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.”

He stepped behind me, his muscular body clothed and looking small next to the exorbitant, furry nudity of mine. He put his arm around my shoulder and gave me a little squeeze, “Dude, yeah. I know. But I already told you, it’s hot.”

I smiled a little at that, “Well, sure, you think so. Which is like… great, I guess. But like, do I gotta live like this now?”

“Maybe, but hell, there’s worse things coulda happened. Your dick could’ve shrunk instead, you coulda lost muscle…”

I rolled my eyes, “Yeah yeah. Instead I’m too fuckin’ big with a too fuckin’ big fuckstick that won’t quit. And I’m a fuckin’ rabbit!”

Arms out he stepped back, “Them’s the cards you were dealt! Just sayin’ not like there aren’t silver linings to this.”

“Cards I dealt myself,” I muttered.

“Anyway, let’s get you dressed, if we can. Get you home. We can survey the full damage in the morning.”

And so I began trying to put my clothes back on. Emphasis on trying. With the mass I’d gained in only the last couple hours my tank top was now skin tight, the size of my traps and depth of my chest pulling it up to reveal a couple furry cobblestones. And the shorts, well, they were a complete no go. Despite the fact I had a steel rod of forearm-sized dick to contend with, I couldn’t even get the shorts over my quads.

I stood there a bit dumbfounded, my cock still dripping.

I wanted to stroke it again.

“Fuck,” I sighed.

Steve had chin in hand, “One sec,” and he walked briskly away, returning a moment later with what looked like a pair of sweatpants. “Lost and found. We tie your dick down with a towel to your leg, and then you throw on the sweats. They seem pretty big, hopefully they fit.”

And miraculously, they did. Steve expertly wrapped my cock up with the towel, tucking the ends in so they’d hopefully hold at least for the walk to the car, and then I slipped the sweatpants over top. The waist was a bit overlarge but thankfully they had a drawstring to keep them from falling down.

I checked myself in the mirror. As big as the pants were, they were still on the tight side around my legs and weren’t doing a great job of hiding the thickness of the towel or the tube of horny meat it was concealing. Nevermind it was damned uncomfortable with my hard dick strapped down like that.

“I dunno if I can fuckin’ walk like this,” moving about stiff-legged with my leg-strapped-stiffy.

“Well, it’s better than nothing. We just gotta get you out of the building.”

The last struggle, an unexpected discovery that I somehow hadn’t yet clocked, my shoes no longer fit. And they weren’t just small, they were very small. My feet had easily grown three or four sizes and I’d already had somewhat overlarge ones to begin with, at size eleven, so now they were looking downright disproportionate.

Size fourteen or fifteen, at five foot nine? I groaned in annoyance.

“You know what they say about big feet,” Steve joked.

“So I gotta get new shoes too?” I whined, “How did we not notice?”

“Well, you were rather uh… dickstracted.”

“We both were,” I retorted, staring at my toes, noticing how they didn’t seem as elongated as I’d expect for feet this size. My feet looked thick, wide, sturdy, and of course very fuzzy right down to the knuckles. I felt my cock throb against my leg, trapped and complaining. I gave it a couple rubs, “Fuuuck… my dick…”

“Oookay ya horny furball,” Steve slapped my back, “we don’t have time to clean up another mess like the last one. You’ll just have to deal and go barefoot for now. C’mon, let’s get moving.”

And so I found myself waddling out to Steve’s car, every shift and movement sending jolts of pleasure from my dick through my fucked up, freakish body. There were only a couple guys on the gym floor and the lockers are pretty close to the entrance so we didn’t really run into anyone, but holy hell did my body feel weird as I moved. I was hyperaware of how big I was, how musclebound, the way my fur felt as my arms swung awkwardly, my ears and whiskers twitching. I tried not to think too much about what existing in the world was going to be like at this size and in this… well, state of being.

Getting into the car was also a whole different ball game, nevermind navigating my much bigger body but I was also struggling to sit with my dick strapped down with the towel like it was. In the end I said fuck it and tore it all off, literally, my cock springing free with a flung gob of pre. Steve just sighed, shrugged, and we piled in.

Crammed into the passenger seat, even with the seat moved back, the car felt constrictingly small. My ears were grazing the ceiling of course, my shoulders hitting the car door and Steve’s, my cock standing proudly between my legs.

