Time for me to get something to eat," Ray huffed, a little winded from the exertion. As he went to get up though, he had to yank his hand back to get it out of Bryce's grip. The bull glared at the wolf with a cocky grin.

“I still think I won that one," the bull huffed. Ray was going to say something back when he noticed something. He saw the trouser snake that was rolling down his leg, the towel showing the bull's thick member throbbing just below the white towel.

“Dude, you trying to come out to me or something?" Ray cocked a brow. “Because you know I have a boyfriend I'm committed to. No offence, but I ain't going to cheat on Nick just cus you're having a sexual awakening."

“God, you still don't fucking get it, do you faggot," Bryce stood up, the towel falling from his waist to reveal he was wearing the wolf's dirty jock, the bull's cock was reeling down his leg, the thing having slipped out the side and the pouch was only supporting his balls.

“Dude! That's my lucky jock! What the fuck?!"

“Nah, it's mine now. Everything you got is going to be mine soon enough," Bryce gave a low groan as his cock throbbed longer, reeling a bit lower, getting closer and closer to half way down the bull's thick thigh. As that happened, Ray felt a wave of that weakness wash over him and his legs started to shake.

“Wait…" Ray put his hand on his crotch, only to feel that his balls had retreated, his dick wasn't practically popping out of his boxer briefs anymore.

“Finally getting it, fagtard?" Bryce smirked. “Or has it, mmmf, not sunk in yet." Bryce's dick pushed down further, growing longer and thicker with each passing second.

“What…what are you doing to me?"

“Here," Bryce smirked, kicking the coffee table to the side with his powerful legs. “I'll show you!"

Bryce leapt forward, the bull tackling the wolf to the floor. Normally Ray could have withstood one of the bull's tackles, but for some reason, it felt so much stronger. Ray felt a little shell shocked as he was pinned to the floor, his hands held down at the wrist as Bryce straddled his waist. He must have hit his head because his vision was swimming with the way Bryce's body seemed to warp, but he quickly realized exactly what was going on.

“Oh FUCK yes!" Bryce groaned, his grip getting tighter on Ray's wrists as the bull's body pulsed, his abs crunched, his pecs flexed, his delts twitched larger, and his shoulders cracked wider one at a time. “Oh fuck, it feels so good! Give it to me! Give it all to me!"

“What the fuck are you doing?!" Ray shouted, struggling, but his muscles felt like they were full of sand, his body feeling heavy and lethargic. Bryce on the other hand had never felt more alive.

“You still haven't figured it out? God, you really do only have dick on the brain," Bryce chuckled and moaned, his voice cracking deeper. “Oh fuck yes, it's like every fucking part of my body is getting the sloppiest blowjob. Fuck!"

Bryce's biceps flexed, a thick vein splitting his peak as his forearms flexed, his fingers becoming thicker, more square and masculine. His horns extended outward, his brow becoming thicker, his jaw cracking larger before muscle lashed its way onto his neck, cording together into thick powerful bands to support that razor jaw.

Ray tried to push back, but he was feeling weaker by the second, and it finally clicked. He looked over at his massive pythons only to find that those thick biceps had lost their pump and were smoothing out with every withering second.

“What! Stop!"

“Fuck no!" Bryce grinned darkly, his cock oozing pre as it throbbed with stolen vitality. “I'm just getting started! I'm going to take everything you are. It's about time the fag on campus was reminded who the real alpha men are."

Ray tried to struggle, but with every passing second, those fists holding his wrists down gripped tighter, grinding his wrist bones together as the bull huffed, his eyes glaring down at the wolf.

“Fuck yeah, struggle," Bryce flexed his abs, the stubborn fat he couldn't get rid of began to melt away, his six pack fighting to the surface. “Fuck, let's get a fucking close-up?" Bryce leaned forward, pushing Ray's arms up as he got close, their chests kissing each other. The transfer was still slow, but now it was obvious. Every time Ray's muscles would wither back, Bryce's would push forward. Crunching slowly, those abs chewing on that size before pushing forward. Bryce groaned low, the feeling of his abs getting deeper rolled up his chest, causing him to arch his back and get back up, revealing the night and day difference.

