Tale 9-4 - If At First You Don't Succeed

Story by Smokescale Aquatos on SoFurry

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#45 of Treetop Shorts Collection

Vick and Bobby had a pretty strong relationship. So strong infact that Bobby had developed a strong fondness for devouring his boyfriend, specifically to feel him wriggling around in his sac. But then he had a reason for doing that, one that they had been working on for a while. Would this be the time that it finally stuck?

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"I dunno Bobby. I just don't know. It all sounds a little dangerous to me." Vick said. The tabby sat on the floor in front of his friend, a verdant-skinned lizard grinning down at him, seated in a chair.

"We've been over the whole process. I promise you'll be fine." Bobby said. He was running his fingers over the rather large shaft draped over one of his thighs.

Still somewhat flaccid, it was almost as long as his forearm, and just a little bigger around than. They were both naked, which was how they preferred it when at home.

"That's easy enough for you to say. How many times have you done it?" The cat frowned, his arms crossed.

"Look, you want the change, right? Well this is the easiest way I know." The reptilian fellow said.

Ever since the feline had admitted certain things, Bobby had been pushing to let him try this little trick on him. Understandably, Vick had been a little concerned. He trusted his friend, but the whole process sounded awfully sketchy.

"Alright, fine. Let's do it. But if it doesn't work-"

"It'll work!" Bobby interrupted.

He reached out and pulled the cat towards him, mashing their lips together in a passionate kiss. That was always the best way to silence his kitty's worries.

The feline melted into the kiss and reached up to wrap his arms around the slender lizard's waist, hugging him firmly one last time. Eventually, Vick's hands moved to his lover's groin, massaging that grand shaft he was so familiar with. That familiarity was about to become even more intimate. A quiet purr rumbled away in the orange cat's throat as he stroked his green boyfriend to readiness. The smooth, heated rod bumped against his chest, sliding up to press under his chin.

Vick chuckled feeling that eager monster throbbing against him. He wasn't quite sure how it would work, but if Bobby said it was possible, then who was he to argue? The cat dipped his head and parted his jaws. A powerful heat radiated out and filled the feline's maw as he eased the grand spire past his lips. And he didn't stop when it bumped against the back of his throat. A firm swallow saw the lizard's impressive shaft bulge the cat's throat outward. Vick let his greedy side get the better of him, pressing down all the way until his nose bumped against his lover's crotch.

Bobby shivered and smiled, stroking between his beloved's ears. He spread his thighs and reclined. A shiver ran up his spine as he felt Vick's hands reach up to fondle the two, huge orbs dangling over the edge of the cushion. The steady massage of the cat's throat was quite incredible, enough to send the lizard into a semi-conscious state.

With great hesitance, Vick retreated back up off the monster he had shoved down his gullet. It reached right into his stomach when he took the whole thing. He loved that. The tabby licked at the pulsing head once more and nuzzled the rod, wondering how to get started. He didn't have to wonder for long. The shaft yawned wide and closed on Vick's muzzle, consuming it just as easily as he had swallowed the cock now devouring him. He squirmed a little, letting out a quiet yelp of surprise. The scent of his boyfriend's seed was intense inside the fleshy passage. So strong in fact, Vick's eyes rolled back and he found himself dizzy. His form crumpled and relaxed. This made it easier for the lizard's to rod continue its work.

A firm 'gulp' saw the tabby's head vanish, sequestered in the hot, slick, salty tunnel. A large bulge formed in the underside of the enormous shaft, not unlike the bulge in Vick's throat when he swallowed it down, only much bigger. It slurped noisily over the cat's neck, reaching his shoulders easily and quickly. The head yawned open again, drawing them in without any visible sign of difficulty. Bobby was still lost in his little daze, grinning and shivering from time to time as he relished the act of consuming his boyfriend. He'd been fantasizing about this ever since they met.

Vick's world, now dark, humid, and spongy, continued to inch over him. He felt his chest soaked in sticky, clear ooze drooling out around him. It made the whole process that much easier. He let out a quiet moan as the reality of all that was happening finally weighed in on him. He was sliding down his lover's shaft and would curl up in his balls in only a few minutes. It seemed impossible, but with a 'twink' like Bobby, it was proving to be entirely possible. He didn't even need to push into the lizard's grasp. He was being drawn in without needing to assist.