Steve pointed, “You better not let that drip on the leather seat.”

The horny haze was descending. I grinned a bunny-toothed grin, “No prob,” and began idly stroking to keep a pre-slicked dick, every so often wiping extra on the fur of my leg or belly as needed.

He rolled his eyes, started the car, and off we went.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling.

I hadn’t intended to go to his. Wasn’t even on my mind. He did mention on the drive I should come to his place so he could keep an eye on me, just in case, and I vaguely remember nodding as I kept playing with myself.

And now, on waking, my first thought was: good thing Steve has a king-sized bed.

Glanced at the clock, 11:21 am.

I could feel how big I was. That I’d grown again. Was I done?

I took stock of my body mentally. The space occupied by my muscles, the gentle reminder of the fur all over my body as the fan circled breezily overhead, the twitching of my nose, my ears a bit squashed against the headboard.

And of course, my cock. My big, fuckin’ glorious cock with its overgrown and overachieving balls, sprawled below like a pair of furry mutant mangoes. My dick stood up and angled to one side a bit, fully hard, fully ready, fully dripping its neverending stream of pre. As I lifted my hands I surveyed the dampness in my fur and in the sheets beneath me. I’d clearly been hard and leaking all night, though maybe not as active as when I’m fully turned on or the bed would be soaked.

Though really, what was fully turned on at this point? My dick had been hard for over 12 hours, does an erect cock not signify one is turned on? Maybe not for me anymore. Maybe hard was just the default and turned on was the losing of myself in it, the draining of my thoughts to my big ol’ dick, taking away my inhibitions and my… my brain and its…

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, pre flowing as I stroked myself two-handed.

Steve stirred beside me, rolling onto his side, head on elbow. “Well g’morning to you too.”

I grinned through my horniness, “H… hey, hehehe…”

“I’d ask how you’re feeling but, well, seems pretty obvious.”

“Fuuuuck I love my cock!” I blurted as my hips got in on the action, humping into my hands.

Steve put a firm hand on my arm and I slowed.

“S… sorry, it’s like… really hard…”

“Oh, I can see that,” Steve laughed, “has been for the last however many hours.”

My furry brow furrowed with a thought that should’ve hit my dick-addled brain ages ago, though in fairness Steve hadn’t suggested it either. “D’you think I should see a doctor?”

“I mean, I dunno, what are they gonna do or say? Though I figure there’s gotta be more people affected by this stuff, so, maybe best for now to lay low and see if anything pops up in the news or online about animal people.”

I nodded, though only part of what Steve said fully got through, “Other animal people would be cool, then it wouldn’t be just me. Do you think they got big dicks and stuff, too?”

Steve smirked and shook his head, “I dunno man, if they’re lucky I guess.”

“I hope they did! It’s awesome,” I said simply.

Steve reached over and rubbed my chest fur as I continued slowly stroking.

The previous night seemed to have solidified something between us, and maybe it was the more dominant and protective side of Steve coming out due to my predicament that really drove home our new dynamic.

When we got back to the apartment I was near incoherently horny. It seemed the horniness was coming on ever more frequently as the fuckery with my body continued and pushed to its climax, so needless to say Steve and I were immediately all over each other.

And Steve did not hold back! He was both encouraging and commanding at the same time, driving me toward several brain and body wracking orgasms that had me painting his coffee table, his walls, his kitchen counter, his shower… In retrospect he seemed intent on having me blow loads practically everywhere, and I was happy to oblige with my ever-hard dick and endless cum-tanks.

Plus, he fucked me.

He fucked me really, really good!

Called me his dumb bunny as he drove in and out of me, my horny mindlessness reaching levels of absolute babbling stupidity. I really was a big, dumb, horny bunny that was fucking like rabbits do and Steve was having the time of his life with it. We both were!

By 2am, and what felt like a dozen loads blown (by me, mind you, while Steve managed a couple of his own in my ass) I finally felt my mind returning to me somewhat. It’d been a whirlwind couple hours of sheer horniness and a sort of calming energy, and exhaustion, was finally washing over me. In some way I knew this meant I was finally cooked.

Everything had run its course.

As it was supposed to? Well, that was a matter of debate.

