Eli groaned softly as he nearly fell to his knees, the tremendous weight in his stomach throwing him off balance.  As much as his swollen, berry-filled stomach was bothering him though, it paled compared to the sight before him in the clearing. Geoff’s body was obscene.  The goat lay upon his stomach, a massive blob of drum-taunt goat belly.  Even in the pale light of the moon, Eli could see the tears streaming down his friend’s face as he forced more fruit into his mouth, bursting them messily, swallowing them with great heaving gulps.  The ground around him was littered with half eaten ones, and the goat’s face, neck, and part of his bloated stomach were covered in blue juice and pulp.  Eli’s ears drooped a bit as he gazed at his friend.  There was a low, ominous gurgling from his belly, heavy and liquid-like.  Geoff looked as though he was well past the point of no return, and Eli suspected that there was nothing that he could do to help him.  

But he knew he had to try.  He started to waddle over towards Geoff, even as the goat shoved another fruit in his mouth, gluttonous, ravenous sounding chomps and smacks mixing with whimpers of pain.  Eli nearly tripped as his stomach forced more of the zipper down on his pants, the garment finally surrendering and sliding down to his ankles.  He managed to catch himself on his hands and knees, but the violent movement made his belly slosh and sent pain cascading through him.  He whined, a sharp, keening cry splitting the air as he did so.  He gazed up at his friend, and their eyes met for a moment. Still gorging himself, Geoff’s eyes conveyed what his mouth couldn’t: a silent plea for Eli to help him.

The rabbit was about to try to struggle up to his knees when Geoff’s eyes widened slightly and the rabbit hear the sound of someone approaching him from behind. He turned to look over his shoulder.  Before he could react, he was aware of something large, soft, and fuzzy being pressed against his face.  His blood ran cold as he remembered the scent of the berries in his apartment, and before he could stop himself, his body reacted. He gobbled up the fruit, bursting it with his powerful teeth, the cool fluid flowing down into his belly.  It seemed to trigger something inside of him, something he didn’t fully understand. His stomach lurched and he almost felt the urge to vomit.  He gasped for breath, coughing and sputtering, his arms and legs trembling as he heard a soft chuckle.  

“Well, well, well, two for one tonight. Beautiful.” The voice… he looked up weakly,  painfully aware note only of the pressure in his belly, which seemed to be growing stronger by the moment, but also of the fact that his tongue was running all over his teeth and lips, trying to capture more of the juice.  The panda knelt down next to him, as more gurgling gulps and almost obnoxiously loud chews from Geoff filled the air.  The panda reached out and caressed the side of Eli’s swollen belly, coaxing a soft whimper from him. His stomach seemed incredibly sensitive now, the soft stroking making the pain fade for a moment.  

The rabbit saw another berry a few feet away, and started to crawl towards it, unsure if it was to try and keep it away from Geoff, or because his own body wanted, no was practically demanding that he devour it, no matter how full and bloated he felt. Jack reacted with lightning speed, kneeling down and grabbing the rabbit around his haunches.  “Ah, ah, ah. Now, now, now, my cute little rabbit, all in due time, all in due time.” He said, his warm breath misting in the cool air, brushing against Eli’s fur and making the rabbit shiver.  One of the hands roamed back over the rabbit’s straining boxers, caressing his backside through them. “You’ll get your berries soon enough. But for now, I think we should watch the show. And I’ve always been curious if the rumors about your kind are true.” He said, his voice heavy with undisguised lust.  

Eli’s eyes widened as he felt one hand depart from his pert rump, followed swiftly by the sound of a belt being unbuckled and a zipper undone.  The hand returned a moment later, gently peeling his boxers down in the back, letting the cool air caress his furry ass. “And why not give your friend a nice show for his send off. I’m sure he’ll appreciate the view.”

Before Eli could react, Jack had sat down on the soft ground and pulled the rabbit into his lap.  Eli shook his head, trying to think of something to say, trying to beg, to plead for mercy, for anything, but whatever he was about to say was stolen as he felt a large, warm bulge sliding up between his taint, pressure building as the panda’s shaft nestled itself against his hole. He looked back over his shoulder, his lips trembling, his stomach heaving, the large, bulging orb rising up and down as he gulped down air, standing in such stark contrast to the rest of his lithe cervine body.

Jack merely smirked and gave a buck of his hips. A sharp yelp echoed through the glade as he felt the panda’s cock push through his tailhole and into his tight, warm depths.  His eyes bulged as he sank down on the shaft, the panda taking him dry, but the pressure and discomfort was nothing compared to the ache in his belly.

The panda’s hand reached out and caressed Eli’s swollen tummy, and before he could stop himself, the young rabbit moaned. The gentle strokes against the gravid, fecund orb felt pleasant, good even. It made the pain and pressure abate a bit, he whimpered and crooned, shaking his head once more as he felt his own weight cause him to sink down upon his attacker’s malehood.  

“Hmmmm, yeah, nice and tight,” Jack whispered into his ear. “I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I saw you were the one snooping around.” He said with a wicked chuckle. “Nice, sexy rabbit like you? Be sure to smile for the cameras… I’m going to want to remember this for a long time.” He gave another buck of his hips, and Eli let out a soft squeak as a loud ‘smack’ filled the air. A thick, stabbing warmth, achingly familiar, filled his innards, and unbidden, he felt himself hardening.  Another buck, another soft groan, another stab of pleasure.  

“Ohhhhh,” he groaned before he could stop himself, starting to pant as his cock grew erect and full, his balls feeling full and heavy, and he tried to look down at himself, but he was unable to see his shaft past the gurgling mass of his stomach.  “Please…” he whispered, anxiety, pleasure, terror and a heady cocktail of other emotions surging through him as Jack began to build up a steady, pounding rhythm, forcing the rabbit to ride him. Pleasure of being fucked and his belly being rubbed mixed with the uncomfortable, bloating fullness as he watched his stomach slowly grow, forcing his shirt upwards, and the undeniable pain of his ravisher’s fucking forcing his belly up and down almost violently.

