Log inDUMB 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.
My dick hadn’t gone soft since we left the shower. I’d stayed hard right after blowing the biggest load of my life and was still hard now. I estimated my dick to be somewhere around 10 to 11 inches at this point, real thick like a can of Red Bull and covered in soft, white fur nearly to the head. And my balls were massively oversized by comparison, like a couple lemons hanging below in a soft, furred sack.
I was leaking a lot. Kept getting it on my hands, wiping it absently on my leg fur.
Speaking of, the pattern of my fur was difficult to ignore, among other things I was avoiding looking too closely at for now. Bright white covering my front from neck to groin, diving into my pits and around to my ass, plus some white-ish shorter-furred gloves and socks for my hands and feet. Otherwise everywhere else was the grey-ish colour.
I was very stereotypically coloured for a…
“Fuck,” I swore again.
My fuckin’ face, as Steve had so eloquently put it, was clearly not being spared. Seeing how different I looked, while still somehow looking like me, made me wonder how I hadn’t felt or noticed it changing. Especially my nose.
There was no way around it, I was looking distinctly rabbit-like.
My nose had pressed out and flattened some, nostrils squashed flatter. My upper lip seemed sorta swollen, though I realized it was actually my whole mouth had expanded outward to a degree, giving my whole lower face a slight muzzley appearance. Tilting my head back a bit I realized my top teeth were larger and grown out, bucked up like a rabbit’s though not sticking out of my mouth so much. Just kinda resting on my lower lip though I could tuck them back in entirely if I wanted to, it just felt oddly uncomfortable.
The fur had spread up and over most of my face, covering my neck and jaw, up to my eyes, my eyebrows thicker and bushier while softer at the same time. And while my beard stubble seemed to have been mostly replaced by fur, there were long, distinct hairs around my nose and upper lip. Full-on whiskers, twitching with each breath. I could feel them.
And my ears. Sitting higher on my head, also getting the fur treatment, stretched a bit taller though nowhere near the size they’d likely be when this was all over.
Steve was right.
A fuckin’ rabbit.
“You doin’ alright there?” Steve’s voice cut through.
I looked over at him, realizing I’d been idly stroking my cock while examining myself. “This is… Dude, this is so fucked up.”
He shrugged, “I mean, I warned you in the shower.”
“Did you see it happening though? Like, I didn’t feel *any*thing! How could I not have felt all this happening?”
Drying himself off across the locker room he shook his head, “Honestly dude, you were so focused on getting off I think you coulda grown a fuckin’ extra head or set of arms and not batted an eye.”
“Don’t joke man,” I said, “anything’s possible at this point.”
“Anyway no, I didn’t really see it happening, you were standing so close to me we were kinda chest and chest and I was mostly looking over your shoulder. Maybe it triggered when you blew your load?” he dried his legs.
“Shit, you think that does it?” I looked down at my huge yet-to-calm-the-fuck-down dick, forcing my hand away from it for a sec, leaving it there bobbing of its own accord. “I’m still so fuckin’ horned up though, this is… fuuuuck…”
“Well like I said, you’ve got bigger too and it seems like that amped up even since the shower, maybe also cause you blew your load, I dunno.”
That reminded me, I walked over to the scale they had in the locker room. One of those medical ones with the sliding weights. I stepped on with a clank. Looked like the last person had weighed in around 140-something. I pushed the large weight to the right to 200, then to 250.
Still didn’t budge. At least 250.
For shits and giggles I tried going to 300.
Clank! Nah, definitely too much, heheh. Though a little voice said, maybe eventually?
Fuck. Pulled my hand from my cock again, slick with pre. Wiped it on my leg.
Back to 250. Then started sliding the smaller weight.
Tap, tap, tap.
258.
“What’s the damage?” Steve called, pulling on his pants.
“Two fifty eight!” I yelled back, staring at the number.
That was hot.
I was big. Real big.
I was stroking harder. It felt so good, I couldn’t stop myself. My hand just naturally found my fuzzy shaft without me even realizing, going to town slicked up with the copious amounts of precum I was producing.
“Fuckin’ big,” I chuckled to myself through my horny haze.
Suddenly Steve was beside me, his hand on my arm guiding it away from my cock, “Whoa, whoa there dude. Maybe don’t blast another load right here, eh?”
I was breathing heavily, eyes unfocused, I tried to look at him but everything was kinda swimming. “I’m… I’m so fuckin’ horny, Steve! I’m turning into a big fuckin’ horny rabbit!”
“Jeezus, ain’t that the truth” Steve breathed to himself, “K, c’mon, let’s get you off that scale alright? Before you trip and fall or something, or make a huge mess.”
