DUMB BUNNY - PT. 4

Home, yes. But not my home, in the end.

First was getting out of the gym, which we were already pretty late doing. I was glad for the later workout, we only saw one other guy in the locker room who came in not long after my most recent explosion. He gave kind of a sidelong look as he passed us, me finishing wiping the mirror as best I could as my overgrown cock and balls bounced in front of me.

“Costume party,” Steve quipped. The guy stared a moment longer, eyes widening at my size and, well, my size, then scurried off to the other side of the locker room and out of sight.

Steve smirked, “Yeah, I wouldn’t have said anything either. You look like a monster.”

My furry brow furrowed, “I’m not a monster, I’m just…”

I stood slowly upright, looked at myself in the smeared mirror - hugely muscled for my height, pretty much covered in fur at this point, ears elongated and fuzzy, face mildly misshapen with flattened nose, twitching whiskers, and more prominent teeth. And then there was the jutting prominence of my manhood (rabbithood?) coated in its own layer of short, soft fur, balls hanging beneath that would put a bull to shame. I was still rock hard, precum slowly collecting and dripping from my length; I realized through my horny haze I’d been hard for ages now, with no sign of the damned thing calming down.

Steve met my eyes in the mirror as he threw on his shirt, “Just…?”

I sighed.

“A freak. I’m a fuckin’ freak.” continue reading

DUMB BUNNY - PT. 3

“No fuckin’ way,” I breathed.

Standing at one of the full-length mirrors in the locker room, staring at myself.

First off, my size. Holy fuck I’d gotten big. Steve wasn’t wrong, somehow I’d packed on even more mass just in the time we were in the shower. Were the effects accelerating somehow? Why the hell was I getting so big all of a sudden?

I knew I’d walked in about 240, but looking at myself now I had to be past 250, pushing 260. Like, not just looking anymore like a guy who lifts, but real bodybuilder size. And, again, Steve wasn’t wrong, I was shredded as fuck! Though the fur had so far not fully covered my sides or upper arms, I was otherwise coated everywhere else and you could clearly see every striation and cut underneath. Even a vein or two where they were really thick, like on my forearms!

I threw my arms up into a double biceps, revealing the dense, thick patches of white fur under my arms. Spreading and connecting to my chest, around my lats to my back, up onto my shoulders, down my triceps a ways.

I was so horny and addled. I was turned on just looking at myself. Was hard to think about much other than how awesome my body looked, how awesome I felt.

Fuckin’ big. continue reading