A part of his mind demanded that he needed to try and escape, screamed at him to fight back, to struggle, to do anything to escape his coming fate.  But what could he do, another part of him seemed to wonder. He was trapped, the pain and pressure and pleasure was overwhelming, and he could barely move his legs, with his underwear wrapped around them.  The panda’s strength was also surprisingly potent, as evidenced by the ease by which he kept bouncing the bunny up and down in his lap.  There was also the fact that Eli, to his shame, was enjoying this, the pleasure helping to distract him from pain and the pressure and the knowledge of his impending fate.  

Another low gurgle, and a choking gag reached his sensitive ears, and Eli looked up with tears in his eyes at Geoff.  Froth and plasma was starting to spill from the goat’s mouth, his entire body fading to blue. His form pulsated and seemed to ripple, and Eli could see him expanding now, watching his body and form bloat inch by inch. His eyes were wide with fear and pain, still silently begging Eli for help, even as he was forced to watch his swelling friend get ravished.

“Ahhh, we’re reaching the main act now, my sweet rabbit,” he heard Jack whisper in his ear. “I want you to pay close attention to this.  It’s what’s going to happen to you, after all.” He said with a wicked chuckle, one hand reaching up to pinch Eli’s nipples through his straining shirt.  

Geoff’s body was growing more and more spherical in nature, his entire form becoming one huge bloated ball of juice.   He already looked to be more than five and a half feet wide, his back swelling up, his limbs being swallowed by his ever expanding form.  Geoff trembled and flapped his hands, his hide creaking as more low groans filled the air.  Eli whimpered, watching helplessly as Geoff’s own weight caused his body to start to form a crater in the soft loam. He knew what that meant. Knew what was going to happen to his friend, and with a  stab of fear, knew that its exactly what was going to happen to him as well.  Geoff let out a gurgled grunt, and a look fluttered over his face, one that seemed to be of shame, and Eli was faintly aware that there was the sound of a low, heavy thumping, as though something was striking the huge, juice-swollen goat, followed by the sound of something splattering against the ground. Looking closely, he could see another huge puddle of plasma spilling out from behind Geoff, and he felt his own cheeks blush and grow heated from the sight.

“Hmmm, not very often that they do that.” Jack said softly, and the panda chuckled once more, never stopping his ministrations. “At least, not without a little… help… from me…”  He reached down and tore Eli’s boxer-brief’s from his legs, and before he could stop himself, the bunny felt himself spreading his legs wide, feeling his shaft twitching and throbbing, actually reaching up and slapping the curving underside of his swollen tummy in time with the panda’s thrusts.  His feet came to rest on the forest floor, and the poor rabbit whimpered once again as he felt Jack’s breath upon his cheek. “I wonder if you’ll be the same way…” he whispered, his hands dancing over the rabbits bare stomach, and Eli blushed as he realized that the pressure inside of his gut had grown so vast and potent that his belly-button had actually popped out from the pressure, forming a little bulge on the apex of his stomach.  “Will that be you in a few minutes, my sweet, sexy little rabbit?” Jack cooed as he continued to thrust up into Eli’s ass, every thrust of the panda’s shaft brining a potent stab of pleasure, mixed with the pain and discomfort of his belly audibly sloshing. “Big and blue and round… cumming your brains out, trying desperately to get that one last bit of pleasure before the end… silently begging for me to give you one last filling?”

Eli bit down on his lip to keep himself from crying out, fear mixing with ecstasy, made all the more potent by the fact that a part of him was practically begging for him to scream out ‘yes’.  There was a strange voice in his mind now, a compulsion he didn’t understand. Bigger! It screamed. You must get bigger!

And he was, to his shame.  His belly was massively engorged now, looking like some parody of a pregnancy. His shirt had rolled up around his chest, which had also begun to grow a bit.  He could feel the juice  building up behind his nipples as his shirt was stretched tightly by his growing chest, flappy, doughy moobs making the formerly loose garment look like a twisted version of a maternity bra.  His cock and his balls felt heavier by the minute, thick, meaty slaps of it striking against his stomach filling the grove. Whimpering once more, he looked at Geoff, shaking his head, terrified for both himself and his friend, knowing exactly how this was all going to end. The goat’s face was covered in the blue plasma gunk, but his eyes were fixated on the scene before him, watching their attacker’s shaft sink deep into Eli’s ass again and again.  

Eli gave a sharp cry, and felt a burst of precum surge from his cock.  Even in the low light of the moon and the stars, the rabbit could see that it had the same bluish color as the stuff that was pouring from Geoff’s mouth, and from behind him.  It was starting, it was really starting, he was approaching the point of no return, he realized.  His belly gave an ominous gurgle, and he closed his eyes and shook his head, as though he might somehow will it all away, that it would turn out to be a nightmare, and he’d wake up safe and sound in his bed.

He heard Jack chuckle again, and knew that it wasn’t the case. The panda reached down and gave his ass a sharp slap. “Hmmmm, someone’s starting to enjoy this I think.  Can’t blame you, really. If I knew this was gonna be my last fuck, I’d try and have a good time too.”  

Eli opened his eyes, and looked down.  He gaped as he gazed down at himself, past his swollen stomach and his shaft (which he could just now start to see the head of, making him blush as he realized how big he was growing down there as well) and he realized that Jack was no longer thrusting his hips, and yet the bursts of pleasure and discomfort were still mixing together.  The reason that they were doing so was because Eli was now working his hips of his own violation, his body eagerly bouncing up and down on the panda’s malehood. “Nnnnnnh…” he whimpered, before he felt a wetness against his tightly stretched shirt.

