As soon as the panda hit enter, the pounding on the door went silent. Stealthily, Todd made his way over and removed the chair from under the knob and listened. Only the sound of the ball game downstairs could be heard. Halftime was over, and they’d just started the second half.
Todd carefully opened the door and walked down the hall. He could see Mike, the hugely muscled tiger, sitting in his armchair. Dave, the big-bellied (though still rather muscular) ram, was seated on the couch, munching on chips and guac. The panda sighed and allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of his muscles as they warmly inflated. According to the timer, he’d be back to being Finn’s stepdad in a few minutes.
The muscular panda cautiously walked down the stairs, the events that had taken place a minute ago still fresh in his mind. Mike looked up at him and Todd froze, his muscles throbbing the whole while. Todd waited to see if he’d explode at him, but the tiger just waved lazily. Todd gave him a tentative smile back and walked down the stairs a bit faster.
“Todd, c’mere.” Dave looked at the panda and grinned. The ram patting the cushion on the sofa next to him and held out a can. “The game’s back on. Wanna beer?”
“Uh, sure.” Todd smiled and took the beer, sitting down next to Dave.
The ram’s meaty arm settled across Todd’s shoulders, pulling the panda close. Todd found his head on the ram’s broad shoulders. He could smell his barnyard aroma, the smell of his musk alone enough to have his cock hard. He rubbed the ram’s thick thigh and his husband spread his legs. Todd’s hand wandered across Dave’s crotch, feeling his beer-can thick knob.
The ram leaned over and kissed the panda. Todd could taste the bear on Dave’s thick tongue and found his hand drawn up to his husband’s broad muzzle. Dave was his. Todd shuddered in pleasure at the thought and stroked his ram’s cheek.
“I love you.” Todd said, looking into the older ram’s eyes.
“I love you too, babe.” Dave smiled and then went cross eyed and burped.
“Gross!” Todd giggled and waved the air in front of him.
“Hey, you gonna drink your beer before it gets warm or what?” Dave looked away in embarrassment, though there was a smile on his face.
The panda popped the tab and took a gulp, settling back into the comfy couch as a warmth spread through him. Flab softened his muscles as he aged more. Todd’s facial fur grew out a bit, giving him the beard he’d had before. He found himself enthralled with the game, coming to his feet and cheering with his ram whenever their team scored a good pass or throwing popcorn at the screen whenever the refs made a call that wasn’t in their favor.
He lifted the beer can to his lips and found it empty. Todd stared at it, wondering if he’d really drank the entire can and not realized it. Dave nudged him in the stomach (which was growing increasingly more rotund), and handed him another cold brewski. The panda smiled at the fat ram gratefully.
A commercial came on and Todd drank some more.
“Hey, where’d the kids go again? I vaguely recall you’d said something earlier…” Dave asked.
“Oh, uh, over to their friend’s house. They’ll be bringing them back here.”
“Back here?” Dave shot a look at Mark. “Sure that’s a good idea?”
Oh, right. These guys fucked on the regular on game nights. Todd nodded reassuringly.
“Don’t worry, I vetted them myself.” Todd lied. “Coached them.”
“You dog!” Mark cackled and tossed a throw pillow at Todd’s head.
The panda deftly caught it without even thinking and belched unexpectedly. His paws flew to his mouth and looked around, hoping the others hadn’t noticed. The other guys didn’t mind. They seemed more amused than appalled.
“Nice one.” Dave chuckled, patting his furry gut and adding his own resounding burp.
“You guys suck. Listen.” The tiger opened his mouth a belched long and loud.
“Oh god!” Dave said, shocked. “I’ve got two stomachs and I’m naturally gassy and even I’m impressed.”
“Yeah, I think you might have a gastrointestinal disorder, big cat.” Todd smirked.
Mike grinned. “Jealous?”
“I don’t know how someone could drink so much and still stay fit.” Dave snorted.
“You guys should hit the gym with me.” Mike posed, veins bulging, visible even through the tiger’s striped fur. “Get in shape.”
“I’m in shape.” Todd said indignantly, running his hand over what he thought would be abs, but instead found himself patting a burgeoning beer gut.
Todd glanced down at himself and looked back up at Mike in embarrassment. He should have altered some of his stats. Dadbod was okay, but Mike’s rippling musculature was far more appealing to him.
“It’s okay, Todd. Round is a shape.” Mike got up and sat on the couch with them. His paw reached over and patted Todd’s jiggly beerbelly. “A very cute shape.”
