LlunaBlue Lluna likes to get to the gym early in the morning. There are usually very few others there, if any at all, and it allows her to get all her cardio out of the way so that she can relax after work each day. She'd been on the treadmill for a good hour or so , minding her own business when she felt a hearty smack to her sweatpants-covered cheek that echoed throughout the large room and made her bunny-tail stand up rigid.. She slams her paw on the treadmill's emergency stop and turns to the culprit, a cheeky-looking squirrel boi, blushing deeply from rage and the audacity. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Balros When you had arrived, there was hardly anyone else at the gym; and once you'd gotten into the rhythm of jogging the time went by quickly. Strong bunny legs carried you for miles and miles. Balros had arrived sometime after you, and spent a gooood portion of that ogling and staring at the sweaty gymbunny and her pert bubble rump. A bunny with blue fur was pretty exotic and the white fluff or pink flesh further accentuated your attractiveness. He had to see, feel, for himself. Grinning cheekily and not even backing up in the face of your righteous indignation, he stays right there next to you - and his large, thick-fingered handpaw is -still- on your ass, stroking over the curve of your rump. "Giving you some encouragement, miss! You love the attention." He states, completely untrue. At least, it should be untrue. All your knowledge and identity up to this point says so - so why is he... correct? Something about his statement sticks into your ears and the back of your mind, mingling with the heat and flushed pleasure of his hand groping one of your thick rumpcheeks. He's -still- touching you, and it's both wrong and... right. LlunaBlue Maybe it's because nobody had dared to do this before...? Like, she knew people stared every now and then... it was another reason for her coming in early in the morning, but nobody had actually had the nerve to grope her before. "Ugh, you've s-some audacity! If you'd kindly not-" and as she places her paw on yours to yank it off of her butt, instead she finds herself fondling, encouraging further kneading into her pillowy tush. "I-if you'd... um... nnnh..." Her angry gaze falters as she looks into your eyes again. She can feel her panties beginning to get a bit wet, too. Who even IS this guy?! Balros As he looked into your eyes and continued to smile, he could see your intellect at war with your emotions, the conflict and turmoil and shameful enjoyment playing out on your pretty bunnylady face; flush with endorphins from exercise and aroused embarassment at being openly, publicly groped. All that societal reinforcement of norms starting to crumble as he gives your buttcheek a light squeeze, eliciting a squeak from you and a rise of heat from your loins. Your hands are smaller than his, but when your fingers touch across his fuzzy fingers, his fur is so soft and you can feel how he just... cups your whole juicy bottom. You can see the few other patrons of the gym turning to look and stare at your outburst. "Not what? This is the first date you've always dreamed of." he flisks his tail as memories of long, hot, steamy wet dreams soak into the back of your mind, adding truthfulness to his blatant lies. Worse, he shifts sligtly closer to you, pressing his -other- hand on your other rumpcheek, fingers splaying on both paws. He begins to work and knead your big bubble bunny butt through your snug-fitting shorts, which feels tighter around your hot crotch and thick thighs. Your lap repeatedly bumps up against the big bulge he's got in his gym shorts, something in the core of your belly confirming that he's your boyfriend. LlunaBlue "Nnnh, no... no, stop, you're not my boyfriend... my, oooho, boyfiriend, stop, n-not here...!" she gasps, even her protests start becoming warped by your suggestions. Her pawfingers start kneading more forcefully into her own butt, and she places her other paw on your chest, your soft and silky-fuzzed and PERFECT chest for support. Her usual reaction to being gawked at is being spliced with a sense of proudness, wanting to tease any eyes that don't belong to you, and the longer she stares into yours, the more the heat rises... her nipples begin to poke visiably through her tank-top, and her cunny throbs and moistens the front of her shorts as they begin to feel more and more tight, forming a cameltoe for you to enjoy. Balros His buck-toothed smile is dreamy and unrelenting. His silky squirrel fur is exhiliratingly soft. His scent is like something that's been missing from your life. His shape is something beyond attractive, compelling your erogenous zones to heat up even when he's not touching them. He doesn't seem to mind that you keep trying to reject him, the internal conflict only helping to heat you up even further. Flustered, frustrated, embarrassed, revealing secret