Gazing down at the garment, watching how it cupped  and creaked against his growing moobs and his hardened nipples, Eli could only feel his shame grow even more intense as he realized that the juice… plasma…whatever the fungus infused liquid truly was, was oozing out of his nipples. The cool, sticky wetness of the liquid, combined with the spreading stains of blue against the whiteness of his shirt, made it impossible to deny. He yelped a moment later as Jack, no longer having to hold the swelling rabbit in place in order to make him ride up and down on the thick shaft inside of him, reached up and gave one of them a squeeze. A gush of the fluid actually shot through the fabric, a spray of it arcing out through the air, splattering against Eli’s swelling stomach and spattering against the forest loam.  

Good. He realized. It had felt good. His body was craving more of it.  His shaft, still growing, hard, heavy, and every bit as turgid as his stomach, twitched in response, another glorping burst of pre shot from the swollen crown. The voice in his mind, the one that was demanding that he grow bigger, larger, heavier, was growing louder, more insistent.  The pressure and discomfort as his belly jiggled and quivered with each lewd ‘smack’ was starting to fade. It was still present, still there, but mixing with the pleasure, becoming a twisted, alien form of encouragement. With a trill of emotions, one part lust, one part horror, Eli realized that his body was becoming to equate pressure and pleasure as the same thing.  The fungus… it was messing with his head, wanting him to like what was happening to him, to crave it. It wanted him to enjoy being bloated up like Geoff, reduced to a huge immobile sphere.

His eyes fell on his friend, watching the goat sink lower into the ground.  Geoff’s form was all but perfectly spherical now, thick, syrupy plasma practically gushing out of his mouth like a high pressure hose. His hands were drumming out  a staccato beat on his pulsating body, a tight, rapid thumping to mix with the low, dull ‘booms’ that Eli knew had to be the sound of his bloated, twitching shaft striking his own body.  Geoff’s head jerked and spasmed, his fur completely blue, from the start of his snout to the tip of his tail.  His eyes were wider than Eli could ever remember seeing them in his life, clearly projecting mixed emotions of fear and pleasure as he struggled to stay conscious.

As his own belly twitched and seemed to ‘ripen’ another inch or so, Eli knew that that was what he was being…conditioned…to become. His mind was being overtaken as much as his body was, warped and twisted to where he would want to become that. Would want to grow huge, immobile. Would want to become so heavy he sunk into the ground. Would want to fill with juice and fungus and gods knew what else until his body could stand no more. Before the end, if he could stay conscious, he realized, he would become eager and willing, he would want to explode like an overfilled water balloon, just as right now he wanted to keep bouncing up and down on Jack’s cock and was helpless to stop himself. Another tear trickled down his cheek as he kept working his way up and down, gurgled sloshes filling the air again and again.  

Jack’s hands caressed his sides, stroked the huge, gravid orb and continued to roll and cajole his moobs, which were now starting to make his shirt-bra creak and groan, each of the doughy swells looking like nothing so much as a miniature version of his engorged stomach, or blueberries themselves. His legs and arms were still lithe and limber, though, but the bunny could feel the tingling spreading to them, and knew that before long, they too would start to bloat and balloon.  

“Feels so good, doesn’t it?” Jack’s voice tickled his ear, reminding Eli of a Siren, achingly beautiful monster luring him to his doom.  “You want this… we both know it. You wanna swell up. You wanna get bigger… you wanna feel tighter…” Another squeeze of a bloated moob, another gush of juice from his nipple and his shaft, another moan that he was helpless to stop.  “Go ahead… let it out… stop lying to yourself. Not like anyone’s here to hear you admit it except Geoff and me… and I’m not gonna kiss and tell.” A wicked chuckle followed, and Eli felt the panda’s tongue running along his left ear. “And something tells me Geoff’s not gonna rat you out to anyone either.”  The hands moved south, one stroking his swelling tummy, the other one ghosting down lower, before gripping Eli’s shaft and giving it a few skilled strokes that made his balls ache and quiver.  The bunny bounced up and down, but somehow managed to jerk his hips forward, fucking the panda’s hand, lust burning inside of him to the point where Eli felt like he was in a twisted form of heat. He’d have fucked anything in that moment, no matter how willing it was, how inhuman, or how depraved the action might have been.  

“Yes!” he said, a pleasure laced sob in his voice as he continued to ride the panda willingly, eagerly, juice leaving his body in ever greater amounts, but not doing anything to even begin to halt the pressure inside of him. “I wanna… I wanna get bigger… need to get bigger… need to swell… need to grow!” he cried out, moans and whimpering murrs leaving his beautiful muzzle. In the back of his mind, he realized why he was so…needy… so eager.  The fungus was using him as a host, in some twisted form of reproduction.  It wanted him to spread it further still. Either by bursting like a balloon… or by fucking someone and letting it spread to them as well.  He looked back over his shoulder, gazing at Jack, and the panda’s damnable, shit-eating grin.  The grin of someone who knew that they had won.  For a moment, Eli contemplated trying to turn the tables on his attacker, to use his weight to turn around and pin Jack, and then to spread the infection to him, to try to ensure somehow, that even if he wound up exploding here tonight, that he and Geoff would be the last of the twisted fur’s victims.

