Date: Mon, 20 Dec 1999 16:08:33 PST
From: Alaskan Malamute <amalamute@hotmail.com>
Subject: sk8r-dreams #6

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Sk8r-dreams "guest episode" by amalamute@hotmail.com
Thanks to reaver27@hotmail.com for permission to contribute
to the series. All his warning apply: Foreward: Don't read this
if you're not allowed to by someone or some law....blah blah blah
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Following Neil's transformation and initiation, James decided that the
former fag-hater had earned a juicier place amongst his harem. Later that
evening he made some adjustments to the strawberry blond slut and invited
him back to James' own room.

Despite an afternoon of almost constant submission to every rigid prick in
the house -- and there were no shortage of those -- Neil seemed more than
ready to offer himself up to James.

"Not just yet dude -- I've got some changes in store for you".

Neil paled: "You're not going to make me, ugh " -- he grimaced -- " a girl..
again are you? Although I'll take your cock any way I can get it"

James laughed, and laid his thumb on Neil's mouth. "No I'm going to make
more of a man out of you. How do you feel like getting through puberty in
one night?"

He took Neil's gaping mouth as an invitation and drawing the gay-boy to his
own powerful frame, he sucked deeply on the delicate tongue. This was the
first trigger for a series of slow changes that would occur through a night
of increasing intense fuck-magic. A fine sandy down began to appear below
Neil's slim waist, chiefly concentrated around his already very mature cock
but also evident on his butt and legs. A few wisps of darker hair also began
to creep up to the navel.

Over succeeding hours, as James ruthlessly teased Neil's developing body,
the slender frame began to fill out into that of an athletic youth. James
nibbled and tongued the flat-nipples as they rose above magnificently
defined pectorals; repeated exercising of the ripe ass saw it bloom into a
succulent bubble-butt. Neil's growing strength finally approached that of
James and the two grappled hungrily at each other as their triangular torsos
engaged.

"Geez man" Neil gasps once in exhilaration, and then again at sound of  the
sexy baritone voice generated by his new untiring ball sacs "- this has been
a wild night". His back arched as he sat astride James, clenching his
buttocks around James equally untiring prong. James reached forward and
sucked energetically on Neil's granite-like cock, teasing the cockhead again
and again until Neil -- delirious with pleasure - fell forward to stop him
momentarily. James took the chance to grab pull Neil face down into his left
armpit to savour some changes James had made to himself.

James' musky under arm odour now had the stimulating effect of a amyl jolt.
He held Neil's nose there long enough to set off some more changes. The
almost too-pretty Neil needed an edge to set him off from the other
muscle-boys waiting just outside. The still-boyishly-short hair now began to
snake out to a greater length of thick red-auburn hair that now ended
between his shoulder blades.

Neil sat back up, his head still swimming from the intense stimulation to
his sinuses, and caught a reflection of himself in one of the strategically
placed mirrors James had placed around the room. His eyes now seemed to have
a slightly Eurasian cast to them, his lips were fuller and his now
golden-brown left pec had a tattoo of Astroboy firing away from the nipple.
A pair of thick gauge silver ear rings finished out the set. Looking back
down he saw that James had a tattoo of Kimba the lion on his own breast. He
began to cum merely at the thought of how unbearably sexy the two of them
seemed together.

That was all he had time to register before he became conscious of James'
cock, still possessing him. The two embraced with open mouths as James
finally decided to let go, and the two spunks held each other as wave after
wave of expelled cum shook itself into Neil's welcoming ass.

*******
When James emerged from his room the next morning he found a hastily penned
note stuck to the door.

"Surf's up! We've all headed down to one of the beach cottages to get away
from the noise you two animals were making. Next time don't lock the door --
we want in! Your ass is mine when I see u next. Your luv-buddy -- Nick
PS Lick, suck, shoot".

James smiled - almost with relief. After waking up to find Neil's devilishly
sexy features buried in his groin, and following that up with an hour of
serious sex play, he appreciated the quiet.

He threw on some loose grey track pants, and grabbed some fruit, then
plonked himself down at his desk to let his imagination run a bit further.
He idly switched on the TV to see what morning `toons were still running.
The jarring loudness of an ad-break ends, as an episode of "Skater Cats"
resumes. This is an old fave of James, who always wished that he could skate
like the feline four who fight street crime on souped up boards. Now that he
*can* skate, his attention turns to their powerful figures -- not that he
wasn't always secretly turned on by those... Idly playing with his nipple he
remembers the Kimba tattoo he placed on his chest last night...and an idea
starts to form.

