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The Bigger Bull

Part 2

By MaantaaBeast

Redd sat beside Marion, stroking the wonderfully soft fur on the fox's shoulders. They'd both dressed back in their underwear, but kept close enough that Marion's chubby side pressed against Redd. "Terrell and I went to college together. We were actually friends for a long time, took the same classes, hung out a lot." Redd began, leaving out the part of his attraction to the bigger bull. "We'd always go to the gym together, but the more we got into weightlifting the more competitive we were about it. I guess it was just us both being bulls, how could we not compare ourselves?" He sighed, trying not to get sad about those times. "Classes started putting more pressure on us, and it only got worse. I don't know, it made things weird between us, like, he'd always be looking me over, flexing when I was around, even outside the gym. It just sucks that he's always been bigger than me. Wouldn't be so bad if I could win for once." His shoulders drooped.

"I'm sorry Redd." Marion looked up and rested his chin on Redd's shoulder. "Can't fix the trouble between you two, but Otis can at least solve the last bit."

"Yeah." Redd huffed, trying not to look nervous. "How does the whole process work, anyway?"

"It's more of an art than a science." Marion reached into Redd's gym bag and pulled out the pen he used for tracking sets. He took the bull's big hand in his cute paws, splaying out the broad, calloused fingers. Marion wrote on Redd's palm, sending a little shiver down his arm, and leaving an address in blue ink. "You're free tonight, right?"

"That soon?" Red asked, peering into his hand.

"Do you want to wait?" Marion patted Redd's muscular thigh.

Redd shook his head.

"Then it's a date." Marion hopped off the bench and grabbed his shorts and shirt

where Redd had left them. The chubby fox dressed himself with as much hip-wagging as he could manage, stretching his arms up to show off his big, white-furred belly and pillowy chest. He glanced back at Redd. "I hope you like crocodiles as much as you like foxes." With a wink, Marion sauntered out of the locker room, leaving Redd excited and worried for the night, and rock hard between his legs.

"Just hope that crocodile doesn't eat me," Red said, mostly kidding.

Come the evening, Redd's heart raced as he walked up to Marion and Otis' house. The old walls, painted cream, seemed almost too small for someone Otis' size. He passed through a metal gate and into an intricately maintained garden. A menagerie of strange flowers, vines, and trees grew there, many of which Redd had never seen before, all centered around a big, murky pond. There was something disquieting about that dark water covered in duckweed, so he jogged past, up the stairs to the front door.

He was already getting warm in the evening sun; would it be rude to show up with his shirt off? There was no way Marion would mind, but Redd's shoulders were already tense when he thought about Otis. Even with Terrell, Redd could still hold his own in front of him, but that giant crocodile was something else. He hesitated to knock, trying to steady his breath.

"Admiring the doorknob?" Otis' heavy voice rumbled from behind him.

Redd nearly jumped, spinning around to see Otis' head emerging from the dark pond in the garden. Redd was at a complete loss for words. Water flowed in little rivulets down Otis' shiny scales, catching the sunlight all the way from his massive, meaty chest to the thick rolls of fat on his sides that shook and jiggled as one gargantuan leg stepped out of the water and slammed down on the ground. For a brief second, Redd's breath caught as he wondered if Otis was completely naked, but as the crocodile stepped closer to him, Redd could see the strained fabric of a pair of dark blue briefs, completely soaked. His mountainous stomach covered the front of them, though the briefs did manage to spread over most of his ass, and Redd couldn't help but notice the hefty bulge pressing against the fat ridge of Otis' belly.

"How's it going, Ribeye?" Otis took ponderous steps until he was towering over Redd, blotting out the sun completely with his wide frame. His teeth revealed themselves in a grin as he reached out to nudge Redd's chin with a single, curled sausage of a finger. "Did Marion wear out that big bull tongue of yours?" He pressed his other hand on the door, trapping Redd right up against him.

Despite himself, Redd took a deep breath of hot crocodile musk, completely overpowering the smell of pond water. His head started to swim, and he could feel the weakness in his knees as Otis' tail swished lazily on the stairs behind them. "I-" Redd tried to clear his throat and answer with a strong voice, but found himself faltering, "am I early?"