He tried to will himself to turn and bury Jack under his weight, to force himself on the panda somehow, to at least take the depraved rapist with him.  But at that moment, the panda snarled and started to hump his hips upwards once again, slamming into the swelling rabbit with almost bruising force.  Eli cried out as one of his attacker’s hands pressed against the apex of his stomach, while the other one reached up to play with a swelling moob, squeezing and juicing it for all it was worth.  The other fur’s cock jackhammered against his prostate and other sensitive regions, and the poor rabbit squirmed and writhed as he wondered what was bringing this change on.  Then he felt Jack’s dick starting to pulsate and throb, swelling up slightly, the crown becoming even more bloated and engorged, and his jaw dropped open and his eyes grew wide as he realized what was going on. But he was helpless to stop himself, his backside clapping against Jack’s crotch, his inner muscles squeezing the hot pillar of flesh, his body crying yes even as his mind screamed no. The only sound that left his lips was a moan of disappointment as that delightfully skilled set of fingers and soft, fuzzy paw left his own length unattended.

“Get… ahhh yeah… get ready, my beautiful, swelling slut… because here…”  he pulled back down as Eli rose up, until only the head of his shaft was left inside, then he bucked his hips up with a power Eli normally would have associated with a horse, a dragon, or another, far more powerful fur, and buried himself as deep as he could in his bloating bunny victim. “I….” he did it again, and Eli let out a whimpering grunt of pleasure as he felt hot, deliciously thick liquid starting to spurt from the panda’s malehood.  “Cum!”

And cum Jack did. A snarling roar filled the clearing as the panda’s cock seemed to erupt like a firehose into Eli’s warm, tight depths.  His bowels felt like they’d been filled in an instant, the force of the gushing semen enough to drive the breath from Eli’s lungs, his ears wiggling cutely as he struggled to wrap his head around the sheer volume of hot panda spunk that he could feel surging into his body.  He could feel it mixing with the juice and other fluids inside of him, his body writhing, pressure and an alien pleasure returning once again.  There was a slight drop off, and Eli thought for a moment it might have been the end, then Jack’s cock twitched once more, and the geyser like eruption renewed itself.  He swore he could feel it pulsing in his stomach as the panda rammed home again and again, his belly twitching, and his swollen moobs jiggling about so violently that it looked like for a moment they were literally going to pop out of his shirt-turned-bra.

More! He found his carnal side calling for.  Eli cursed his cervine heritage as his ass gripped tightly at Jack’s malehood, contracting and trying to seemingly milk the panda of his seed. His stomach bloated outwards further still, larger, heavier, feeling tight and turgid, massively gravid and swollen as his engorged cock slapped against the underside of it. The feedback loop of pressure and pleasure proved too much for him, and Eli let out a gurgling, whimpering sob of pleasure and delight, his keening voice echoing through the clearing as his own climax came crashing down on top of him.  He was no stranger to sex, though it had been a couple of months since he’d gotten intimate with anyone. But this was by far the most potent peak that he’d ever experienced in his young life.  His world practically went white, stars bursting in front of his eyes, his every nerve and fiber crying out in sensual relief and release.  His cock twitched and he felt his engorged, juice-and-cum heavy balls contract. A stream of thick, blue cum rocketed out of his malehood and across the clearing, the stream so powerful and under such pressure that it actually splattered against Geoff’s swollen form. Some of it mixed with the torrents of blue gunk steaming down the goat’s front, some of it struck him where his shoulders would once have been, some of it painted what parts of his face had thus far remained dry.  

Eli had no idea how long the climax of him or his attacker lasted, but by the time that he finally came down, his swollen chest jiggling with every breath, the doughy growths almost comically huge by now, his stomach was at least a good four inches larger around.  Weak spurts still oozed from his shaft, which was still painfully erect, the lust building rapidly once more, and Jack’s did as well.  Shame made Eli’s ears droop. He’d cum. He was being bloated and fucked against his will, likely to meet his end by the hands of this deranged maniac, and yet still, despite the horror, despite the fear, and the raw violation of it all, he’d cum. And indeed, not only had he’d climaxed, he’d popped his cork harder than he ever had before in his life. He wanted to sob, but he couldn’t find the breath.

Worse, far from abating the lust and carnal need raging inside of his body, it seemed to have amplified it.  Panting, Eli was once again reminded of the parasitic nature of the fungus that was the root cause of this.  In the back of his mind, the portions of his brain still able to process rational thought wondered if this was some evidence of a mutation in the stuff.  By forcing the host to swell and eventually burst, the fungus could spread itself around, but it was so…inefficient… compared to the possibility of him or some other host being able to infect someone else through intimate contact.  He felt sick, all of a sudden, even through the rampaging lust and the raw, feral need to fuck and cum and breed until he couldn’t move his hips anymore and collapsed from sheer exhaustion. Suddenly, he was very grateful that he was going to meet his end soon. Lusty, taboo visions began to dance in his mind as Jack gave a grunt and forced him onto his hands and knees. As his swollen, turgid belly brushed against the ground, Eli found himself fantasizing about everything once again. Nothing was off limits… nothing was ‘sacred’. Friends. Family. Teenage fantasies and crushes, and even stranger, more exotic visions flickered through his mind. He dreamed of fucking them all, bloating them, making them turn blue and swell like him.

A low, heavy creaking noise, mixed with roiling, deep burble-like sounds drew Eli back to reality. It was Geoff. His body was more than ten feet around now, a hideous, bloated mockery of everything he had once looked like (and to Eli’s further horror, a part of him now found that form irresistibly sexy, and only his own heavy belly and Jack’s rough fucking and grip kept him from trying to waddle over and mount his friend). The goat coughed and liquid-heavy chokes came from his body, a pool of blue goop and plasma filling the ground around him like a massive puddle of syrup. The dull booms of his own engorged malehood striking his body echoed rhythmically through the cool night air, a noise that the poor swelling rabbit couldn’t help but now compare to a strange clock of sorts, counting down the time until his best friend was no more. Geoff shook his head violently, his eyes wide, pupils dilated as he started to twitch like he was hooked up to an electric current. His body pulsed alarming, the groans and fleshy creaks coming more and more quickly.

