Feral-lynx - Feral Lynx

Max Permyakov, @max_permyakov on IG.

Decent view. Woof!

Johan Fehd Karouani - An old one, but worth a re-post. Nasty, thick, grotesque, road map, dick skinned, vascular freak show. Imagine looking down and seeing that mutation for your arm. Pure muscle and power.

BRETT’S POV

 Finally the day had come to an end. After lots of activities for group bonding and competition, the first day of Christians Unite! Faith Camp came to a close. Being one of the two leaders for my group, I got the middle schoolers to bed and went back to my room. The other group leader, Nathan DeMarais, was already in the room when I got there. Nathan was a year older than me, and also one of the more popular kids at our college. Being in Student Council, wrestling, and baseball can help you rise the ranks. He wasn’t the worst person in the world, but I wasn’t about to call him my friend. He turned to face me, looking confused. 

 “Guess they didn’t know there would be two of us…” he pointed to the singular bed in the room. It was kind of weird, based on the fact that every leader room should’ve had two beds. Both of us were tired, so this wasn’t delightful. 

“Really sucks that we figured this out now,” I began, laying down my stuff. 

“Yeah,” Nathan grunted, jumping in the bed.

 “Sucks that one of us isn’t older, than we could probably say something.” The leaders ranged from ages 21-65, and the older you were the more power you usually had. Being the fact that we were both still in college, we were babies in the leader of power. 

“Yeah,” Nathan scoffed, then added, “it’s been a long day, so do you just want to share?” The last part came out in an awkward tone, but I was too exhausted to have thought about it. I still hesitated a little before I answered. 

“Sure.” I walked over to the right side of the bed, noticing him pipe a small smirk, before getting up to go to the bathroom. I pushed myself to the far right side of the bed, beginning to calm myself down. As I heard the door open, I noticed Nathan walk in with only his underwear. His tan, sharp physique looked over me had he laid his head at the foot of the bed. I had no idea why he didn’t have pajamas on or didn’t cover himself up. I could feel the heat off of his feet as he placed them near my head. They were huge! I must’ve never payed enough attention. 

“Woah!” I said, raising my head to look at him, “How big are these things?” 

“Only Size 16.” 

“Wow!” I don’t know why I said it so loudly, it was just so weird. He shrugged his shoulders and then pulled at the lamp string, turning the lights off. The room went dark, and Nathan shuffled a few times on the full-sized bed before falling asleep. I began to close my eyes, smelling a strange odor coming from nearby as I finally fell asleep.

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 NATHAN’S POV

 I brought my body to a complete stillness, making sure not to move. It was so hard to stay still when I was so eager. I’d had a crush on Brett Hanson for two years now, ever since I saw him come with his girlfriend to one of my wrestling matches. The fact that I got to sleep next to him is amazing, and now I could finally make him the perfect boyfriend. He made a weird face when I came in only in underwear, but it helps make the transformation smoother.


As soon as I heard is breathing slow down, I put my plan into action. Inch by inch, I moved my feet closer and closer to his head, until they were finally underneath his nose. I made sure to put them so that they were touching his nose through the thin layer of his pillowcase; that way if he woke up I would just say I just move a lot in my sleep. His breathing suddenly picked up, and I froze, thinking he might wake up, but then quieted down. I could feel his breath on my feet. Good, the process has begun.
I put a small alarm on my watch, making sure that it would wake me when it was time to take the next step.

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 3 HOURS LATER

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 My eyes shot open, the shock being more powerful than I thought. I looked around, remembering my surroundings before getting back to work. I felt something lightly touching my forehead, and I realized it was one of Brett’s feet. Brett before was only 5”10’, but if his feet were touching my forehead that must’ve meant he was and at least an inch taller than me now. Being 6’4” myself meant that he was probably around 6’5”-6”. I could also tell that his muscle mass had increased, for when I fell asleep he was at least a few inches away but I could feel the his hair on his body brushing mine. Even though it was dark, I could tell he had gotten a nice tan too from the heat bouncing off his body. It was time to start Step Two.