“Fuck yeah faggot, look at those cobblestones! Do you even work your chest you flat fucker!" Bryce mocked, bouncing his pecs, the thick slabs of beef jostling larger with each bounce, the bull's nipples tingling with pleasure as they grew thicker and juicer.

“Please, stop…" Ray was panting, it was getting hard to breathe with the mounting weight on his chest, the bull's thick ass cheeks were getting more muscular and pushing down into the wolf's abdomen.

“Yeah, keep beggin', that's worked so far, right?" Bryce chuckled and let go of Ray's arms and sat up, his bodyweight more than enough to keep the wolf pinned. The alpha dog had shrunken down from his bloated beefy size to a simple jock, and the bull was easily exceeding him on all fronts. He could keep the fag pinned with his ass alone.

Ray still had some fight in him, so he pushed his hands up against that chest, punching him as best he could, but once his fist came into view he felt sick to his stomach. His hand didn't even look like his. The thick fingers had thinned out, his claws had become shorter, his palm was less square, his forearms, though toned, were shrinking by the second.

“Fuck, you trying to tickle me faggot?" Bryce's abs were solid bricks of muscle, massive bundles of beef that hurt Ray's knuckles as he punched them. “Go ahead. Keep throwing those feather fists. All it means is more contact for me. Fuuuuuuck."

Bryce did a double bicep pose, the veins on his arms angry and pulsing. “Fuck! What do you think these bad boys are at? Sixteen inches?" Bryce gave a low groan as his body shuddered and sucked up more size form the wolf below him. Those biceps flexing up higher, chewing on that size before solidifying into thick mounds. Bryce's pits grew deeper as his lats spread out behind him, obliques rolling like angry storm clouds into his pronounced six pack.

And that dick!

Bryce's cock was hard as a rock, throbbing with his thick helmet and creeping up Ray's shrinking chest.

“Holy shit yes!" Bryce held his dick down with his thumb, watching as it reeled further and further up Ray's chest, the wolf's shirt spackled with his drops of pre. “God, I'm growing myself a fucking meat bus. Guess the guys in the locker room weren't exaggerating your massive dick. Let's see what you got going on now though."

Bryce gripped Ray's shirt and tor it down the middle, the comparison was put into glaring perspective as the bull's chest rose like a skyscraper while the withering sidewalk below continued to erode. The exposed wolf looked like your standard high school track runner, his masculine features melting away as his abs became a soft, toned belly, his pecs melting into his chest as his nips became little nubs.

“Stop," Ray pleaded, tears in his eyes. The stubble on his face thinning before disappearing completely, his jaw becoming softer, rounder, almost cute.

“Fuck you, bitch!" Bryce chuckled. “You think I'm going to hold back after what you did to me? I'm going to take everything from you, and I mean everything!"

Bryce felt his mind expanding, his thoughts becoming more organized as Ray's brain was being drained. His quick wit and intelligence being sucked right out of him, the Bull's horns cracking wider and thicker as if the brain in his head was pushing them out. Bryce's hands swelled a little larger and his feet thicker, almost out of proportion as Ray's became little dainty things, showing even Ray's potential for growth had been taken from him.

“It's not enough!" Bryce's voice bellowed lower. “More! I demand EVERYTHING!"

Bryce felt his confidence soar, his memories becoming more crisp all while Ray was having difficulty remembering things, his mind becoming clouded and unfocused.

Bryce felt the flow stop, the tingling being chewed up by his muscles for one final burst of growth, every part of him expanding, Ray watched as the behemoth above him swelled larger, thicker, his every body part perfection and aesthetic. If he were standing, he would have been maybe a few inches shorter than the wolf's original size.