“The moment is upon us,” Jack hissed, still humping away at Eli’s backside, his cock plunging in and out as he leaned against the rabbit’s back, one hand pulling Eli’s ears back, the other forcing him to gaze on the bloated blueberry-goat. “Watch closely, you don’t want to miss your friend’s grand finale.”

The rabbit whimpered softly, blue fur shimmering in the moonlight, his eyes wide and unblinking, as though some force was commanding him to watch Geoff’s final moments.  He sobbed inwardly, his eyes meeting the goat’s a silent ‘I’m sorry’ passing between them. One part of Eli wanted desperately for Geoff to somehow pull through this nightmare, to reach out and somehow save him, or for some miracle to post-pone his demise. Another part of him desperately wished to see it end, if only to spare his friend further torment.  

The boom, boom, boom continued, mixed with the heavy gushing of juice-laden cum and plasma and other fluids as the swollen goat-berry tried desperately to hold on for just a few more seconds.  His body pulsed and rippled and throbbed, the creaking growing louder, now one, long continuing note.  

Then it happened. One moment, there was a huge, twelve foot wide orb before Eli’s eyes. The next it was gone and there was what seemed to be a tidal wave of blue goop and fluid surging towards him. A resounding ‘boom’, deep and wet, like a waterballoon exploding, magnified a thousand times over, reached his ears and he faintly remembered shrieking Geoff’s name while Jack laughed maniacally and kept thrusting into him.  Then it seemed to be raining and the wave (greatly diminished, as the huge crater where the goat had been just moments before, now filled to the brim, seemed to catch most of the fluid) splashed up into his face.  Eli choked as he swallowed a couple of mouthfuls of the intoxicatingly sweet fluid, sobbing as he realized that despite knowing what it was, his body craved more.  As his belly brushed against the forest floor and continued to press outwards, his sides growing further still, his moobs heavier and fuller than ever, and his ass quivering with every tremendous thrust that Jack gave him, Eli knew that only the panda’s fierce grip and his own impossibly bloated weight kept him from crawling forward, sticking his head into the massive crater, and drinking every drop of the thick juice that he could get in his maw.

His cock twitched, and another surge of pleasure rushed through him as more tears trickled down his eyes, the crushing implications that Geoff was no more crushing down on him, robbing him of his will to resist (what little of it was left) as Jack mercilessly fucked him.  Through the pleasure, he was able to feel a stab of envy, despite his despair. In a twisted sort of way, Geoff was free now. Free from the pain and the humiliation and being twisted into Jack’s toy and the fungus’ pawn.  It wouldn’t be long now, he hoped, before he had a similar ‘release’, he thought, bowing his head as Jack released him, chuckling wickedly. His ears drooped down over his face as Jack gave his side a slap, making the juice inside of him slosh and gurgle, while another hand reached down to caress a doughy, flabby, juice-swollen moob that had grown to be the size of a cantaloupe.

“Well, he certainly went out with a  bang… biggest one I’ve seen in a while…” Jack murmured, lust evident in his voice. “Almost as big as Warren…” he gave the moob a squeeze, and Eli whimpered as more juice gushed out, the sodden fabric creaking in protest, and a fresh splash of warm, sticky fluid hitting the underside of his belly as he realized that he was still, in a freakish way, ‘cumming’ and hand’t truly stopped. “Think you’ll be as big as him, my sweet rabbit? Think you’ll get that big and bloated before you explode?” Eli could only whimper, a part of him wanting to burst right now, another part, half mad with lust, still demanding he find something, anything to sink his cock into and make swell up like him, another part of him wanting this to go on forever.	
 
“Hmmmm, I say we find out,” Jack’s voice was as damnably smug and mocking as ever, the loud, wet claps and smacks of his crotch slamming into the poor, swelling rabbit’s backside filling the air again and again.  Eli could feel the juice and goop that was once his friend pooling around his arms and legs and belly, sloshing alongside the stuff inside of him. He gave another whimpering sob, and then bowed his head and began to gulp down as much of the cold juice as he could, gluttonous gulping filling the air as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful.  More tears trickled down his cheeks as he tried to will himself to stop, but couldn’t.  

The pressure inside of his body was immense, pressing outwards insistently. His cock thumped against his belly, and Eli swore he could feel his nuts contracting as his body constantly pumped out streams of juice-laden cum.  More! His body screamed. Bigger! Must get bigger! His shaft felt heavy, his balls quivering and bloated as they rocked against his form, trickles of warm, almost frothy panda cum oozing down them as Jack mercilessly fucked him.  But it was nothing at all compared to the balloon-like force pressing outwards in his belly. The bloated, gravid orb shook and pulsed, pushing against the ground insistently, the sodden earth compacting a bit underneath him as he felt Jack starting to speed up.  

“Yeah, that’s it, grow,” Jack murmured. “Get all nice and swollen for me, show me how much you like it,” he said, and Eli flushed a deep purple in shame, remembering for a moment the many cameras that he had discovered. Another sob of humiliation rocked him as he knew that his fate was being recorded. He remembered the positions that they were in, whimpering as he knew they were getting a grand view of the panda fucking him, and worse still, that one of them was pointed at his backside, meaning that his own arousal would be plainly visible.  

He could feel Jack’s cock  starting to pulse and throb once more, the copious, seemingly inhuman amount of precum flooding into his depths once again.  The panda sped up, and losing himself to the lust and desire of the moment, perhaps simply wanting something to distract himself from his inevitable fate, Eli started to work his hips backwards once again, contracting his tight tunnel around the panda’s malehood.  He felt a grip on his neck, firm, but not choking as he was forced to gaze up into Jack’s visage. The panda’s leering grin gazed down at him, and he let out a domineering growl as he lunged forward and pressed his lips against Eli’s.  The rabbit’s eyes bulged once more as his rapist forced his tongue into the rabbit’s mouth, groaning sensually as he let his tongue duel with Eli’s like he owned him.

