============================================================= Sk8r-dreams "guest episode" by amalamute@hotmail.com Thanks to reaver27@hotmail.com for permission to contribute to the series. All his warning apply: Foreward: Don't read this if you're not allowed to by someone or some law....blah blah blah ============================================================= Following Neil's transformation and initiation, James decided that the former fag-hater had earned a juicier place amongst his harem. Later that evening he made some adjustments to the strawberry blond slut and invited him back to James' own room.
Despite an afternoon of almost constant submission to every rigid prick in the house -- and there were no shortage of those -- Neil seemed more than ready to offer himself up to James.
"Not just yet dude -- I've got some changes in store for you".
Neil paled: "You're not going to make me, ugh " -- he grimaced -- " a girl.. again are you? Although I'll take your cock any way I can get it"
James laughed, and laid his thumb on Neil's mouth. "No I'm going to make more of a man out of you. How do you feel like getting through puberty in one night?"
He took Neil's gaping mouth as an invitation and drawing the gay-boy to his own powerful frame, he sucked deeply on the delicate tongue. This was the first trigger for a series of slow changes that would occur through a night of increasing intense fuck-magic. A fine sandy down began to appear below Neil's slim waist, chiefly concentrated around his already very mature cock but also evident on his butt and legs. A few wisps of darker hair also began to creep up to the navel.
Over succeeding hours, as James ruthlessly teased Neil's developing body, the slender frame began to fill out into that of an athletic youth. James nibbled and tongued the flat-nipples as they rose above magnificently defined pectorals; repeated exercising of the ripe ass saw it bloom into a succulent bubble-butt. Neil's growing strength finally approached that of James and the two grappled hungrily at each other as their triangular torsos engaged.
"Geez man" Neil gasps once in exhilaration, and then again at sound of the sexy baritone voice generated by his new untiring ball sacs "- this has been a wild night". His back arched as he sat astride James, clenching his buttocks around James equally untiring prong. James reached forward and sucked energetically on Neil's granite-like cock, teasing the cockhead again and again until Neil -- delirious with pleasure - fell forward to stop him momentarily. James took the chance to grab pull Neil face down into his left armpit to savour some changes James had made to himself.
James' musky under arm odour now had the stimulating effect of a amyl jolt. He held Neil's nose there long enough to set off some more changes. The almost too-pretty Neil needed an edge to set him off from the other muscle-boys waiting just outside. The still-boyishly-short hair now began to snake out to a greater length of thick red-auburn hair that now ended between his shoulder blades.
Neil sat back up, his head still swimming from the intense stimulation to his sinuses, and caught a reflection of himself in one of the strategically placed mirrors James had placed around the room. His eyes now seemed to have a slightly Eurasian cast to them, his lips were fuller and his now golden-brown left pec had a tattoo of Astroboy firing away from the nipple. A pair of thick gauge silver ear rings finished out the set. Looking back down he saw that James had a tattoo of Kimba the lion on his own breast. He began to cum merely at the thought of how unbearably sexy the two of them seemed together.
That was all he had time to register before he became conscious of James' cock, still possessing him. The two embraced with open mouths as James finally decided to let go, and the two spunks held each other as wave after wave of expelled cum shook itself into Neil's welcoming ass.
******* When James emerged from his room the next morning he found a hastily penned note stuck to the door.
"Surf's up! We've all headed down to one of the beach cottages to get away from the noise you two animals were making. Next time don't lock the door -- we want in! Your ass is mine when I see u next. Your luv-buddy -- Nick PS Lick, suck, shoot".
James smiled - almost with relief. After waking up to find Neil's devilishly sexy features buried in his groin, and following that up with an hour of serious sex play, he appreciated the quiet.
He threw on some loose grey track pants, and grabbed some fruit, then plonked himself down at his desk to let his imagination run a bit further. He idly switched on the TV to see what morning `toons were still running. The jarring loudness of an ad-break ends, as an episode of "Skater Cats" resumes. This is an old fave of James, who always wished that he could skate like the feline four who fight street crime on souped up boards. Now that he can skate, his attention turns to their powerful figures -- not that he wasn't always secretly turned on by those... Idly playing with his nipple he remembers the Kimba tattoo he placed on his chest last night...and an idea starts to form.