“Fuck," Bryce groaned, his cock throbbing, his massive goose egg balls churning with enhanced virility, his dick head glossy from oozing pre down onto Ray's chest. “Damn," Bryce bounced his dick. “I think my cock is thicker than your fucking arms. Call Green Giant, I found their string beans."

“I…" Ray wanted to be mad, but the normal well of infinite confidence that was in his breast was replaced by a massive pit of insecurity.

“What? Not even going to say anything? Fucking pathetic—" Bryce was cut off as Ray's phone buzzed. He picked up the phone and grinned as he unlocked it, the muscle memory guiding his thick thumbs. It was a message from Nick. “Damn, bitch is horny as fuck." Then something clicked in his mind. “Oh shit, I think I didn't just steal your size, I think I stole your whole fucking life."

Bryce flipped the phone around so the little twink pinned beneath his ass could see all the pictures in the wolf's phone had been altered. Any image where the wolf was with his boyfriend had been replaced by the bull. Ray didn't know quite what to say. It wasn't his phone anymore. He just gave a little whimper as his little carrot stick of a dick pulsed and was on the verge of spewing.

“How's about we invite the fag over," Bryce started tapping a message. “See you in five bitch, or don't bother showing up."

***

It was only a few minutes before the leopard made it to the dorm, coming in and practically pouncing on the big bull. Bryce was a little smaller than the leopard, the size theft didn't appear to be one to one, but Bryce wasn't complaining.

“Oh shit, is that your roommate?" Nick glanced at the wolf twink on the couch.

“Yeah babe, don't worry about him." Bryce pushed the leopard's hair back as he guided the leopard into the living room. “I told him he could watch a real man fuck. Ya know, teach the fag a thing or two."

“I don't know if I'm comfortable with-ah!" Nick gave a little gasp as his hair was pulled, his head flying back as he gave a lustful purr.

“Come on now bitch, you know the rules," Bryce grinned darkly. “I don't give a fuck what you think when I'm horny. You just got to suck it up and obey your man."

“Oh fuck! I'm so glad you're being dominant tonight! MMMM! I love it." Nick purred, his pants already off and he was only in his cutoff jersey crop top, his own sausage snake rock hard and pounding against his abs as his thick pecs were pushing the limits of that crop.

“Bitch I know," Bryce guided Nick over to a chair, sat himself down and pushed Nick down to his knees. “Now show your man some fucking respect. Suck this dick."

“Yes sir!" Nick purred on his knees, pulling away the jock and watching that fucker slap the bull's chest. He wrapped his lips around that thick head and slurped it down.

“Oh shit yes! Fucking suck my cock you filthy fucking faggot!" Bryce groaned and looked over at Ray, the twink looked like a baby faced freshmen. He sat there, his eyes locked on Bryce, his mouth hung open with drool dripping form it as he watched Nick bob and bounce on that cock. The leopard's markings rippled and adulated on his back with his powerful muscles as the wild cat used all his muscles to gyrate and suck on that massive bull cock. Bryce gave a deep groan as he relaxed into the chair, his legs splaying out and his toes fanning as Nick sucked like his life depended on it.

“Fuck yeah! That's right fag boi, suck my cock. What you looking at faggot," Bryce spat at the wolf on the couch. Ray flinched at those words as though he were struck. “That's right, you dumb bitch. You wish you were as much of a man as me. You're just a little baby carrot dicked bitch who's simping for this fucking muscle god."

Ray couldn't form words, his mind lost, but he knew what he was seeing was hot. He gave a little moan, his little pecker throbbing hard between his legs.

“Hey, babe," Bryce peeled Nick off his dick with a loud pop. “I can't have those DSL's getting too dry, take a sip." The bull pulled the Stanly mug from the end table and gave it to the leopard. The wild cat sensually wrapped his tongue around the straw and drank deep from that water before popping off it and kept his mouth open.

“That's a good little fag," Bryce leaned down and pulled that crop top off the leopard and put it on over himself, the old crop top still showed some skin through the mesh. “Now keep sucking my cock."