The rabbit whimpered and gave a muffled groan as his cock throbbed and pulsed, slapping against his belly and his thighs.  Pleasure cascaded through him and the streams that were shooting from his shaft grew thicker and more voluminous as he whimpered and thrashed, his cries of ecstasy muffled by the panda’s kiss.  This was it, Eli realized, he was about to get filled again, he thought to himself, as he realized that his swollen stomach was growing heavier, fuller, the pressure of the growing swell pushing him up off the ground as Jack breathed heavily through his nose and slammed his hips into Eli one more time.	
  
The panda’s first incredible climax had done nothing to abate his lust or the amount of thick, potent cum that was locked away in his balls.  Eli let out a low, whimpering moan as he felt the rich, fertile seed explode into his innards once again. The hot, fresh torrent cascaded through him and Jack howled in lust and desire, not caring that he was shin-deep in what was once Geoff, or who might hear them.  The volume of his cries, the hissing, domineering words that slipped from his tongue as he came, reminding the poor rabbit what was happening to him, how he was soon to be nothing but a gigantic, sloshing ball of juice, cum, and gods only knew what else left the bunny torn once more (in addition to, to the rabbit’s further shame, making the hose-like stream of juice and cum shooting from his own member all the more potent).  A part of him still clung to that desperate hope that someone might hear him, might be wandering around out here, drawn by the sound of Geoff’s fate, and somehow free him from his tormentor. Another part of him was terrified of it. Not because of shame of being found like this, a blue furred, half-transformed and bloated mockery of what he once was, resting on a nearly bean-bag chair sized belly full of fluids, cum overflowing out of his ass and stretching his achingly tight tummy wider by the second. No, his fear was that he was far too gone for any intervention to help and that all that would happen would be that he would expose yet another person to this fate.  

As if to hammer home that point, another surge of hot panda-spunk flooded into him. Gods, how could Jack possibly cum this much? It was inhuman! “Yeah, bloat for me, my sweet, sexy bunny-berry!  Gonna… gonna make you so big before the end! Bet you’ll… bet you’ll be my biggest yet!” Jack’s voice echoed through the trees and the cold night air, the pooling juice around them sloshing and lapping at Eli’s swollen sides as their frantic, animalistic rutting disturbed it.  Before he could help himself, Eli noticed he was drinking from it again, reaching out with his arms, cupping it and bringing it to his lips since his belly was now making him grow so high that he could no longer simply stick his head down to the surface of it.

Juice gushed from his swollen moobs, and out of his cock. His balls ached and felt full, tight, his shaft harder than it had ever been before in his life. More, he thought to himself. I gotta have more!

He could feel the pressure spreading as the wet, lewd claps and smacks of Jack’s fucking filled the air, cum and juice mixing inside of him, a bubbling froth of it actually building up around his asshole from the sheer volume that was pouring into him. And then it happened yet again. He saw another vision, another twisted mental image that he could only hope was a product of the fungus that was taking over his mind. He saw himself full, round and huge. A perky, almost comically bloated chest projected off of a six foot wide sphere, and a pair of nuts rested on the ground in front of him, each the size of a pulsating basketball, juice shooting from his shaft. He was ripe, that was the only word that seemed proper.  Then he realized that in this twisted, hedonistic nightmare, he was not alone. Jack was there, but so was someone else.

Professor Brown was there. The middle-aged mouse struggled in the bonds that held him spread eagle, his coat in disarray, his pants in tatters and possessing some holes in a very convenient location.  Eli gazed at the mouse’ shaft and his pert rear, even as his mentor stared back at him in horror and fear, the rabbit could feel his shaft hardening, the tip of it emerging from underneath the curve of his body and the cavernous regions between his mammoth balls and his gravid, rotund form.  Raw, feral lust filled him as he waddled forward, the head of his shaft already dripping, bloated with need, quivering like a serpentine monster dead-set on claiming its prey.  He somehow managed to make his spherical form lurch forward. There was a bit of resistance, aided by the excessive amounts of lubrication that his juice-swollen cock was emitting, and he heard his professor give a loud squeak in a combination of pleasure and discomfort as the large malehood sank into his depths.

“That it, fuck him,” Jack whispered. “Fill him… change him. Make him just like you!” the dream-panda said, his voice was low, seductive, laden with a lusty desire of its own.

He could hear another voice in his head. It was lower, softer, and it seemed both masculine and feminine at the same time, a mixture of a great many voices that he’d heard through his life. We must spread.  You must help us. You will help us. You will be the first of many.

He felt his cock start to jerk and spasm, and the swollen rabbit clenched his hands into fists and drummed them rapidly against his sides as he rocked his huge body back and forth. He felt liquid gushing up into Brown, saw his professor’s cute, handsome face start to turn blue as his belly began to round out, straining against his tattered pants.

He was jerked back into reality as he realized that Jack was starting to thrust harder and faster into him.  Eli moaned and shook his head, trying to clear the hedonistic vision, to banish it.  He had submitted to Jack. The perverted, psychotic panda had him now, and there was nothing he could do but at least try to enjoy his last few minutes before he burst like a balloon.  But the thought of him trying willingly to spread this… it still made him shudder.  He blinked and looked around, aware suddenly that while he had been day-dreaming and fantasizing about transforming Professor Brown into a huge, bloated berry-fur like himself, his body had been rounding out.  His arms and legs had been swallowed up into divots, and all he could do was moan as he realized that he was at least five feet off the ground now, his body huge and spherical.  

