Todd grinned as he gripped his cock in one hand and stroked it up and down as he looked at the pictures on his phone of George working out. He could nearly remember that day, how George’s fur had been soaked in sweat after the workout, the cute little grunts of effort he made each time he lifted the bars, and of course the fun they had in the showers once he was all done. Todd could feel himself getting closer and closer as he thought more about the details of his new life, and his longer, thicker new monkey dick was dribbling precum all over his hands.
He kept flipping through his pictures, seeing a picture from the first night George had slept over at his place in college. The bunny was sleeping soundly, sprawled out on Todd’s bed totally naked with the blankets loosely covering him, his perfect ass and adorable bunny tail out in the open for nobody else but Todd to enjoy. “Mmm… Oh god, that night was a blast…” Todd mumbled to himself as the memories kept flooding in. By now, Todd’s body was flooded with teenage hormones, and he could feel his climax coming on… He finally blasted a thick load all over his hands, panting and letting out a quiet little ook-ing sound as he came all over himself.
“Ah… that was a good one… but not as good as with George,” Todd murmured to himself as he licked a little cum off his hand. “Huh… It’s sweet. Must be all those bananas.”
After talking with Alex earlier, Todd had made up his mind. He needed to get George to stay with him and enjoy this new life of their together. Calling it ‘perfect’ might be a stretch, but he knew that they’d both regret it if they went back to their boring old lives. He just needed to make George understand that beyond all doubt…
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Meanwhile, George was hard at work running an arts-and-crafts activity for some of the campers, teaching them how to do watercolor paintings of the camp’s namesake creek. In the ‘other world’, George never had the patience to teach anyone anything; if they mess up, he’d give them an earful and that was that. However, he was appreciating the sense of empathy and sensitivity that came with his new life, and with it a surprisingly impressive artistic side that he never knew he had. Maybe after graduating college, he could get a job as an art teacher… or a gym teacher, if that fell through.
Certainly, he was having a great time at the camp, but he just couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t right to just let a whole new life be forced upon him without even getting a say in it. On the other hand, now that he had decided to give things a chance and was just going with the flow, it no longer felt like he was being ‘forced’ into doing anything; he just happened to be a gay bottom rabbit and was doing whatever came naturally to a gay bottom rabbit. And what’s so bad about that? It’s not like he chose to be a straight human in his other life, so what did it matter if he didn’t choose to be a gay rabbit now?
Thoughts about free will and choice aside, it was time to get the kids in his art class over to lunch, so George collected their paintings to hang up later and they all walked over toward the mess, where he knew he’d be able to relax and maybe even get to hang out with his hunky new beau…