"Not at all." Otis draped his arm over Redd's shoulders, enclosing him in scales, muscle, and, most of all, fat. "Let this big crocodile help you feel welcome. Then we can have a nice sit-down. My legs are still sore after today's squats."

Redd imagined how it would feel to lift a body that heavy with just his legs. He looked down to find that even with both of his own combined, Redd paled in comparison to the tree trunks Otis walked on. "Yeah, of course." He agreed readily to whatever the

crocodile said, his lungs full of his enthralling scent. He started to feel comfortable for the first time around Otis, especially when he turned Redd around and gave him a heavy pat on the butt, ushering him inside.

"You've got some big haunches there, ribeye. Gonna be much bigger though." He called out as they entered, his voice resonating into Redd's chest to the point he could feel his ribs shaking. "Foxy boy! Our steak's here! Get outta that kitchen and help me be a good host."

Marion scampered through an empty doorway, still wearing his red underwear, with just an apron stretched over his belly. He wiped his hands down and beamed at Redd. "You came!"

"Well," Redd tried to rub his neck but found it impossible to move much with Otis' bulk pressing on him. The crocodile could have crushed him easily, if he wanted. Redd really should have worn stiffer pants, something that could hide his erection a little bit, at least. "I really couldn't turn down an offer like this."

"Of course he couldn't," Otis said with a satisfied huff. He pressed down between Redd's horns with his broad, blubbery chin. Redd looked closely at Otis' scales as the crocodile squeezed his chest, and found that a dark pattern wove between some of them. It was subtle, but Otis' forearms, shoulders, and even parts of his fattened back were marked with strange designs. "I want you to get comfortable, Ribeye. Let's sit you down right here." He brought Redd to an oversized couch and pushed him onto it.

Redd stared at the behemoth standing in front of him. He still couldn't quite believe how big Otis really was-definitely over a thousand pounds-and the thought of becoming like him made Redd shiver with excitement. "So," Redd said, "how big can you actually make me?"

"Well don't worry your pretty horns about it." Otis leaned down and cupped Redd's flank in his hand. "It takes a long time to get to my size. But I think for you... a couple hundred pounds of fatty, juicy beef filling you up?"

"Hundred?" Redd's mouth hung open in astonishment. "And... not just muscle, then?"

"You'll be needing both sorts to get really big." Otis squeezed his own fat side with a smile. He pulled away and looked Redd over like a slab of meat. It really was hard to tell how much Otis was kidding with all of his 'beef' talk. "Besides, most bulls could use a nice fattening."

Redd could feel the slickness in his underwear where his dick pressed them tight. The more he thought about it, the less he minded the idea of being a big, fat bull. He could walk into the gym like Otis, showing off his heavy body. And he would definitely be bigger than Terrell. Though, that wouldn't fix everything. "Do you think you could make me a little taller?"

Otis huffed and looked from Redd's legs to his shoulders. "What do you think, foxy boy?"

"I think we could massage a few inches onto him." Marion scratched his chubby neck. "Don't know if we can make you quite as tall as Terrell is, but we can get you close."

Redd perked up. "When do we start?"

A smile curled up Otis' snout. "That depends on how you want to do it. We can fill you up over dinner, or," a seductive growl resonated through the thick fat on Otis' neck, "we could do what that big bull meat of yours wants." He stared at Redd's dick, straining the fabric of his shorts.

Redd hadn't eaten anything since lunch, but he couldn't possibly think about food right then. He had two fat, handsome men dressed down to their underwear, both

looking hungrily at his body. "Yeah, let's-" Redd stammered, the words falling out of him- "let's do that one."

Otis stood Redd up in the middle of the room, covered in heavy sunlight from the window. The crocodile stepped up behind him, his hot breath pouring down the bull's thick neck. "Excited, bull boy?" He asked.

Redd nodded and looked down to where Marion was kneeling in front of him, deft, chubby fingers undoing the button of his shorts. The fox pulled down Redd's zipper and drew his nose right up to the hefty bulge jutting out. "I'd say so," he said.