Gently, making sure not to tickle Brett’s enlarged feet, I pulled him more towards the foot of the bed. His hairier tickled my face, almost making me sneeze. Once I got his head to where it was level with my cock, I began to slowly pull down my underwear. It was so hard not to rip off his already tearing clothes; I could just see his hot body underneath. My cock was already fully extended to its 9 inches, so I just lightly worked Brett’s lips open and pushed it in. Brett, oblivious to what was happening in his sleep, began to suck. I pushed more and more in, making sure not to choke him but to keep a steady pace. After nearly 10 minutes, I felt him warm chin hit my bull nuts. I began to fall back to sleep, setting my alarm once more to the quiet noise of sucking


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3 HOURS LATER


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When I got shocked again, the outside had lightened up barely. I still had some time, but Step Three would have to be quicker than the last too.The sound of sucking had become louder, and almost as if it was more generous and meaningful. Somehow, Brett still hadn’t waken up, and that was a huge relief. I began to perform the last step, which would be a little harder than the others. My feet give the physical transformation, while my dick gave the mental. Brett said it sucked that neither of us were older, and I knew it was a joke, but for some reason I found him being a daddy would be really kinky.


I began the stressful project of slowly backing away from him. It was hard enough with making sure not to make a noise, but Brett was sucking so passionate it was hard to pull him off. After what seemed like hours of slowly backing away, I rolled over and backed up closer to him. I made myself comfortable, shoving his face right in between my buttocks. I closed my eyes as I felt the pressure build up inside of me. I grunted, pushing myself into the bed as I farted right into his face. I felt Brett begin to cough, but it was so strong that he passed out. He began to lick my butt in his sleep, which was probably part of the mental transformation kicking in. Each deep sniff that he took of my fart would age him a little more, so as I feel asleep for the last time I was excited to see my new boyfriend in the morning.


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1 HOUR LATER


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BRETT’S POV 

I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, looking at the beautiful body in front of me. If God wasn’t my number one, than I would’ve been. Being a basketball player back in college and becoming a trainer 10 years ago had really done good work to making me look like a god myself. I stomped out of the bathroom and saw Nathan sitting on the bed, in complete awe. 

“Something wrong?” I asked in my deep, rumbling voice. 

“No, it’s just,” Nathan cracked a nervous laugh, “you’re so beautiful.” 

“Haha!” I laughed, shaking the room a bit, as jumped on the bed. I placed my head on the headboard and laid my hairy legs over his. Nathan grabbed my feet as his pupils expanded. 

“Woah!” He said, looking at me and than back at them. “How big are these things?”

 “Only Size 18.” I lifted my left leg, shoving a foot right into his face. My feet were so big that I could only fit one on his face at a time. He began to sniff my foot before looking at me with those adorable, puppy-dog eyes that most kids have.

 “How old are you again?” Nathan asked, catching me off guard. He looked a little scared at first, but then I gave him a fatherly smile and he looked more comforted.

 “Kiddo,” I replied with, “How did you forget how old your daddy is?” 

“I just guess it’s a brain fart.” He smiled, knowing I would understand. I only have an IQ of 93, so I’ve forgotten a lot of things too. 

“41.” I replied with, and then grabbed his head and gave him a noogie. 

“Now let’s get going! I have a wife and three kids to get back to at home. If we’re fast we could still get to church on time too.” I got up off the bed; the floor beneath me creaked from all the pressure, and began to pack my clothes. 

“Brett?” Nathan asked, with a little hint of lust, “can we have a little fun before hand? I grunted, and then turned around to give him my stern face, but once again he was giving me the puppy eyes. I can never resist when kids do that. I got back on the bed and splayed my legs open as he got on top. I smiled as he began to bounce back and forth. I grabbed my reading glasses and snatched a Bible from the bookshelf. My cross necklace began to dance on my pecs from the party going down a few feet away.

 “Just remember, kiddo,” I said as my alpha male sperm began gathering up, ready to be shot, “it’s not Brett, it’s Daddy.”

George Peterson. damn.