Managing to resist the horny takeover of my cock, which was a surprising accomplishment given how last night went, I rolled out of the bed and stood in front of the big mirrors on Steve’s wardrobe doors. I was too wide for one, I nearly filled both.

“Jeezus fuckin’... holy fuckin’ shit.”

I was nothing short of massive, an absolute unit of a rabbit man. In my minds eye I was still the weight I’d started at, and I could sorta picture what I’d looked like when I weighed in at 258 last night, but this size was next level beyond that. I was well over 300 pounds, bloated with muscle, cartoonishly large in a way that didn’t seem real.

I lifted my arms and flexed. Bicep peaks like I could only imagine, forearms like deli hams, barn door lats below lifted bowling-ball delts. I pushed a leg forward, flexed my quad, felt the meat bounce into diamond-hard definition. Every part of me was muscled beyond anything I’d ever seen in real life, maybe size some of the pros would see in their offseason but never with this kind of conditioning.

And sure, I’d seen pics sometimes of them all hairy too, but me?

Coated. In soft, downy fur. Head to toe.

I relaxed and stepped a bit closer. Well, close as I could before my hit dick the glass.

My ears were fully grown, stretching nearly a foot off the top of my head when alert, relaxing down sorta behind my head when not. My upper teeth had gotten a bit bigger, not really fitting comfortably in my mouth anymore. They’d properly rest on and in front of my lower lip all the time now, though it was kind of a cute look in its way.

Surveying other damage, my feet. My big, fuckin’ feet. I guess rabbits did to some extent have big feet compared to their body size so made sense I’d follow suit but, this was a lot. I lifted one, then the other, noticing how they’d grown even thicker and wider than before, with heavy soles leading to overly chubbed-up toes. They were in their own way cartoonish, way oversized and not shaped quite as a human’s foot should be, but not inhuman at a glance either. But unmistakably really, stupid big.

Flip flops forever it is. Or barefoot.

Yeah, barefoot’s probably best. Barefoot bunny.

I chuckled to myself as my hand fell back to my cock.

It, too, had finished its growth. I vaguely remembered a lull in our fuckery the night before when Steve pulled out a tape measure, stretching it from base to tip and announcing fourteen inches. And no doubt it’d put another inch or two on as things wrapped up.

And thick as an Arizona iced tea can.

Absurd size. Ridiculous how-the-fuck-am-I-gonna-live-with-this size.

Fuckin’ really, really hot and horny size.

I was stroking faster as I stared at myself in the mirror, my bloated ball sac bouncing below chock full of cum after refilling overnight.

“Like what you see?” Steve asked from the bed, idly stroking his own dick.

“Fuck dude, I’m like… I’m so fuckin’ big.”

“You are,” he confirmed.

“And so like… furry and my… my feet are fuckin’ huge and…”

“Yeah,” Steve said, “like you said, you’re kind of a freak.”

I moaned at the word, pre dripping on the hardwood floor, flinging on the mirror with each stroke. “I don’t… I don’t wanna be this but… it’s also, I’m just…”

“Really, really fuckin’ hot n’ horny?”

I barked a laugh as I jacked myself, ears perked, muscles clenching and flexing. I grabbed my dick in both hands and went to town humping into them. My brain was short circuiting again in the moment, my new state of being a lot of the time whenever my dick decided it was time to take control, time to blast another load.

“R… really… really fuckin’ hot n’ horny,” I echoed.

Steve was out of the bed now, moving behind me, draping his arms around my thick neck as he looked over my shoulder, his dick resting in the soft, furry crack of my granite glutes as the tip pressed into my lower back.

“Yeah,” he whispered in my ear, “really fuckin hot n’ horny.”

I was openly drooling at this point, mouth hanging, looking fully the part of the horny, idiot overgrown bodybuilder rabbit I’d become.

“And you know what that makes you?” he continued, shivers wracking my already overstimulated body as his voice penetrated my cock-soaked skull, my ministrations of my dick never stopping or slowing.

“Uhm… uhm a… uuh… dumb b-bunny?”

Steve wrapped tighter. “No…”

The feel of his breath, the squeeze of his arms, the hardness of his cock, the bounce of my muscle, the fan in my fur, the twitch of my whiskers and ears.

And through all of it, my cock.

Beautiful, gargantuan, absurd, horny-beyond-belief cock.

“My dumb bunny.”