"Guess you're getting your second chance at a taste," Redd said with a smile, which turned nervous when he felt Otis' big, scaly mitts reach up beneath his shirt. The crocodile's palms pressed against the small of his back, caressing his spine and the very root of his tail, and forcing him to bend over at a slight angle. "You've got quite the hands there," he stammered.

"No need to get all tense, Ribeye." Otis leaned in and lowered his toothy snout to Redd's ear. "This crocodile takes good care of all of his big boys. Mmm," He rumbled, broad fingers running through the little lines and valleys of Redd's muscular back, "what a prime bull you are. I can't wait to soften this all up. Think you can lift those strong arms over your head for me?"

Redd did as he was told. "Can I ask, have you done this to a lot of guys before?" His vision went dark when Otis bunched up his shirt and pulled it along the length of his arms, undressing him.

"This and more," Otis said proudly. He massaged Redd around the shoulder blades. "Ooh, you're awfully tough here, aren't you? Such a strong boy." He reached around to Redd's front, wrapping one hand around his neck and chin, and the other squeezing hard on his chest. "Might need to start milking these after you get all big. But I

doubt you'll be complaining." He snapped his teeth and gnawed on Redd's ear for a second, pulling back with a line of saliva. "I got a special love for fattening up mammals. Of course, scales belong on hefty curves too, but you all just look so completely soft when you get fed right, warm under your fur and heavy padding." He pressed a thumb around Redd's nipple, sending a gentle heat through his chest. "Plus, these get big and tender, like your body's rewarding you. Mother Nature made you all to be full, lazy, fatties. Taken care of by big reptiles like me." Otis squeezed his belly around Redd's back, and the crocodile's dick pressed against Redd's ass; even through two layers of cloth, Redd felt the size of Otis' spear. "And I couldn't agree with her more. So, someone's got to fat you furry boys up all warm and buttery."

Redd's breath picked up, though he couldn't think of anything to say to that. He did feel a bit like butter in the crocodile's hands. He glanced down at Marion, whose neck was comforted in rolls of fat, his whole body soft and chubby; he found it hard to argue Otis' point, especially after having his own hands on that fox.

Marion pulled Redd's shorts down and nudged him to lift his feet out of them, leaving the bull in just his underwear. He didn't take them off, though. Otis stepped back and turned Redd around to face him, before pushing down on the bull's shoulders until he was on his knees. "Let's start simple, a little warm up." Otis guided Redd's hands beneath the heft of his belly, the smooth scales caressing his forearms with the weight of his fat behind them.

Redd found the tight elastic of Otis' briefs, which were still damp from the pond. He curled his fingers around the top of them and tugged down. The crocodile's dick sprang free, nearly reaching Redd's face. He stared, wide-eyed for a second. Otis wasn't just long, but as thick as Redd's forearm, a heavy masculine spire over a pair of mango-sized balls. Thick, bountiful folds of foreskin flowed over the head; Redd had never seen so much on one guy, and the wide ridge of it was shiny with Otis' precum.

Redd's hands trembled at the strength of Otis' wonderful musk, heavy on every bit of air he breathed. "I don't know if I can take all of it," Redd murmured.

"Nobody said you had to, Ribeye." Otis stroked him firmly beneath the horns. "You do whatever you want."

Redd let out a chuff of pleasure and tried to wrap a hand around Otis' shaft, though he couldn't possibly touch fingers with one hand. He'd sucked a few dicks before, but usually he could just rely on his big bovine mouth to swallow them completely.

A sudden tingling raced up from the top of Redd's rump as Marion slipped his hands under the back of Redd's underwear. The fox pressed his face against Redd's back and licked him in long, languid motions, occasionally teasing a bit of skin with his pointy teeth. He squeezed Redd's meaty backside and whispered in his ear, "Play with the skin. He's sensitive."

Redd didn't need to be told twice. He moved both hands to the ridge of Otis' foreskin, squeezing to get a grip despite the slickness of it. He started by tugging in either direction, stretching out the skin with a shining strand of precum hanging between both sides.

Otis growled. "Good bull."