Despite the pleasures of the previous night, James is hooked on using his power in new ways. Perhaps he should grab some new bods in while the gang are out to experiment in some new wilder hornier directions.
James dresses quickly, grabs his board and leaves a note for Neil to join the others at the beach cottage. A little nudge in his file and there isn't much choice for Neil. He heads down to a rink in a nearby neighbourhood.
When he gets there the rink is deserted and he puts in some time on some trickier moves, losing himself in the exhilaration of leaps and turns. After some time he becomes aware of a group of 3 guys sitting on a bench, talking and laughing amongst themselves -- but from the way they're pointing in his direction, he gets the impression they're making fun of him. James spun off the ramp and headed in their direction. As he got closer he recognized them as some jock-types from his school, a couple of years ahead of him. Until his recent transformation, James would have done anything to become like these guys, but now he's passed them on a hot-rocket to horn heaven.
"Got a problem -- guys?" He draws out the last word with a hard, angry `z'.
One of them -- Michael as he recalls, an all round sportsman with close-cropped black air, is quick to reply: " I think you're the one with a problem. Get yourself a real sport. This skateboard stuff is a dead-end, made for dead-enders." The others snort in agreement. "Don't I know you?" says another, Tim, a burly sandy-haired footballer with piercing green eyes. James shrugs it off: "You should recognize a great skater when you see one." "Yeah right, whatever". The last one pipes up. Scott, a swarthy islander from up north, is slightly smaller than the others but the school's champion runner for several years. "...and how many minutes does it take before you're a great skater?" He smiles at his own remark. All three wait for James to reply.
James is tempted to snarl a response, but his 160-IQ has already mapped out some possibilities. He makes an offer "well I guess you hotshot types could master some moves pretty quickly with the right teacher". Nods from two of the guys. "Why don't you come around to my place" -- he hands Michael a piece of paper with the address -- "in about an hour? I've got some great videos and a projector TV to watch them on. You pick what you want to learn and I'll make you a wiz at it by the end of the day."
The offer seems too outrageous to refuse, although the paper passed between them has been created by James to trigger acceptance. A chorus of grunted OKs brings a wry grin to James' face, and he races home to open a new set of files.
******* At home, James makes some changes to the layout -- an additional TV room is now fitted out with a long curved modular lounge, and state of the art projection equipment with a screen built into the wall. A large mirror masks a one-way window from James computer console. He opens a set of files for Michael, Tim and Scott and sketches out some basic changes. His experience with designing special triggers for Neil's changes the previous night has prepared him for some more elaborate cues to work on the unsuspecting man-meat about to enter his lair. A boner starts poking its way out of the top of James pants, he moistens it with his tongue and slowly manipulates it as he keys in further changes for himself.
Exactly an hour after making his offer, the doorbell begins to ring loudly. James reluctantly packs his cock away -- for a short time only, he knows; and greets them at the door. As they enter, he sees they have gone home to change into more athletic attire, not exactly suited to skating but sexy nonetheless -- shorts, T's or tanks and plenty of tasty flesh on display.
"Surprised you turned up dudes -- glad you could come -- just this way" He herds them into the new TV room and gestures to the lounge. The TV is on, with "Skater Cats" playing silently -- James has a CD playing loudly. "Sit, hang, I'll get some drinks".
Back at his console, James observes as Tim and Michael sit a few feet apart in the centre of the lounge, while Scott moves up to the screen, at first impressed by the equipment, then unimpressed by the onscreen action. "What's this -- kiddie time?"
"Not the sort of pussy I like" Michael suggests, but sits back into the lounge.
"What's with the tight pants on that tiger dude" scoffs Scott.
"They seem kind of cool to me" says Tim, surprising himself. The others turn their attention to him in greater surprise. His comments are supported by a very definite bulge. He begins kneading his covered boner, breath shortening as his hair begins to stand on end. Tim's torso begins to expand and push beyond the confines of his oversize tank. His loose shorts now cling to muscular thighs in a manner very similar to "the tiger dude". Michael leans in to inspect the changes, and as he grabs Tim's arm, notices that it also has become more muscular, and has begun to become covered in short black fuzz.
"Tim, Michael -- what's happening to you guys?" Scott is momentarily unaware of his own muscle growth, and that his long hair has begun to shorten and simultaneously spread across his body. He holds his hands up in front of his face and sees that the hair is sandy with black splotches in places, while his nails have begun to thicken and lengthen.