Todd would have blushed if he could, but he didn’t stop the tiger from patting his new gut. His cock hardened in his pants. He felt bloated and burped again. His gut swelled out a bit more under the tiger’s pats. Todd went to take another drink and found the can empty.
“Y-you think so?” Todd asked, form softening even more, his cheeks plumping.
“Yeah.” Mike pulled the panda into a kiss.
Mike was pretty hot too, Todd realized. He wanted to have muscles like him, but at the same time, the ram was hot even if he were fat. And the white tiger wanted him fat too. It was like he was married to both of them.
As he wrestled with Mike’s rough tongue, Todd felt Dave’s clever hooflets on his pants, unbuckling him and then he felt a breeze on his crotch and ass as his pants were pulled down. Dave’s hooflets played with Todd’s swinging ballsack. The panda moaned into the tiger’s muzzle, his balls sagging lower, plumping in the ram’s grip.
The ram’s nimble hooflets traced their way from Todd’s balls up to his tight hole. Todd gasped as he felt the tip of one blunt, smooth hooflet probe his ring. Taking that as his cue, Mike knelt in front of the chubby panda and unzipped his pants, flooding Todd’s sense with feline musk, spicy and alluring. The tiger’s huge, throbbing phallus sprung out as Mike pulled his pants down. Todd’s mouth water as he eyed the drooling shaft as it throbbed in the air right in front of his muzzle.
Todd’s tongue snaked out and licked the head of Mike’s shaft. The tiger shuddered and guided his cock into Todd’s muzzle. The panda suckled on it, savoring the flavor. The veins pulsed and throbbed and sweet precum oozed down the panda’s throat.
Behind him, Dave’s hooflet pressed against his pucker, the gentle pressure relaxing his muscles. Todd moaned around the thick feline cock in his mouth as his flesh finally yielded and the hooflet breached his rear. Precum dripped from Todd’s cock as the thick digit knuckled a sensitive spot just inside his entrance.
Todd was in bliss, the hot meaty shaft throbbing in his mouth while the blunt hooflet stroked his prostate. Another digit pressed in, spreading him more and more. Delicious musk filled the air as the sound of pants dropping to the floor came from behind the older panda. A third finger, then a fourth, then the whole fist was shoved into him.
His ring tensed, stretched taught by the ram’s fist. The cock in the panda’s mouth stifled another pleasured moan as the fist was removed, leaving Todd feeling strangely empty. The fist was quickly replaced by Dave’s thick cock. It circled the panda’s ring, smearing precum on his fur. The shaft bumped his pucker and the ring tensed again.
“You’re weirdly tight today, babe.” Dave muttered. “Deep breaths, hun.”
The ram’s cock pressed more firmly into Todd’s entrance. He gripped the edge of the sofa, trying to relax into the fuck, and a heavy gold wedding band appeared on his finger. The pressure grew more and more. Then, suddenly, pleasure exploded in his brain and his ring spasmed wildly. Todd found himself bucking and moaning lewdly as two decades of anal orgasms hit him at once, his entrance loosening with each twitch of his hole.
“There we go.” Dave groaned, patting Todd’s shoulder happily as he eased his thick cock into the panda’s still-twitching hole. “That’s it hun.”
There was a beep upstairs that Todd dimly realized was the Chronivac alerting him that the change was complete. Todd groaned and shivered as his hole relaxed, cock drooling on the couch as the ram’s turgid member battered past his prostate. He moaned around the thick cock in his mouth, tongue lapping at it sloppily. It was too hard to concentrate on it and the wonderful feelings in his asshole.
“What happened to your head game, man?” Mike grunted in frustration.
Todd tried to pull off the cock to apologize, but Mike’s heavy paw shoved him down and held him tight to his pubic fur. All Todd could do was breathe in the concentrated musk and swallow, hoping his throat would get the buff tiger off. They needed to finish before Jeff got home so he could explain the changes to him.
Unfortunately, just as the thought came to him, the door opened and Jeff walked in, sparing the men on the couch only a glance. Finn followed after him and grinned when he saw Todd. Two other kids walked in-Greg and Chuck, Todd’s friends-and stared at the three older men fucking each other on the couch while the football game played.
Todd realized they were going upstairs to use the Chronivac and tried to pull off Mike’s cock to warn them, but the tiger wouldn’t let him off. Finn quickly rushed his friends upstairs, sparing Todd one last glance. Todd stared up at him, eyes pleading. The ram winked and left. Todd heard Jeff’s door close.
If they fiddled with the Chronivac, they might-he stifled a moan as Dave pulled out a bit then thrust back in, hitting his prostate-they might screw up his temporary shift!