Redd could see the broad head of Otis' dick, buried deep in the cavernous skin and practically swimming in clear, musky fluid. But he kept to Marion's advice and started to run one thumb along the foreskin's ridge. Otis' arms shook with a heavy breath, and he gripped tight to Redd's horns as the bull swiped his thumb on the tender inside. "Use that big tongue, bull," the crocodile said, guiding Redd's head forward.

Redd opened his mouth and slipped his jaws around the top of the skin. He sucked more of those heavy folds past his teeth until his chin was soaked in precum from the inside. He slipped his tongue into that warm foreskin, licking hungrily at it, the soft sounds of slurping interspersed with deep bovine grunts. Otis' every breath came

with a horny bellow, barely contained behind his fat throat; his legs rocked forward, forcing Redd to move in tandem with them.

Behind him, Marion thrust against Redd's lower back, moving his hips from the base of Redd's tail to the crest of his ass; they both still had their underwear on, but the fox's slow humping was hardly dry. He painted a shiny line on the bull, and his careful hands brushed against Redd's restrained dick, making him desperate to fully strip.

In his excitement, Redd started to gnaw on Otis' foreskin, squeezing and rolling it between his flat bovine teeth. When Otis let out a monstrous grunt, Redd was worried he'd gone too hard, but instead, the crocodile grabbed his snout and urged his jaws to keep working on the thick mouthful.

"Otis, don't go too far." Marion panted, though he struggled to say it. "We still need to get everything ready."

"Just another minute." Otis stared down at Redd. "Fuck, bull boy, with a mouth like that we gotta make you fat enough to match it."

Redd smiled and tried to mumble something, but his cheeks were far too stuffed. So he just tugged softly with his neck, stretching and toying with Otis' foreskin. He reached up with one hand and cupped the crocodile's balls, even if they far overfilled his palm. They were hot and heavy in his hand, and he could practically feel the churning of potent seed inside them. He wondered if he'd be able to swallow all of it.

After a few more moments of sucking, Redd's chin lifted as Otis patted him on the cheek, his breath heavy. "Alright Ribeye, take a second and rest that jaw. Marion, go get the draught ready."

Redd breathed deep and collapsed back onto his butt, staring dazed at the massive crocodile. "Was that alright?" He asked.

"Don't think this is the last time we'll bring you home." Otis tweaked his ear.

After a minute, Marion returned with two jars full of what looked like a thick pink smoothie. He handed the larger of the two to Otis. "Here's to big bulls." Marion grinned. They clinked glasses and drank.

Otis took his time, seeming to purposefully tip the jar too far and get some of the drink on his hand. His eyes wandered up and down Redd's body as the bull got back to his feet, probably imagining what he'd look like with so much more meat on him. Redd himself tried, but had a hard time really believing any of the images in his mind.

Marion finished his drink and stepped behind Redd, finally pulling the bull's briefs down to the floor. The fox rubbed Redd's backside softly. "Hey Redd, I've never mounted a bull before. Do you think, when you're as big as you want to be, I could try?"

He wasn't expecting that from the chubby little fox. Otis leaned in and swayed his meaty tail. "He likes to climb on top of big beasts like us." He shot Marion a teasing glance. "Guess he wants to see if bull ass feels anything like crocodile."

"Do mountain climbers stop at one?" Marion asked. He rolled his shoulders. "You can think about it, Redd. I'd say it's time we gave Mr. Bull his wish."

"Sure is." Otis grabbed Redd by the shoulders and they turned together towards the couch. "But one thing, foxy boy," he stared possessively down at Marion, "you want to put a little more blubber in that pretty chest of yours?"

Marion paused, squeezing one of his own moobs happily. "I always want to fill up your hands better."

Otis raised his hand to Redd's mouth, still covered in the thick liquid they'd drunk. Redd lapped it up with his tongue, huffing at the heavy, creamy taste of it. A moment after he swallowed, a tantalizing warmth poured down from his belly and into his loins. He was so distracted by the sensations that he almost didn't notice Otis' hands grab him by the thigh and the flank. He wheezed as the crocodile hefted him from the

ground with ease and tossed him over one shoulder, leaving his butt and tail exposed. "Tell me, Ribeye, you ever tried docking before?"

"Uh, no I don't think so." The idea sent a flush to his cheeks.