Tim stands, and watches as his transformation into a tiger man continues. His face becomes more feline in appearance, while his orange body hair is marked with the expected black stripes.
"I'm getting hairs on the palms of my hands" Michael moans, as he morphs into a pwoerfully built panther man. His chest has burst through his tee, and he has removed his shoes and socks to accommodate developing claws.
James watches with fascination as leopard, panther and tiger men react to the muscular development that has accompanied the more unusual physical changes. Meantime James has allowed himself to become a lion man, - a velour-like covering of sandy fur covers his body, and a luxurious mane of dreadlocks has erupted -- not as full as a real mane, but copying the hip style of the skating lion man. He joins the three to find them standing in different poses, flexing, flicking their new tails and blinking in surprise with their great cat eyes at their friends. Their bodies were still essentially human, but the addition of wild feline qualities made them appear definitely only fit for an adult audience.
They stare at James as he stands before them, proud and imposing. A majestic black superhuman-looking cock stands above the tan hair around his groin. Tim's tongue hangs out as he gawps at James, a definite bulge in his own pants. Hmmm, James thinks, this one was a closet case before I started working on his file.
"Tim why don't you see how Scott is doing, and I'll check Michael." James heads for the slightly panic stricken panther, and with one claw rips off the remaining clothing. He growls and displays his fangs, and bringing Michael closer, drives his powerful velvety tongue into one ear while simultaneously fondling the rapidly growing black panther man's cock. Michael makes a sound mid way between growl and purr at the combined effect. James turns him around, and plants 10" under Michael's tail, feeling his heavy hairy balls scrape against the black fur of the muscular butt.
Hearing more growls, James turns to see that Tim has pushed Scott face forward onto the lounge and has buried his long tongue in the leopard butt, lapping at it while Scott writhes ecstatically, muscles gracefully rippling under the ferocious onslaught of Tim's pent-up desire. Around the room, newly-sensitized nostrils flare as the overwhelming male musk incites them to a frenzy of lust.
James bites into Michael's neck, sucking the taut muscles in a way that he knows will stimulate that erogenous zone. Further changes have seen Michael's ears gradually move to the top of his head, where they are now flattened back against the black furred skull in submission. His tail dances in rhythm to James' powerful strokes, and he rakes his clawed hands back across James' thighs, drawing him closer in.
Scott and Tim are now standing -- the leopard is against the wall, pinned on the engorged tiger cock. One of Tim's outstretched hands press both of Scott's hands above his head, while the other pinches and caresses at the leopard pecs. Scott has surrendered himself to his mate as they nuzzle, sometimes lovingly, sometimes savagely.
"I don't know what just happened to me but it sure as hell beats anything I've done before." Michael's voice sounds sexy and Jamaican. James thought it was a little bit of a cliché to do it but he loved the effect.
"That's enough talk" James commanded: "The king of the jungle wants to feel some panther power." He turned and proffered his royal ass to Michael, who wasted no time in forcing his schlong into its welcoming grip. It wasn't long before the other two cats had joined them -- although well muscled, they were very flexible and so they twisted themselves into position so they could alternately suck on Michael's pendulous balls and James' pole.
After a short-period, James excused himself and made some further changes to the jocks' files. Without noticing it, they gradually reverted to more human form: Michael was now black, with shaven head; Tim had short tiger-striped hair on his head, while Scott had short blond & black dreads. When James rejoined them, Tim was sandwiched between the others, his butt clenched around Scott's dick as he frenched Michael like there was not tomorrow. The wild orgy continued for some time, each time one blew there was always one drinking down the cum while another blew inside him. Finally all ended up draped sleepily over each other on the lounge.
Later as evening came, James reluctantly let them go. Now they were a tightly bonded threesome - although if you looked a little closer you might see slightly prominent incisors, or notice how far they could stick out their tongues. The eyes had a certain quality that was unusual -- but James made sure no one would question it.
He arranged their files so that they could transform themselves into their were-forms, but only in each other's presence and with no one else present. They would not be able to tell anyone of what had transpired. He warned them that if they broke either rule, they'd be turned into strays. They all protested that there was no danger of that. As James showed them out, massaging each other butts, he could see that they would not be tempted to break any rules...