Despite the pleasures of the previous night, James is hooked on using his
power in new ways. Perhaps he should grab some new bods in while the gang
are out to experiment in some new wilder *hornier* directions.

James dresses quickly, grabs his board and leaves a note for Neil to join
the others at the beach cottage. A little nudge in his file and there isn't
much choice for Neil. He heads down to a rink in a nearby neighbourhood.

When he gets there the rink is deserted and he puts in some time on some
trickier moves, losing himself in the exhilaration of leaps and turns. After
some time he becomes aware of a group of 3 guys sitting on a bench, talking
and laughing amongst themselves -- but from the way they're pointing in his
direction, he gets the impression they're making fun of him. James spun off
the ramp and headed in their direction. As he got closer he recognized them
as some jock-types from his school, a couple of years ahead of him. Until
his recent transformation, James would have done anything to become like
these guys, but now he's passed them on a hot-rocket to horn heaven.

"Got a problem -- guys?" He draws out the last word with a hard, angry `z'.

One of them -- Michael as he recalls, an all round sportsman with
close-cropped black air, is quick to reply: " I think you're the one with a
problem. Get yourself a real sport. This skateboard stuff is a dead-end,
made for dead-enders." The others snort in agreement.
"Don't I know you?" says another, Tim, a burly sandy-haired footballer with
piercing green eyes.
James shrugs it off: "You should recognize a great skater when you see one."
"Yeah right, whatever".
The last one pipes up. Scott, a swarthy islander from up north, is slightly
smaller than the others but the school's champion runner for several years.
"...and how many minutes does it take before you're a great skater?" He
smiles at his own remark. All three wait for James to reply.

James is tempted to snarl a response, but his 160-IQ has already mapped out
some possibilities. He makes an offer "well I guess you hotshot types could
master some moves pretty quickly with the right teacher". Nods from two of
the guys. "Why don't you come around to my place" -- he hands Michael a piece
of paper with the address -- "in about an hour? I've got some great videos
and a projector TV to watch them on. You pick what you want to learn and
I'll make you a wiz at it by the end of the day."

The offer seems too outrageous to refuse, although the paper passed between
them has been created by James to trigger acceptance. A chorus of grunted
OKs brings a wry grin to James' face, and he races home to open a new set of
files.

				*******
At home, James makes some changes to the layout -- an additional TV room is
now fitted out with a long curved modular lounge, and state of the art
projection equipment with a screen built into the wall. A large mirror masks
a one-way window from James computer console.
He opens a set of files for Michael, Tim and Scott and sketches out some
basic changes. His experience with designing special triggers for Neil's
changes the previous night has prepared him for some more elaborate cues to
work on the unsuspecting man-meat about to enter his lair. A boner starts
poking its way out of the top of James pants, he moistens it with his tongue
and slowly manipulates it as he keys in further changes for himself.

Exactly an hour after making his offer, the doorbell begins to ring loudly.
James reluctantly packs his cock away -- for a short time only, he knows; and
greets them at the door. As they enter, he sees they have gone home to
change into more athletic attire, not exactly suited to skating but sexy
nonetheless -- shorts, T's or tanks and plenty of tasty flesh on display.

"Surprised you turned up dudes -- glad you could come -- just this way" He
herds them into the new TV room and gestures to the lounge. The TV is on,
with "Skater Cats" playing silently -- James has a CD playing loudly. "Sit,
hang, I'll get some drinks".

Back at his console, James observes as Tim and Michael sit a few feet apart
in the centre of the lounge, while Scott moves up to the screen, at first
impressed by the equipment, then unimpressed by the onscreen action. "What's
this -- kiddie time?"

"Not the sort of pussy I like" Michael suggests, but sits back into the
lounge.

"What's with the tight pants on that tiger dude" scoffs Scott.

"They seem kind of cool to me" says Tim, surprising himself. The others turn
their attention to him in greater surprise. His comments are supported by a
very definite bulge. He begins kneading his covered boner, breath shortening
as his hair begins to stand on end. Tim's torso begins to expand and push
beyond the confines of his oversize tank. His loose shorts now cling to
muscular thighs in a manner very similar to "the tiger dude". Michael leans
in to inspect the changes, and as he grabs Tim's arm, notices that it also
has become more muscular, and has begun to become covered in short black
fuzz.

"Tim, Michael -- what's happening to you guys?" Scott is momentarily unaware
of his own muscle growth, and that his long hair has begun to shorten and
simultaneously spread across his body. He holds his hands up in front of his
face and sees that the hair is sandy with black splotches in places, while
his nails have begun to thicken and lengthen.