"The big crocodile will take the lead," Otis rumbled, rubbing his hand up and down Redd's thigh. "And don't worry, the couch is soft."

"What?" Redd sucked in a breath as Otis lurched forward and dropped him without warning. He slammed into the couch cushions, sinking deep with all of his weight hitting at once. But true to Otis' word, they were soft enough to break his fall. He caught his breath. "My blood was already pumping."

Otis grabbed Marion by the scruff of his neck, carefully setting him on top of Redd's chest so that the fox's chubby legs hung over Redd's side. Before Marion could do anything, Otis grabbed the elastic of his boxers and swiped them away, leaving the fox's dick to rise up, right in front of Redd's snout. He was close enough to see the wet sheen inside Marion's foreskin, a little glistening crown on his tower. "Can't leave our handsome foxy boy out of the fun." Otis patted Marion on the head and shifted his own weight.

Redd ogled every curve and pound of soft, heavy crocodile flesh as Otis lifted a leg and slammed it down on the couch, matching the other side so that his immense thighs penned in Redd's legs. He fell forward, and for a brief moment, Redd held his breath in case the entire weight of this behemoth crushed him into the couch. But instead, Otis' hands planted on either side of Redd's neck. He'd reached an arm around Marion, squeezing the fox's cute face up against his armpit and full, powerful chest. Redd just couldn't help it; he reached up and took two handfuls of Otis' moobs. They were actually heavy in Redd's grasp. How much had the crocodile eaten to become so full and tantalizing?

"Be a good bull and maybe later I'll let you feel just how much of me there really is." Otis relaxed his limbs, weighing Redd down with the heft of his fattened belly, like an industrial size bag of flour.

"Do you think both of you could lay on me, once Redd's bigger?" Marion asked, muffled though his voice was through pounds of crocodile.

"One of these days he'll be as flat as a flapjack." Otis grinned and lowered his toothy snout to Marion's dick, which stood perfectly between him and Redd. "Not today, though, eh Ribeye?" He beckoned to Redd with a bend of the neck. "I'll give you the first lick."

Redd leaned forward and pressed his wide, bovine tongue against the base of Marion's thick, shorter dick. He covered as much of it as he could, licking to the very top where his tongue teased Marion's tip, and the ridge of sensitive skin protecting it. Marion's toes curled against Redd's side, and a soft whine faded through Otis' chest; Redd could just make out Marion's snout squeezed against the crocodile.

Before Redd could pull back, Otis leaned forward, trapping both Redd's snout and Marion's dick under his own powerful jaws. He opened his mouth, and a monster of a tongue slithered out, dense, pink, and nearly dripping with saliva. Otis pressed his tongue against Redd's, completely engulfing Marion's dick in a warm, wet cage.

Redd's snout nearly touched Otis's, and his eyes partially shut at the sensation of the crocodile's tongue overpowering his own. Otis had left the tip of Marion's meat to Redd, so he could taste the fox's sweet precum dribbling out with every bit of pressure and movement against him.

Marion took a deep breath, though all of his air had to be hot and crocodile-flavored. His chubby fingers gripped at Redd's arm; he was already getting close.

Redd lapped up another tongue-full of precum, and a familiar warmth sparked in his belly. He let out a nervous, "Moo," as the heat soaked out of his stomach and started to course down the muscles of his arms and legs, pooling in his chest and ass, and even brushing his chin and cheeks. His thighs started to press against each other tighter than they'd done before, but when he tensed them, he could still feel a small layer of softness covering his muscle. Fat. Being squeezed between a couch and a crocodile, his rump spread out as it grew until the edges of it touched Otis' knees. He had just enough space to move his arm and grasp at his own chest, though he had to slip it between himself and Otis. His pec filled his fingers with much more ease, less firm now.

His heart pounded against his ribcage, but he only licked harder at Marion's dick, as if it were a spigot.

While Redd's body filled with that warmth, Otis lifted an arm and reached between both of their legs. "Those hips might be getting heavier, but I bet I can still get them bucking." The crocodile grabbed Redd's rock-hard dick. His fingers gripped Redd's soft foreskin, shiny scales sending shivers down his legs where they slipped inside. He pulled slowly, rolling the skin down Redd's equipment until his head was completely exposed.

