All of a sudden, the eyes of the older male took on a glazed expression as the virus inside
him took brief control. The urge to procreate welled up in him and his paws immediately
dropped to Ben's crotch from where he could smell the thick pheromone of a young otter
cub on the cusp of adulthood. Believing Ben's boxers to be some strange leaf, he clawed
at them desperately while Ben tried to shrink away in fear. Even though he thought this to
be a dream, Ben was terrified and knew he could not fight the two muscled creatures
before him if it came to that. As quickly as it began, the alpha otter reasserted control
over his mind and body. Looking down at a quivering Ben, his boxers in tatters around his
waist, the older male gave the other a concerned glance. "I am sorry young one, I don't
know what came over me," he said, apologizing for the first time in his relatively brief
sentient life.
Yet, the virus was now affecting Ben's mind too and the short struggle had somehow
aroused the young man. The two males could see Ben's hard schlong sticking from his
groin. Ben, panting from the struggle, didn't even know what he was doing as he reached
up, grasped the paw of the alpha, and brought it down to rest on his aching shaft. He
wasn't gay but the potent maleness of these two creatures in the room with him was
something which his addled brain was simply overcome by. The alpha had never seen a
malehood like Ben's before and as he grasped it in his paw with his right hand, he began
to explore his own with his left. As it emerged from his furry sheath, he realized that the
mating tool of the young male before him could never compare with what he possessed.
"Young one, I feel sorry for you. If only you were not a person-otter, you could enjoy what
we enjoy," he said, absentmindedly stroking Ben's dick with his paw. The alpha's webbed
paw was able to cup Ben's cock like a catcher's mit, allowing him to squeeze firmly on all
sides and scritch with his short little claws. Ben began to moan at the touching, his eyes
rolling in his head, not seeing as his toenails and fingernails began to darken and thicken.
"Yes, we have beautiful females in our colony but I do not know if what you have would
please them," he said, almost speaking to himself as he looked toward Ben's kitchen
where the elder otter's daughter waited.
Ben, even through the pleasing touch of the alpha, could feel that something was wrong.
Looking down at his crotch with his legs wide open on the couch, he could see that the
stroke of the alpha's paw had abated yet the head of his cock was entirely covered by his
strangely thick foreskin. Believing himself to be dreaming, he watched with intense
interest as his wiry brown pubic hair became overrun by a light tan fur that began to grow
up his rapidly thickening mustelid sheath. Feeling the change in the boy, the alpha otter
looked down and smiled. Speaking to the other male, he said grinning, "It seems like the
person-otter is changing to be more like our people. Look at his maleness." As he spoke,
he gingerly pulled down Ben's fuzzy sheath to reveal the boy's slick pointed otterdom.
The feeling of the warm summer's air on his new dick was immensely pleasant and Ben
sighed, just as his nose began to turn up into a short muzzle. "How many moons are you,
cub?" asked the younger of the two. Ben was almost too overcome by the transformation
to respond but he managed to sputter, "eighteen." "Good, he is old enough to lie with one
of the females. Let us speed his change from a person-otter into a cub fit for our colony."
The alpha took his hand away from Ben's sheath and slowly began to massage his furry
ballsack. The feeling of the webbed paw on the silky pubic fur covering his nuts was too
much to bear and for the first time, Ben's altered vocal chords let out a deep churr of
contentment. Ben, still sitting on the couch, began to thrust into the hand-paw of the
grinning alpha male, happy to see the cub coming into full otterhood. He closed his eyes
as the alpha male grasped his swollen pink otter shaft, standing fully out of its fuzzy
sheath and aroused to the point of painfulness. As the alpha squeezed the pointed cock
end in his paw, the soft tan fur worked its way upward over Ben's body, covering his chest
and throat, even as a darker brown fur the color of his hair began to work its way down his
back and arms. The alpha watched as a webbing connected Ben's fingers and toes, which
were curled in sublime pleasure, his claws pricking the pads on the soles of his feet which
he was slowly developing. Yes, this cub would make a nice addition to the colony.
Ben was panting softly now, trilling and churring between soft moans of pleasure as the
alpha otter brought him toward climax. Suddenly, the alpha otter stopped and realized
Ben from his grasp. Ben opened his eyes, ready to burst. The virus had taken its toll on
his body and he was 2/3 of the way through his change. He was mostly otter, although he
had not yet grown a tail and his muzzle was not fully developed. However, two fuzzy
brown ears poked through the thick headfur covering his skull and all of his pubic area
was covered with a silky brown pubic fur. Ben, too wired to go on like this, reached a paw
down to finish himself off but his had was grabbed by the stronger one of the alpha male.
"Wait" ordered the alpha and Ben, his instincts kicking in, became submissive and stopped,
even as his swollen balls ached for release. As the Ben watched, the alpha whispered into
the twitching ear of the other male otter, who walked down the hall and into the kitchen,
and out of Ben's sight.