“Yes sir!" Nick purred, slurping that dick down.

Bryce laid back, smirking darkly at the twink on the sofa across from him.

“That's right, got this fag gaging tonsils deep on my fucking cock, and you can't do a thing about it. Can you even make someone gag with that? I bet that thing wouldn't even get past Nicky's molers." Bryce slammed his heel on the coffee table, his toes flexing as pleasure rolled up his leg, his calf pulsing and his thick thigh muscles formed angry teardrops as he continued to let Nick bob on his dick. “You're just a fucking braindead slut, aren't you Ray."

The wolf just nodded. He didn't exactly know what Bryce was saying, it was too complicated. He just knew that this stud of a man was talking to him, and he thought he was hot.

“Finally found a way to shut your gay ass up, huh?" Bryce chuckled at the wolf. “You too I guess," Bryce looked back down at the Leopard, putting his hand on the back of his head and pushing him down until he gagged.

As Nick's throat muscles contracted around that thick head, it sank a little deeper, those balls felt heavier in his hands. Ray looked on as with every bob of Nick's head, the bull would moan, his body flexing, his veins bulging, his muscles continuing to expand.

“Fuck yes," Bryce moaned. “Fuck yeah, suck my fucking cock you fucking faggot cum bucket! Yes! Keep FUCKING SUCKING! YES!" Bryce's voice dropped lower, his horns cracking out larger, his pecks pushing the crop top higher, his cannonball shoulders widening out of the crop top, his fingers getting thicker, his palms becoming more square, the stubble on his chin getting darker as a soul patch formed on his chin around the thickening dark stubble.

Bryce gave a dark chuckle as his hair grew thicker, his jaw cracking mid-chuckle and deepening his voice as the shallow beard on his face accented the sharpness of his jaw. A healthy dusting of hair formed on his arms and chest, rolling down his abs and deepening the darkness of his cut ridges. Like he was a body builder that hadn't shaved in a few weeks. His toes cracked, getting longer, flexing out and wider, thicker as the growth travailed up his leg, his calf becoming thick diamonds, his thighs powerful teardrops.

“Fuck fag boy," Bryce peeled Nick off his dick. “Bend over the fucking table you fucking tail raising faggot!"

Bryce pushed Nick back, the reduced leopard falling backwards, having been reduced to a thick college athlete and not the bulging bodybuilder he was before. The leopard's brains were the first thing to go, his skull having head-butted that powerful chest so much his thoughts were drained right away. All Nick knew was that the bull before him was his boyfriend, and he was hot. He purred constantly, turning around, his thick muscled cheeks spreading for his boyfriend, his tail flicking to the side as his pucker clenched in need.

“Fuck…take me…" Nick moaned.

“Trust me," Bryce had a cocky grin as he stood up, his dick fourteen inches of bitch breaking bull meat. He put one foot on the coffee table, the thing easily a size sixteen stomper, as he angled his dick down into that ass, taking a fistful of Nick's hair before yanking back. “I'll rape you into fuck-dust."

With that, Bryce thrusted forward, grunting as the thick cheeks spread easily to accommodate the python of bull meat sinking into the leopard. Bryce went balls deep, his balls smacking against Nick's. Nicks nuts were larger, but after resting there for a moment, those nuts shrank down, Bryce's low hangers getting lower as they grew, getting thicker, stronger, more virile by the second. Bryce just enjoyed the pleasure tingling up his dick for a moment, the feeling of draining the leopard from the inside, Nick's body shrinking down as Bryce drank up his body's virility, masculinity, anything that made the leopard a man.

“Fuck yes," Bryce groaned, his body pulsing as his dick gulped down more of that pleasure like a straw, constantly spewing pre and lubing his newest fuck toy. “Fuck YES!"