Tim stands, and watches as his transformation into a tiger man continues.
His face becomes more feline in appearance, while his orange body hair is
marked with the expected black stripes.

"I'm getting hairs on the palms of my hands" Michael moans, as he morphs
into a pwoerfully built panther man. His chest has burst through his tee,
and he has removed his shoes and socks to accommodate developing claws.

James watches with fascination as leopard, panther and tiger men react to
the muscular development that has accompanied the more unusual physical
changes. Meantime James has allowed himself to become a lion man, - a
velour-like covering of sandy fur covers his body, and a luxurious mane of
dreadlocks has erupted -- not as full as a real mane, but copying the hip
style of the skating lion man. He joins the three to find them standing in
different poses, flexing, flicking their new tails and blinking in surprise
with their great cat eyes at their friends. Their bodies were still
essentially human, but the addition of wild feline qualities made them
appear definitely only fit for an adult audience.

They stare at James as he stands before them, proud and imposing. A majestic
black superhuman-looking cock stands above the tan hair around his groin.
Tim's tongue hangs out as he gawps at James, a definite bulge in his own
pants. Hmmm, James thinks, this one was a closet case before I started
working on his file.

"Tim why don't you see how Scott is doing, and I'll check Michael." James
heads for the slightly panic stricken panther, and with one claw rips off
the remaining clothing. He growls and displays his fangs, and bringing
Michael closer, drives his powerful velvety tongue into one ear while
simultaneously fondling the rapidly growing black panther man's cock.
Michael makes a sound mid way between growl and purr at the combined effect.
James turns him around, and plants 10" under Michael's tail, feeling his
heavy hairy balls scrape against the black fur of the muscular butt.

Hearing more growls, James turns to see that Tim has pushed Scott face
forward onto the lounge and has buried his long tongue in the leopard butt,
lapping at it while Scott writhes ecstatically, muscles gracefully rippling
under the ferocious onslaught of Tim's pent-up desire. Around the room,
newly-sensitized nostrils flare as the overwhelming male musk incites them
to a frenzy of lust.

James bites into Michael's neck, sucking the taut muscles in a way that he
knows will stimulate that erogenous zone. Further changes have seen
Michael's ears gradually move to the top of his head, where they are now
flattened back against the black furred skull in submission. His tail dances
in rhythm to James' powerful strokes, and he rakes his clawed hands back
across James' thighs, drawing him closer in.

Scott and Tim are now standing -- the leopard is against the wall, pinned on
the engorged tiger cock. One of Tim's outstretched hands press both of
Scott's hands above his head, while the other pinches and caresses at the
leopard pecs. Scott has surrendered himself to his mate as they nuzzle,
sometimes lovingly, sometimes savagely.

"I don't know what just happened to me but it sure as hell beats anything
I've done before." Michael's voice sounds sexy and Jamaican. James thought
it was a little bit of a cliché to do it but he loved the effect.

"That's enough talk" James commanded: "The king of the jungle wants to feel
some panther power."  He turned and proffered his royal ass to Michael, who
wasted no time in forcing his schlong into its welcoming grip. It wasn't
long before the other two cats had joined them -- although well muscled, they
were very flexible and so they twisted themselves into position so they
could alternately suck on Michael's pendulous balls and James' pole.

After a short-period, James excused himself and made some further changes to
the jocks' files. Without noticing it, they gradually reverted to more human
form: Michael was now black, with shaven head; Tim had short tiger-striped
hair on his head, while Scott had short blond & black dreads. When James
rejoined them, Tim was sandwiched between the others, his butt clenched
around Scott's dick as he frenched Michael like there was not tomorrow. The
wild orgy continued for some time, each time one blew there was always one
drinking down the cum while another blew inside him. Finally all ended up
draped sleepily over each other on the lounge.

Later as evening came, James reluctantly let them go. Now they were a
tightly bonded threesome - although if you looked a little closer you might
see slightly prominent incisors, or notice how far they could stick out
their tongues. The eyes had a certain quality that was unusual -- but James
made sure no one would question it.

He arranged their files so that they could transform themselves into their
were-forms, but only in each other's presence and with no one else present.
They would not be able to tell anyone of what had transpired. He warned them
that if they broke either rule, they'd be turned into strays. They all
protested that there was no danger of that. As James showed them out,
massaging each other butts, he could see that they would not be tempted to
break any rules...