The poor rabbit briefly wondered how in the world Jack was still fucking him silly, but then he felt more of the weight shifting on his back, and his jaw fell open, a soft moan of embarrassment and lust tumbling from his lips as he realized that the panda had simply held on tight, and kept thrusting away into him. Even worse, was that the comically bloated nature of his nuts (which each felt like they were a foot and a half or so in diameter), seemed to allow them to function almost like a chair for Jack.

“Getting… getting close… my big, bloated fuck-slut.” That damnably arrogant voice said, and Eli whimpered as he felt his cock quiver, and another surge of juice-laden seed blasted out of it to strike against the ground. Eli felt the thick, warm clumps splatter against his matted fur, and clenched his fingers, gritting his teeth as he realized how good it felt, how he wanted more. Please… he thought to himself… just… just let me cum one more time before the end… He thought, imagining the constant stream of fluid that was gushing out of him suddenly turning into a rampaging flood. Just wanting to feel good, great even, one last time before the end.

He could feel it building once more, a pressure of its own, just below his belly.  Tighter and tighter it grew, and his hide seemed to creak and groan in sympathy to it. He could feel his massive, heavy balls starting to draw up close, feel his cock twitching as it drew closer and closer. The heavy, drumming ‘booms’ of it striking his own engorged body leaving him whimpering, his toes curling in the divots they’d sunken into.

More and more juice laden cum was surging out of his cock as Eli flapped his hands, his ears drooping over his face, whimpers leaving his purple lips. So…tight…so…full…more! He found himself craving, as the strange voices in his head whispered to him. It seemed to coo and whisper alien encouragement to him, even as he felt more juice surge through his transforming body.  The wet, lewd slap, clap, smack, of Jack thrusting away never stopped, and he marveled at the panda’s endurance, as another lust filled, domineering growl left his rapist’s lips.

“Yeah… clench like that… let me know how much you want it, sexy little bunny,” the Panda hissed, his cock spewing its own load of inhumanly potent precum into him. The triumph dripped from every word, the voice of a man who knew that he’d won, and that he was going to spend the last few minutes of his victim’s life turning them into his personal sex toy… and knew that his victim wanted it to happen.  

The tension and pressure built. Tighter and tighter. Whimpering moans of delight slipped past his lips again and again. “Please… please…”

“Please what?” Jack said, his hips still working away relentlessly, another huge spurt of precum surging into the swelling bunny.  

“Need…. Need…”

“Yesssss?” Jack said, pausing in his thrusting, the clearing going quiet except for the pulsing, sloshing sound of Eli’s own cock as it constantly spat out what seemed like gallons of sticky blue fluid.  

Eli let out a sharp cry, a frustrated, pent up moan. He was so close, the next thrust, the next stab of pleasure, and he’d go over the edge into that sweet, blissful release that he wanted so desperately before the pressure in him grew too much. He wanted it, needed it really, the soft, alien voice in his head seductively whispering to him, commanding him to unleash his pent up lust once again.

“Need to…. Need to cum!”

He felt a sharp, stinging impact against his titanically swollen balls, and yelped as he realized that Jack had slapped them.  Tighter… so impossibly tight, he thought, his eyes growing wide, his mouth opening and shutting, his whole body creaking and trembling as he flapped his hands and shook his head.  Liquidy gurgles filled the air, deep and ominous. Every nerve and fiber tingled, and time itself seemed to stop as the rabbit found himself starting to tumble over the precipice.  Knowing what was going to happen, one last vestige of his self-preservation tried to assert itself, to stop it all from happening, as though it might somehow buy him a few more minutes. But he knew that the proverbial avalanche had already begun, and it was far too late for him to do anything to stop it.

Embrace your fate… become our vessel… become the instrument of our will… help us spread… the alien voice in his mind whispered, soothing, soft, seductive. It faintly reminded him of a strange combination of Professor Brown and his own mother, as though it was reading his thoughts and assuming the voice of someone who’s presence would comfort him. How odd, he distantly thought.

The whimpering bunny was jolted back to reality as he felt another stab of pleasure and realized that Jack had gone and hilted himself once more.  “Then cum, you bloated bunny! Show me how much of a slut you really are!”

A noise that could only have been described as a combination of a moan of raw wanton ecstasy and a wail of submissive defeat echoed through the clearing as Eli came. There was a surging, geyser-like explosion of juice and cum from his engorged cock that splattered against his own body and the ground with such force that it seemed to blast its way into the soft loam, backed by a pressure that was like a fireman’s hose. His entire body, from what was once his shoulders, to his rump, to his swollen balls, visibly pulsed and contracted inwards several inches.

The sensations were unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, like nothing he could describe. It was bliss. Sheer, erotic, bliss. As though this moment was the culmination and combination of every bit of erotic pleasure the once lithe and handsome bunny had experienced throughout his entire life.  Stars danced in front of his eyes and he could feel juice and cum splashing around him, clumping to his fur, splattering upwards as the whole grove was flooded.  He could feel more liquid warmth flowing into his backside, and he knew that Jack was cumming yet again, and faintly, he could hear the panda’s lusty cries and curses and the demeaning, domineering words that he was uttering.  

And as he came as he’d never before in his life, Eli knew that they were true. Only a hedonistic slut could actually enjoy what was happening to him right now. Could find himself silently begging for more as untold gallons shot from his twitching shaft, his toes curled, feet wiggling and a wordless moan of raw ecstasy slipping from his throat as his balls clenched again and again, Jack slapping and caressing the huge orbs as they pulsated and throbbed.

On and on it went, he had no idea how long it lasted, expecting each surge to be his last, the one where his body finally surrendered to the pressure and exploded like an overfilled balloon. But it never quite happened.  The pressure was still there, in the back of his mind, as he felt his throbbing cock strike his bloated form again and again, but it never became overwhelming.  Instead there was only that constant haze of ecstatic bliss and the silent, whimpering cry for more.