Bryce started thrusting, yanking back on Nick's hair as he did so. The leopard gave a loud screech before purring, his mind lost to the pleasure as Bryce continued to thrust, those purrs getting higher in pitch, his grunts getting lighter while Bryce's got lower. The bull huffed, snorting steam out his nostrils as he continued to fuck that hole, his balls swinging and slapping, getting a little bigger every time, that dick head sinking a little further with each thrust, each rippling wave that slapped over those thick cheeks was accompanied with a wave of growth that rolled up the bull. Bryce's abs would crunch, his pecks pushing that crop top further out of the way, his arms getting bigger. His pythons had to be at least twenty two inches of bitch breaking size, his horseshoe traps crunching before flexing into shape.

“That's right Ray! I'm fucking your little bitch ass fairy! I'm making him my fucking bitch! You both will be my breeding sows by the time I'm done with you. Whenever I don't have pussy to slam, you two will be worshiping me endlessly. So get used to going blue balled you little bitches, because no skank on campus is going to turn down this FUCKING BODY!"

Bryce did a double bicep pose, Nick flopping forward, his face smacking against the coffee table. Nick continued to drool, his tongue loosely hanging out of his maw as Bryce continued to rail Nick and relentlessly raid him for his size, draining the leopard of everything he was. Nick's awards, their scholarships, everything of worth was stripped from the leopard as Bryce continued to rise.

“Yes…YESSS!!! FUCK YES!" Bryce roared, his voice deeper as he continued to ascend, his frame far exceeding anything that Ray was before, the bull's body exceeding the seven foot mark, and further. Bryce slammed his palm down on Nick's back, his hand covering almost the entirety of the now slender kitten he was railing. Every slap of his hips against the cat thrusted him forward, but he didn't move as he was dragged back into his shrinking form.

“FUCKING TAKE MY NUT YOU FILTHY FUCKING FAGGOT!" Bryce screamed, his hips thrusting forward in a blur, the table rocking with his powerful thrusts. The veins on Bryce's cock visibly gorging themselves with blood as his balls drew up, even getting ready to dump their load, they were still fully visible because of their size and the leopards thigh gap. Nick could feel the cum-pipe deep inside him swell with that payload, that cock head growing thicker and angrier, getting ready to blast him with his reward for being a good little faggot.

“YES! YOU'RE MINE! YOU'RE BOTH FUCKING MINE!" Bryce roared, his hips still flying before he slammed home, his cock throbbing and unleashing a thick rope of his bull seed deep in Nick's guts. Nick's little glue stick throbbed, dribbling spermless discharge like a girl out of his dick. Bryce's load sloshed and squelched audibly as load after thick, virile, tar like load crashed into each other, bloating the leopard.

Bryce pulled his cock out before the last rope shot, shooting a thick pearly rope over his faggot's back. The cat purred, the white goo warm on his back as his little coin purse dribbled what little essence he still had.

Ray was sitting there, panting, his cock a wet mess from his orgasm of just watching Bryce fuck his faggot. He wanted to be his faggot too, the dog panting like a bitch in heat.

“Fuck," Bryce's voice was deep and rumbling. “That was my easy nut." He grunted, standing to his full height, his horns scraping the ten foot tall ceiling, the things a duo of massive bull horns fit for a bull king. He reached down, his hand gripping the base of his cock and he was instantly hard again, pre dribbling out, pushing the rest of the cum from his previous orgasm out of his thick helmet.

“Time to put you fucking fags in your place where you belong. Under my nuts! Get over here and work my balls. I'll have plenty of bitch's lives to ruin with this beast. Get ready for this campus to become your gay haven. All the skanks on campus are going to drop out to take care of my brats. In the meantime, get to fucking work."

The two twinks fell over themselves, trying to get to Bryce. Ray slipped in a puddle of cum that was oozing out of Nick's worn hole and fell into the Bull's thigh. It was like face planting against concrete. Bryce didn't even feel it.

That night several noise complaints were filed, and it didn't stop Bryce from his fun. He had two fags now, and he was going to spread his harem soon enough. He was the alpha on campus now, just as it should be.

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