The floor quickly became soaked in a puddle of sticky resin, the perimeter growing slowly as more of the cat was swallowed up. He was just about to his waist at this point. Vick's head now rest at the bottom of the gargantuan shaft, making it appear as if the lizard possessed a knot. Quietly, in the back of his mind, Bobby considered the idea of shoving Vick in, turning him around, and letting only his head back up to give the effect properly. He grinned wider imagining finding someone who'd let him plug them up with that 'knot'.

A hot surge of creamy ooze gushed up around the tabby's face. Bobby was enjoying his fantasy perhaps a little too much. He moaned gleefully as a sudden, sharp jerk tugged his lover in right past his rump. Vick's head was quickly shoved into the waiting chamber below, churning and swirling with a small lake of lizard seed. The cat gurgled helplessly as he was forced under. He wouldn't be able to get a clear breath for a little while. In the meantime, Bobby began stroking slowly along the sides of his oddly stretched rod. His hips rocked as he fell deeper into that fantasy of his. The more he indulged himself, the more greedy his cock seemed to become, slurping noisily as it gobbled up the cat.

Vick wiggled his toes fruitlessly in the air. He couldn't do anything but let gravity work on him. His knees were now ringed in phallic flesh, his downward slide quickening. Bobby's already impressive sac distended heavily, stretching without any trouble whatsoever. The feline's presence was clearly visible, his head, shoulders, the curve of his back, and soon, his bottom all could be seen through a layer of pale green flesh.

A few more lewd gulps and Vick's paws vanished. As if riding down a slide, he slipped and curled up. Finally, his head surfaced again and he gasped for air. It was done. He was in, completely and entirely. Bobby had claimed him. He shuddered as he let that thought roll over and over in his mind.

"I... I didn't think it was possible!" Vick moaned.

Bobby was speechless, slouching in his chair. His long, pointed tongue lolled out of his mouth. He pressed his feet against the giant bulge of his sac, rubbing over his boyfriend's shape through the flesh. His arms wrapped around his shaft and hugged it close. With Vick not available, he used himself as a substitute, wanting a passionate kiss. His lips sealed against the end of his own shaft, burying his tongue deep in the musky crevice. A few trickles of milky white gushed into his waiting mouth.

"Bobby?" Vick called out.

All he got in response was his boyfriend's moans and the constant rubbing of his feet.

The tabby shrank a little in his posture. The lizard was gone, lost in his fevered lust. This was it. No turning back now. Vick marveled at how comfortable he was. It was warm. The walls were soft and spongy. The foot-rubbing was rather nice too. Quickly, he found himself losing himself in it as well. The brief fear of drowning had sobered him, but the dizziness was returning, and in force. Vick fell silent while Bobby frenched his own shaft, content to do so for hours. The hidden cat didn't seem to notice or care as his hands and feet began to lose their structure. He was dissolving, just as he had been told would happen.

The loss of sensation slowly crept up his arms and legs, claiming his torso, then his head. His whole form grew loose and disorganized, and yet he still seemed to be able to think and--to a certain extent--feel. It was dull and imprecise, and he found it difficult to pull himself from a dream-like state of mind. It was as if the world around him was simply a fog with faint impressions of a more substantial existence.

Bobby never stopped licking about the inside of his length. His feet pressed more firmly against his heavy, engorged scrotum. He could feel it losing structure, turning more water-balloon-like with every passing moment. A loud gurgling churn came from the bloat spread on the ground and the lizard sighed, finally breaking the kiss.

"Mmm, step one, gobble kitty up with dick. Check." Bobby said with a grin as he managed to stand.

The heavy sac dangled down past his knees, sloshing loud enough to be heard across the room as he began to walk. He was aiming for the hallway to the bedrooms. Of course, only one of them was used as a bedroom. The other had been converted into the boys' personal sexual jungle gym.

"Step two, turn kitty into goo. Check." He gave the gurgling orbs a good squeeze between his thighs.

The lizard relished the weight and mass, quietly wishing he could hold onto this size even after this was all over and done with. Sure, he'd need a new wardrobe to conceal such an enormous package, but then shopping at specialty stores that catered to his 'body type' was always loads of fun. Emphasis on 'loads' usually.

He stepped into the playroom and crossed over to a special pump he'd bought just for the occasion. It looked like an oversized t-shirt cannon. A clear cylinder protruded from the device, just about large enough to handle his length. It was connected to a series of hoses and a long, rubber protrusion that clearly was an artificial member. Without a word, Bobby walked right up to it and guided his shaft into the cylinder, sealing the end against his groin. He shivered, then reached over to the rubber length. Taking it firmly in hand, he guided the rude device around behind him, hoisted his tail, then shoved it into the glistening petals concealed just behind his manly region. Vick wasn't going into his rump, or down his throat. No, Bobby had plans for him.