At long last, it came to an end. The surges became trickles one again, and as his breath misted in front of his face, the panting rabbit was increasingly aware of the dampness of the ground, the shin-deep puddle of liquid around him, thick and sticky, and he blushed furiously as he realized that he was responsible for it, and just how much tainted juice he had expelled from his body.

He could feel a larger pressure against his back, and knew that it was the maniacal panda.  He could hear Jack panting, much like he was, the panda’s seemingly limitless endurance finally having reached its end.  Eli gulped down air, and the bloated bunny felt himself tense, wondering when the horrible, aching pressure would return, when the afterglow would fade and he’d meet his doom.

But it never happened.  He didn’t grow. There was no painful ache inside of his body. No compulsion to try and gulp down the juice, plasma, or other fluids around him, or even to try and eat one of the oversized berries. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Eli sensed that he had somehow… for lack of a better way of putting it, ‘stabilized’ and he was no longer in danger of exploding.

“Well now, this is fascinating…” he heard Jack murmur, the panda’s arrogant tone returning. There was a moment of silence broken only by the soft whimper of the juice-swollen rabbit. “I wonder. Could it be that the fungus is evolving? Changing itself to try and keep a host intact, so that it can be spread over greater distances for longer periods of time?”

Eli blushed at how Jack referred to him in such a clinical manner, like he was a thing, a test subject, an object of curiosity, rather than a person. But it wasn’t as though he could actually do anything about it, he thought, as another moan slipped past his purple lips. He felt Jack pulling out of him, and actually felt a little empty.  The panda rubbed the rabbit’s swollen nuts once more, and Eli shivered.  “On the bright side, I think I know just what to do with you now. After all, we have to see if this is a one time fluke, or a repeatable series of events…”

As his ears drooped in front of his face once again, and he felt the panda slide off of him and land in the syrupy juice, plasma, and cum cocktail that was all around them with a loud ‘sploosh’, Eli clenched his hands into fists once again. He had survived this ordeal, only to become a permanent prisoner and experiment at the hands of the panda who had raped him, transformed him, and made his best friend pop. As he felt Jack’s hands press against his sides, and to his amazement, his bloated form started to roll, the worst part was, that he knew a part of him was looking forward to it.



***



Eli had no idea how long he’d been in the old, abandoned automotive factory that Jack had converted into a lab. It could have been days, weeks, or even months.  All he knew was that his life as he once knew it was over.  He was nothing more than an experiment now, and a plaything when Jack was in the mood.  As he gazed forlornly towards the door at the far end of the underground room that he was in, he wondered what was happening with his family, or with Professor Brown.  Had they ever come looking for him? Did they think him dead? What about Geoff’s kin, for that matter? He had no idea.

All he had was the maniacal panda for company, and the alien voices in his mind when the fungus would ‘talk’ to him, cooing softly to him and congratulating him, always telling him what a wonderful vessel he was, and how grand their plans for him were. A part of him had grown to crave that praise, to live for the encouragement, or the tremendous, climatic ‘peaks’ that happened whenever Jack milked him like a feral beast (something he did using converted industrial equipment and the huge storage tanks that once held oil and other lubricants).  How many countless gallons had been pumped form him, he didn’t know, or what Jack planned with it, only that the panda was constantly studying it.  

He heard the door open, and watched his tormentor and ‘master’ enter.  To his surprise, Jack wasn’t alone today. Tressed up and gagged, eyes wide as he was hauled along, was a bull. He looked to be a bit older than the bloated rabbit was, maybe in his mid to late twenties, covered in black fur and long, blonde hair that tumbled down to his shoulders.  He was wearing jeans and t-shirt, the latter of which was stretched tight over a rather large belly.  He still had a bit of muscles around his arms and his shoulders though, giving Eli the impression of a man who had once taken a great deal of pride in his appearance, but had let himself go to seed somewhat.

“Amazing what you can find just wandering through town,” Jack said, a smirk on his face as he dragged the bull along.  The horned bovine’s warm, brown eyes were wide with a combination of fear and something that Eli remembered all too well: hunger. The strange, alien hunger that the fungus filled him with.  “I think I’ve finally isolated what makes you different,” Jack said, producing a small vial from within his jacket. It was empty, but the rabbit could see blue stains on the inside of it. “Just one concentrated dose from all you’ve…given me, bunny boy, slip it into their drink, along with a few other additives… and, well,” he broke off into a wicked chuckle.  

“Why?” Eli managed to gasp, as his captor deposited the bull a couple of feet away, and made his way over to the rabbit. Jack merely grinned even wider and reached up to cup the juice-bloated rabbit’s cheek.

“Because, my silly little slut-berry. We need to truly see if you’re a one time deal, or a repeatable, demonstrable phenomenon.” He gave another laugh, this one tinged with lust and desire. “I would think that, as a scientist yourself, you would understand this.”

With that, he walked around to Eli’s side, and pushed the rabbit. Eli moaned and shook his head, his eyes falling on the bull’s anxious, terrified visage.  He heard a low, sickening gurgle from the bovine’s belly, and a whimper came from the gagged man. He knew what was happening, he realized, as he was rolled onto his back.  

What he didn’t expect was for Jack to start to manhandle the bull around to between his feet.  He heard the panda remove the gag, and the bull started to plead, a babbling mixture of pleas for mercey and help.

“Shhhh, shhhh, little cow. You’ll get all the help you need, right here.”

Eli felt warm breath upon his malehood, and as it started to twitch and throb, a pair of thick lips against sensitive blue flesh. He let out a moan, and felt the juice start to flow.