He took my elbow and shoulder and moved me off the scale and back toward the lockers where we’d been changing. Well, where he’d been changing, where I’d been ogling myself fully naked, because why wouldn’t I?
“Nnnngh…” I groaned. “Dude, it’s too much!”
“Yeah, well, you fuckin’ took too much and now it’s too much, so I guess that’s what ya get, bunny boy!” he chided, somewhat playfully but also with a tone of annoyance. No doubt he hadn’t expected to be rabbit-sitting tonight when he came to work out, yet here he was dealing with a huge, furry, horned up dude who couldn’t keep his hands off his oversized dick.
“I… I think I gotta cum again,” I gasped. “I can’t fuckin’ think right!”
“Well, let’s at least do it somewhere it’ll be easier to clean up. Though judging by how much you came in the shower, and the fuckin’ size of those balls of yours, it’s gonna be a job no matter where.”
Only half hearing I pulled away from him and found my way back in front of the mirror, immediately two handing my rock-hard dick as I stared at myself again, watching my muscles bunch and flex. I was mesmerized by the sheer size of me, the bulk, the way everything rippled and moved under my fur. My giant, furry balls swinging and bouncing and tugging underneath as I went to town on my cock.
“Fuuuuck Steve, I’m so fuckin’ hot! Aren’t I hot?” I whined, my nostrils twitching in a way I’d have registered as fairly inhuman if I wasn’t hellbent on jacking.
Steve stood there shaking his head, a wry smile on his face. “Fuck. No stopping you it seems.”
“Why… why stop though, I feel fuckin’ so… fuckin’... fuckin’ good dude!”
In a moment of brilliance I lifted an arm up and behind my head, as best I could given how much my mobility was affected by the added mass. My hand kept up its ministrations while I leaned my bunny nose into my pit, sniffing deeply, reveling in the heightened smell of sweat and fur emanating from my own body. My eyes rolled back as another generous gout of pre spurted out, mostly finding its way onto my shaft as I jacked but a large string or two dripping to the floor as well.
“Yeah?” Steve asked, one foot up on the bench as he watched, lifting the leg of his loose shorts with one hand to grip and jerk his own hardening dick. “Feels good, eh bunny boy?” his voice lowered to a deep growl, “You gonna paint that mirror with your spunk?”
Fuuuck, he was doing it again.
“Fu… fuck yeah,” I moaned, humping madly, my lower body on autopilot as I fucked my own hands. Everything was my body now, nothing else mattered.
“Just a huge, furry fuck machine, ain’t ya?” Steve goaded, “Just a big, dumb bunny who cares about nothing else than his muscles and his dick.”
“Hnnngh,” I could barely speak. I looked at myself, tongue hanging out, all covered in fur, so fuckin’ big, so fuckin’ horny, big fuckin’ dick. What was…? Who was…? What was I becoming?
“Say it!” he commanded. “What are you?”
I groaned deeply, his words penetrating my skull, speaking a truth I dared not speak myself. “I’m… I’m just…”
“Just what?” barked.
“A big, fuckin’... fuckin’ dumb bunny!” I cried out.
The first round of jizz that rocketed out of me splattered across the mirror like the beginnings of a Jackson Pollock. Then another glob went splat, and another, and another, with seemingly no end. I stood there grunting loudly, full body flexing each time as my body unleashed its second massive load in less than half an hour. Closing my eyes I reveled in the pleasure of it all, in the feeling of my body doing what it was built to do.
A big, furry fuck machine.
After what felt like minutes, though was probably more like 30 to 40 seconds, I came down from the ridiculous high of my orgasm. An orgasm that rocketed through me no less than the last one, if not more so.
The mirror was near obscured with the absurdity of my load. I could barely see any of myself from the chest down, I’d cum so much it was pooling at the bottom on the floor.
I looked dopily over at Steve, pointing at my mess, “Hehehe, holy shit.”
He rolled his eyes but I could see him smiling, and he was still hard.
“Did you cum too?” I asked hopefully.
Laughing he grabbed a roll of paper towel from a nearby counter. “Nah, but I prob’ly will later reimagining that whole scene. You really got lost in yourself for a bit there.”
I took a breath and sighed, staring off. “Yeah, yeah I did. It was like… really… uuuh…”
Steve raised a brow, waited a moment, handed me a wad. “Really something?”
I snapped back to him, taking the bunched paper towel. “Yeah! Something!”
He shook his head, gesturing at the mirror. “Let’s get this, and you, cleaned up. And get you home.”
“Right,” I said, looking again at the cum-soaked glass, looking down again at my rock hard cock still ready for action. Idly flexing and bouncing my pecs, feeling the flex of my arms, of my legs. Feeling the fur all over my body.
My big, sexy, horny body.
“Home.”
