Jared was chatting at one of the lunch tables with Rick, Martin, and Josh when he spotted Elliot sneaking back into the mess hall and sheepishly taking a seat with the other boys his age, with Soren right behind him. Jared blinked for a moment as a couple new memories started to assert themselves, then he sighed and turned back to the others.
“Hey, wasn’t that your adopted little brother? Looks like he got a lecture from the big bear,” Josh said with a grin.
“He’s adopted, but you don’t need to make a point of it,” Jared responded without hesitation, remembering when his parents had brought home that little ball of fuzz ten years ago when they were both kittens. “And, if I know Elly, he probably just got lost and wandered off. He’s a good kid, wouldn’t break any rules if you had a gun to his head.”
Rick chuckled at that, seeing Elliot sitting with his friends and blushing while looking dreamily at an athletic-looking skunk at the other end of the table. “Looks like he takes after his big brother,” Rick said, giving his boyfriend a peck on the cheek. “He’ll be a little playboy someday, I bet.”
“Don’t remind me… Mom and dad want me to give him ‘the talk’, since we’re all pretty sure he likes boys. Not that we'll need to worry about it for a while with a late bloomer like him,” Jared said with a sigh. “Well, good for him, I guess.”
With that last little matter dealt with, the camp turned its attention back to the new counselors, who were just getting back from their assignments and sending their campers through the lunch line.
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After dropping off the campers, Patrick and Cameron ran back to the showers for a quick rinse after getting sweaty running the tee-ball game earlier. Cameron confidently walked into the shower building and shucked off his uniform, revealing his muscular body to the little mouse standing shyly at the entrance.
“Come on, let’s get this done quick so we can get lunch,” Cameron said as he ran cold water over his body, soaking his fur and making his nipples stick out through his fur. With his long fur slicked down, his pecs and biceps stood out even more, and the big tanuki once again had a strange thought that this incredible body couldn’t possibly be his own. But, if it wasn’t his body, why did every little movement he made feel so good and so natural?
Patrick nervously started to strip off his uniform as well, pausing when he got down to his boxers. He vaguely remembered back when he had still been a middle-aged coach, occasionally patrolling the showers while the team showered off but never daring to show off his old, flabby body. At the same time, he also remembered being a scrawny, nerdy little mouse who avoided the showers whenever he could, always wearing a swimsuit whenever he had to and getting laughed at by the jocks.
However, for some reason he didn’t feel like he had to hide anything here at the camp, so he slowly slid his boxers down and revealed his cute little package and round bottom to Cameron, who grinned before beckoning the little mouse to come closer. Curiously, Patrick walked over, with his bald tail wiggling around nervously, but once he got close Cameron pulled the little mouse under the same shower faucet, making Patrick squeak in surprise as the cold water ran over him.
“We’ll save water this way,” Cameron teased, using his big paws to help wash the dirt and sweat out of his roommate’s short fur, occasionally brushing one of Patrick’s perky little nipples with one thick finger, making him gasp quietly. Patrick’s long blue hair was plastered to his face with water, leaving him defenselessly unable to see what the big tanuki would do to him next, and he whimpered quietly as he felt big muscular paws moving all over him.
Patrick nervously responded in kind, his little paw drifting down and gently cupping one of the tanuki’s hefty testicles. “Y-you’ll need to wash up d-down here, too…” Patrick said nervously, trying to imitate his roommate’s teasing. He could feel Cameron’s heartbeat as blood flowed downward, and before long the tanuki’s cock was half-erect from the attention the mouse was giving it.
“Good thinking, little g-… I mean, Pat,” Cameron said, rubbing one big paw across the Patrick’s bubble butt and making him squeal happily as his dick stiffened against the tanuki's fur. However, before things could get too far, Cameron shut off the shower and shook the water from his fur.
“...But unless you want to be here for the next hour scrubbing your fur, I wouldn’t play around with these fellas,” Cameron smirked, hefting his massive balls playfully. “I haven’t gotten off in almost a week, and we’d be dealing with a pretty impressive volume to clean up. Not that I’d mind, but we just don’t have the time.”
Patrick blushed and started fantasizing about getting drenched in gallons and gallons of tanuki jizz, and nearly came on the spot right there at such a lewd and dirty fantasy. The person he used to be would probably vomit at the thought, but the gay little mouse he was becoming nearly melted on the spot thinking about fooling around with all the big jocks around him.
Was this really who he wanted to be? Did he what he ‘wanted’ even matter at this point? He kept telling himself that he hated being forced to become a whole new person, a gay little twink of a mouse who couldn’t help but drool over any sweaty man with muscles. But even he wasn’t sure if he believed that anymore. He’d shown earlier that day that he could still coach a team (albeit a team of much younger kids), and maybe as long as he still could still coach he didn't mind giving up even more of his old life. And to be honest, what he really hated was that he was seriously considering it at this point...