"Step three, squirt goo kitty into belly. Working on that." He grinned and hissed as he pushed down onto the dildo, since that was essentially all it was.

Bobby reached down and flicked a switch on the pump, commanding it to whirr to life. A powerful suction claimed the grand rod trapped in the cylinder. A new hiss escaped Bobby as he began humping furiously. He didn't care about trying to drag this out. He was interested in getting everything started properly.

Lewd slurps filled the room as he thrust his hips, along with grunts. Bobby clenched hard around the sizable rubber thing filling his womanly passage, flexing those muscles as he felt the rod push deeper, then retract. It hastened its pace quickly up to 'cruising speed' and the lizard yowled happily. In only a precious few moments, the clear cylinder was clouded with thick, white ooze, threatening to overflow out the top. The pump did a fine job of sucking everything down. The transparent tubes were suddenly filled with that same white, flowing along through the machine until it climbed its way up into the base of the rubber shaft pumping like a piston inside Bobby's tunnel.

A warm, powerful burst flooded the lizard's belly, stealing his breath away. The heat grew rapidly as the pump and hoses warmed from the seed flowing through. Steadily, Bobby's stomach stretched and swelled. He moved a hand to hold the growing dome. He panted hard, shivering as his legs began to quiver. This was always his favorite part of using the machine, only this time, he'd be stretching a great deal more than usual.

The bloated sac containing Vick's liquidous mass slowly shrank, returning back to a size consistent with what Bobby enjoyed before, though visibly larger. His belly had swollen to the point where it was clear he could have easily fit his kitty in when he was solid. Eventually, the white filling the cylinder and tubes was drained away, emptied into the lizard's belly.

Bobby hit the switch again and the pump fell silent. He panted desperately for breath, both hands now holding his bloated, gravid stomach. It gave easily under pressure, having taken on the water-balloon-like quality his balls had possessed only just moments ago. If only he could have both. Maybe in the future.

Carefully, the lizard removed himself from the cylinder and wiggled his hips. He could feel a warm trickle seeping down the inside of his thighs. The small lake sloshing around in his womb was leaking out. He knew he wouldn't be able to clench up hard enough to keep everything in, so he simply closed the valve on the rubber shaft and removed the hose. It would have to stay there and keep him nice and plugged up.

A shower came, giving Bobby time and reason to fawn over his gut. He squished it over and over, relishing the sensation. Once he was done, hours later, the lizard stepped out of the shower and sat down on the toilet. He reached over and collected a pregnancy test he had standing by and put it to use. A broad grin spread across his snout as the plus sign slowly faded into view. Kitty was properly seated and 'cooking'. He dried, then waddled his way to bed. The green fellow laid on his side, curled up around his stomach.

"Step three, check. Now to bake." Bobby mused, smiling to himself as he began to drift off.

Morning saw the green sprawled out across his bed, snoring quietly, belly standing above him as he lay on his back. When he woke, he rolled onto his side and examined the dome. It had lost its yielding squishiness. Now, it was firm, and it had grown a bit. Bobby smirked and sat up.

"Baking done. Glad to have you back, honey." The lizard said, rubbing over his swollen middle.

Bobby stood and hauled his heavy middle off to the bathroom. The shower saw him spend another hour or so lathering the dome up. When he finally was ready, Bobby tugged the 'plug' free of his tender folds. Immediately, he clenched up tight, purely out of reflex action. A powerful shiver ran up his spine as he felt his body start to eject the contents of his womb. The lizard plopped down on the shower floor and leaned back, legs parted wide. He moaned as the contractions came, and came quickly. He could feel Vick's head start to spread him open, and the pace quickened from there. In a matter of minutes, the tabby was poured out on the tile floor in between Bobby's legs.

The lizard pulled his feline lover into his arms and kissed his cheek. He was glad to have him back, but at the same time, he missed the various ways the kitty had made him feel full and heavy. Vick sputtered and coughed a little as he re-acclimated to the outside world, leaning back against his boyfriend.

"So... did it work?" The cat asked breathlessly.

Bobby moved a hand down to examine the feline's groin. There had been some size increase in his length and sac, a nice surprise, but when he looked further, he could find no evidence of a womanly cleft. The whole point of the trip was to turn him into a hermaphrodite like Bobby.

"Nope. Doesn't look like it. I guess that means we'll have to try again." The lizard grinned gleefully.

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