Redd tried to look past the mountain of crocodile covering him to see what Otis was doing, but found that his view was completely blocked.

In place of his own skin, something new covered Redd's dick. Otis wrapped his foreskin easily over half of Redd's meat, slathering it in crocodile precum to the point that slick little rivers flowed down Redd's dick and onto his hips. Redd's eyes drew wide at the sensation, as he continued to slurp on Marion.

Otis took a moment to collect his heavy breath. "You haven't seen anything yet, fatty bull." He returned his tongue to Marion as well, but slipped it beyond to lap at Redd's mouth in the same motion. Otis' massive thighs lifted as he pulled the weight of

his hips off Redd, the couch creaking under him. He started to thrust in slow, rhythmic motions, each time rubbing his own broad head against Redd's.

Redd tried to match his rhythm, completely taken by the heat of fucking Otis' foreskin. His hips jerked up, unused to the weight of his new thigh fat. The warmth radiating throughout his body flashed where Otis touched him, completely overwhelming his loins with racking pleasure. His moans bled into loud moos, muffled by Marion's dick.

Marion let out a desperate murmur, and Otis huffed. "Close, foxy boy?" His hips continued to rock, now with enough intensity to make his broad tail slap against the fat of his ass.

"Yes." Marion panted.

Otis took his hand away from his and Redd's dicks for a moment. He set his palm on the back of Redd's head and guided him forward until his broad snout reached all the way down to Marion's plump balls.

Redd didn't know exactly how big this was going to make him, but he sucked greedily on the fox's stubby meat, tongue flexing back and forth to stretch the skin down and play with all the sensitive bits.

Marion grabbed one of his horns and gasped, spilling his warm cum down Redd's throat. Redd grabbed his rump and pumped all he could out of the cute fox; he kept going even as Marion squirmed and whined, until his last drop.

Finally, Redd slid his mouth off of him and took a deep breath. As his lungs filled with air, his arms and belly started to sweat in a strange heat. He tried flexing, and though the definition of his muscles was already hidden under soft padding, he could feel the weight of their new mass. He looked down to watch his middle expand; at first, he wondered if he might just keep a rounded muscular core, but then the shape of his abs vanished as if someone was pouring melted fat right into him, stretching him out with pounds and pounds of a new, heavy paunch. "Whoah," he said, mouth hanging open.

"Sounds like you're happy with your start." Otis grinned at him, yellow crocodile eyes devouring every inch of the newly-fattened bull. "Go on, give it a feel."

Redd reached for his belly, which now was as wide as his shoulders, rising above him in a warm mound and framing his sides with his first rolls of blubber. He spent a moment staring at his fingers first, which were starting to look more like Otis' fat sausages. He was still shocked when he grabbed a handful of his middle; it was so soft. Redd gave himself a shake, and the heavy jiggling of his fat belly rippled out into his thighs and the hefty moobs that now made up his chest.

Otis grabbed two handfuls of bull flank, drool slipping between his teeth. For a moment, Redd's heart raced at the sight of a massive crocodile looming over him, pinning him down, grabbing tight to his soft, heavy fat. That primal fear mixed and churned with his arousal, leaving him in a daze. Otis leaned forward and licked along Redd's side, following the shape of his beefy curves, until his tongue stopped on one of the bull's nipples; in all the excitement of his growing body, Redd hadn't noticed his nipples expand, round and soft and pink. He shuddered as Otis started to suck on his breast. He'd never been very sensitive there before, but now it made his neck arch back in rapture. "I should have played with your chest more, Marion." Redd huffed.

"There's still time." Marion drew in closer and stroked his thumbs on Redd's neck, and under his chin. They'd both grown soft and full with the weight, giving Marion enough to play with. He even squeezed the sides of Redd's snout, showing off the chub in his cheeks. "Your face is so cute like this. You're going to look like such a big softie when Otis finishes with you."

Otis let Redd's moob fall from his mouth with a little ripple of fat, a few strands of saliva still trailing between his teeth and that crest of Redd's flesh. "Speaking of, come here and help me fuck this bull, foxy boy," Otis ordered.

