Kevin groaned and stirred. His head pounded with another hangover. He pushed Samantha away as she kissed at his cheek and lips forcefully. She had really bad breath. He resettled and tried to doze off again.
She then began to poke at his face with a thick, wet finger as he felt her move up on the mattress. “Stop!” He whined, scrunching his eyes and flinching at the poking as it moved towards his lips. She then slapped lightly at his mouth before wiping something sticky along his chin and cheek.
“What are you d—?”
Kevin opened his eyes in shock. He soon found himself gagging as Marcus shoved his dick into his mouth. The thick tip was musky and he immediately tasted the acrid residue of piss as it was thrust further into his mouth, bumping against the roof of his mouth.
Marcus moved to sit on Kevin’s chest, his legs pinning his arms to his sides as his feet and short tail flailed uselessly. The jock was naked except for his letterman jacket—which hung open and framed his furry chest—and his backwards cap as he gazed down. His chin jut forward revealing his pointed teeth and his eyebrows were knit in concentration.
“Come on, bro. Help me out, OK? I’m so fucking horny.”
Kevin had no choice but to allow Marcus to thrust in and out of his mouth as he felt his own dick begin to harden. His face flushed with humiliation. He struggled to breathe as his face was fucked against his will, blinking stupidly up at his molester.
His dick reached full mast and began to throb as he found himself reluctantly getting into it as Marcus pet his hair and ran a thick thumb along his ear, which jutted out even further.
“Fuck, dude. That feels so good. Oo ooh.”
Kevin tried to move to a better position, but found himself unable to, and instead tilted his head so he could get a better angle. He ran his tongue up and down the shaft, lapping at the frenulum as his dexterous lips encircled the length. He tried to open up his throat, the intruder making him gag again as Marcus hilted himself, balls slapping against his chin. Kevin’s stubbier nose was buried in the jock’s pubic hair, his head starting to swim with the strong scent of sweat.
Wrong. This is all wrong.
Kevin closed his eyes, tears starting to form in his eyes as his jaw was stretched while Marcus began to piston in and out quickly, making deep grunting and hooting sounds as he continued to rub his ears. Kevin tried in vain to reach his needy dick, which flopped uselessly to the motion of the face-fucking.
“Ooh. Oo. Oo ook! Oo! Ugh. Oo ooh!”
Marcus sped up, his grunts quickly devolving into short vocalizations as Kevin felt a salty warmth paint the back of his throat. He let out a screeching yell and pounded his chest briefly, continuing to thrust himself as he rode out his orgasm, which Kevin had no choice but to endure, his eyes bulging.
Finally he was able to catch his breath properly as Marcus pulled out, strings of cum landing on his face as he swallowed and coughed before gasping for breath.
“Thanks, dude. You’re a real bro.” Marcus finally let him up before leaning down to kiss him possessively. Dominantly. He flashed a toothy smile and got up, strutting out of the room and leaving Kevin alone in his shame.
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Kevin sat naked on the bed staring at his feet, confused and horny, as he pulled at a big toe, his other hand pulling idly at his hard dick, which drooled lazy pre. He shook his head, trying to force his thoughts to clear up, but found it to be increasingly difficult, like focusing through a thick, yellowed piece of glass.
His feet looked a lot like hands, as he flexed his toe-thumbs being able to grasp back at his fingers with his long toes. He frowned as his short tail curled and uncurled on the bed.
He couldn’t deny the fact, as it cut through his thick, slowed thoughts:
He was turning into a Monkey.
He figured he looked a lot like the picture he had created just days ago. The fur that had started to grow out on his chest, arms, and legs appeared to be a similar color, though he couldn’t be 100% sure from his current position. He sighed and scooted forward, wanting to go compare.
He stopped at the door for a moment, before turning and grabbing the Hawaiian Shirt and shrugging it on unbuttoned. He crossed back to the armoire and grabbed the hat, which he felt would complete the look as he pulled it on, flipping the bill behind him.
ΩΩΚ
He strolled out into the hallway, his bent knees and strange feet causing him to shift his weight back and forth in a weird limping gait. He left his dirty sheets and modesty behind, temporarily forgotten.
He would kill for a banana.