Marion crawled eagerly between them until he could lick at Redd and Otis where their dicks rubbed against each other; his tongue ran stripes of warmth along Redd, while the fox's hands pressed into his thigh fat, squeezing and kneading in a way that made the reality hit him. Redd really was a fat bull now, and he wasn't finished yet. Though, he was close.

Otis had resumed his pumping, gripping the skin that smothered Redd's dick to make every thrust tight against the bull's hardness; a slick, heavy sound slapped out between the crocodile's grunting.

"Otis-" Redd shuddered at the feeling of Marion's tongue slipping between their foreskins to tease his head. "I'm almost there."

A brilliant smile grew on Otis' snout. "Let's get foxy boy some beef then." He released Redd's dick, and in the same fluid motion guided it into Marion's snout. The fox couldn't take all of him, so Otis brought a hand to Redd's root and pumped.

Marion let out a staggered whine, and one more squeeze of Redd's growing body was enough to light all the kindling in the bull's body. He held tight to Otis' flanks, while his body shuddered and his hips pressed against Marion, filling his fat cheeks with thick white ropes. He could feel the motion of Marion's tongue as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful.

In the rapture of it, Redd almost didn't notice Otis lurching forward and bringing his own hips up close to the bull's head. Redd's mouth opened without thinking, and he took most of Otis' thick mast until it pressed into his throat. "Not your first time, huh?" Otis laughed, gripping Redd's horns. "Hope you're thirsty, moo."

Redd shut his eyes and relaxed his jaws, letting Otis slide back and forth as much as he wanted through his snout. He reached around and put his hands on the scaled expanse of Otis' ass, feeling the weight of his body and the jiggle in his fat as the powerful muscles worked far underneath. Redd grabbed hold and urged him forward, wanting more of the salty, throbbing beast in his mouth.

"I knew you liked my big body the first time you looked at me," Otis growled with a heavy tone of satisfaction and the encroaching waver of orgasm not far away. "Get a good feel; you're gonna be fucking heavy too, a king's feast worth of fat beef on these big bones of yours."

Red moaned, half from the thought, half from his mouth being stuffed full.

Otis dug his knees into the sides of Redd's new moobs, no more words coming from his throat. A crocodilian roar grew and escaped from him, as he curled forward and slammed his hips rapidly up against Redd.

With the crocodile trapping his entire upper body in his massive form, Redd could only sputter and gulp. Otis' cum crashed like waves into Redd's mouth, heavy and strong in their salty, musky taste. Redd lost track of the seconds, though he knew that every drop he drank would make him bigger, meatier, just like he wanted.

Eventually, he sucked and slurped on Otis' dick, milking the last few pumps from the crocodile. Otis rubbed the top of his head and slowly pulled away, his meat flopping down between his thighs, dripping in shiny cum and bull saliva. "You're one hungry boy, Ribeye."

"I can feel it," Redd murmured minutes later, an intense heat flowing through his body, down the tips of his fingers to the center of his stomach. He lay on the couch, while Otis sat on the far end, legs spread wide, head back, arms stretched possessively across the back of it, above both Redd and Marion.

Marion was nestled against Redd, his back squishing down into the bull's fat. "Me too." His eyes were shut and he had a tired smile on his snout.

Redd reached out and fondled Marion's chest; the creamy fat was finer than anything he'd touched before, and even as he held those fox moobs they plumped up with threads of warmth. Marion's belly seemed to crest a bit wider, and his butt weighed just a bit heavier on Redd's legs. Redd had done that. His stomach fluttered at the thought.

"You're warm." Marion rubbed his head against Redd's chest, relishing the heat pouring off of him.

Redd's breath came quickly, his hands trembling.

"Nervous?" Otis asked, tilting his head towards him.

"A little." Redd tried to downplay it, but already he could feel his muscles growingsore and starting to expand.

Otis reached over and rubbed his leg softly. "Most folks get overwhelmed, but you'll see how good it feels. And lucky you, you're already lying down. These legs of yours aren't used to the weight yet, don't want you falling on your big butt." The way Otis glowered at his hips, Redd wasn't sure he meant that.

"Deep breaths," Marion cooed, curling up as if Redd was his bed. "You don't have to move a muscle."

Redd counted between each breath, but quickly found it unnecessary. As his body grew, the weight pressing him heavier into the couch, he calmed. The pleasant soreness settled into his muscles, proving the strength he'd soon have, and a deep comfort came with the soft fat filling him out.

He craned his head forward to watch his breasts expand into overstuffed pillows under Marion's head; Redd mood softly at the pleasure of the fox pressing on him there.

Crests of fat grew to surrounded his muscular neck, matching the new softness of his face.

Otis got up and crouched beside where Red lay, taking hold of his arm and appraising it. "Bet you'll be able to lift right alongside that other bull now."

Redd's eyes widened in astonishment at the sheer width of his arm. He tested it, stretching and flexing. The flesh wobbled when he moved quickly, and though he couldn't see any definition, the heft of his muscle was unmistakable.

All the while, his belly spilled outward and rose like a mound of fuzzy brown dough, a few rolls of fat reaching over the edge of the couch, along with his heavy thighs. "Come on, let's see this new bull." Otis grasped Redd under the armpits and lifted, his hands digging deep into the bull's moobs and arms. Despite how much Redd weighed now, Otis was more than strong enough to get him to his feet.

"Whoa!" Redd blurted, falling against Otis' chest at the sudden sense of how much more of himself he was carrying around.

"You'll get used to it," Marrion assured him, landing on his feet as he slid off Redd's stomach. The fox stepped back and stared at Redd, smile shining, barely even remembering to blink. "Hello, Mr. Bull," he purred.

Redd took the chance to look himself over; he wasn't prepared for such a drastic difference. Not only was he wide as a barn, but his sculpted, lean form had become a curvy mountain of bull, all the way from his fat neck to his inviting hips. He looked over his shoulder as Otis took a handful of his rump, patting the soft, generous ass over which his little tail flicked excitedly. He shifted his legs, the heat of arousal returning with the ripple of motion that followed his thighs up to the crest of his belly, and into his sensitive chest. He relished the feeling so much that he forgot to adjust his balance for the new weight, and tripped over his own feet. He fell with a hard thud, belly flattening out beneath him.

"You okay, Ribeye?" Otis asked.

"Oof, Yeah, I guess all this broke my fall." Redd took a deep breath and planted his hands on the floor, trying to push himself up. He weighed more now than he could ever have lifted before, and though it took some grunting effort, his new muscle could manage it. Before he could get up to his knees, though, Otis planted his foot between Redd's shoulders and pressed him back down.

"You wanted to be taller, didn't you?" Otis lowered to his knees and planted both hands on Redd's spine, one where he'd stepped, the other on his lower back. He pressed hard into Redd, earning little cracks and pops.

A strange, invigorating cool spread from Otis' fingers, and Redd's breath escaped him for a moment. He'd become familiar with the sensation of his body growing, and spread out his arms and legs to let Otis do whatever he needed to.

"Good bull." The crocodile tweaked his tail playfully, and gradually began to put more and more of his weight on Redd, until the bull was completely, helplessly pinned underneath.

Marion got down on the floor with him, lying close so that their snouts nearly touched. "So, are you glad you took us up on our offer?"

Redd gasped as his spine stretched another centimeter. "It's... it's more than I imagined. I didn't think about how good my body would feel like this. But, god, people aren't even going to recognize me."

"Oh I don't know, your cute face might be all chubby now, but you're still that handsome bull from the gym." Marion reached out and scratched behind his little bovine ear. "Though, expect some surprised faces for the next couple weeks."

"And some envious ones," Otis said, as he finished his work. However, he didn't release Redd, rather lowering himself on top of him. He ran his tongue along Redd's neck, catching a roll of fat under his chin with a couple sharp, hungry teeth. He began to

nibble all round Redd's face, leaving trails of crocodile saliva over his snout. Otis stuck his tongue far into Redd's mouth with long, unrelenting kisses. "You're awfully tasty, Ribeye."

Redd's nervousness returned, until he felt Otis' dick pressing against his ass.

"But," Otis sighed, finally getting up and freeing him from the floor, "gotta let my little fox try you first."

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