truths to yourself even when you're not ready to accept them. The doorbell to the gym is dinging as more patrons are entering for their mid-morning routine, further exposing you to more people seeing you and him... groping, pressing together, hearing your faltering protests. "Yeah, totally right here. You're getting off on this." He adds, proceeding to squeeze both your blue bunny buttcheeks and then -lift- you up! Your whole body rises, your front sliiiiding up his bulged lap and floofy squirrelboy chest, pushing your tits into his face as he hefts your ass to chest-level and digs his fingers in, spreading your thick cheeks - openly showing you off to the entire gym. You can hear him take deep breaths from within your sweaty cleavage. "Oh, hey babe, did you just go into heat, too? I can feel you gettin' a bit bigger." He isn't quiet with his voice; and you can feel the material of your shorts and your top start to stretch, slowly, as your ass and chest expand. You can hear gasps and murmurs from other patrons as he completely shows you off. Oddly, you hear folks commenting on your big feet, each of your toes plumping a bit larger too. LlunaBlue She wants to remain quiet, as if that'll stop people from noticing; her; she's trying to stop her whining and squeaking as much as she can, but every fiber of her being is telling her to give in to the pleasure. To let go, to let her squirrel boyfriend, the delightful perv that he is, have his way with her in front of everybody! "Uuuuhn, oh fuck hun, seriously stop, I can't take this! Not here, aaaAAAAHHN--!" she finally cries out, catching the attention of the few who'd remained unaware to her violation, treating them a view of subtly-growing blue bunny butt and the dwindling ability of her sweatpants to contain it. Not to mention how her apparent boyfriend's face is becoming obscured my a straining tank-top and the titflesh burgeoning out of it! She gasps and moans louder and louder, completely losing control as she humps her whole self into you, her heart beating so fast and powerfully as her paws and footpaws throb larger in size behind you, encouraged by the comments she catches from all the witnesses as well as by your own. Balros Nothing he says or does ever -completely- eradicates your inner resistance; instead, turning that turmoil and conflict into a source of pleasure itself, your embarrasment and subverted unwillingness becoming a fetish all unto itself. Your chin rests between his ears as he holds your ass up and kneadsquishes your slowly enlarging cheeks, bits of silky bunny buttfluff peeking from your tearing shorts. More gasps and murmurs of indignation and amazement at the provocative scene; clicks of phone cameras and soft side-commentary of gym-goers who can't believe what they're seeing. Your enlarging ass is starting to overfill his big handpaws, cheeks dimpling and squishing around his fingers. Each globe is supernatrually round and full, leading to thickened legs and gorgeously plump bunnypaws. You can even -hear- the stretching growth of your backside and legs, your toes reaching down to touch the huge bulge of boydick he's got crammed into his shorts and tenting out the front. Sweat and pussyjuice drip from your fattened muff and a twinge from your prostate begs for a deep assfucking. The squirrel nuzzles deeper into your cleavage, your breasts pushing down against his shoulders, E-cups and soft, round, full. Then, all at once, he drops you. You fall, heavily, right onto the huge tent protruding from his hips, sluicing between your thick thighs. Your large toes brush the floor but don't quite land as, instead, your snatch and ass land atop his horizontal erection. Your head is at chest-floof height to him ad your heavy tits squish against his firm, fluffy abdomen. "That was a pretty good workout. Lots of folks got you on video." He smiles cheekily, brushing along one side of your face and your long ears affectionately; your blue cheek is so hot from your blushing. He seems to drink in the horror in your eyes. LlunaBlue Her expressions switches to horror as a little of your influence temporarily ebbs awaydue to you not actively fondling her at that precise moment. Everybody could see her being touched! Her moans of pleasure and cries for you to continue circle around her mind like an echo. And being filmed?! She clenches her thighs around your thick spire and gently grinds despite herself, the thought of what she's just done making its way onto the Internet to potentially be seen by millions! It's vile, horrific, it'll ruin her, but... it's like her body wants what her mind doesn't. As she looks down she notices for the first time just how much she's thickened. So wrong, yet so so good... "A-are youthe... hnnnnh... the devil or something...?!" she asks, grinding more and panting against you, her body demanding more of the drug that is your influence, even as her brain tells her to get the heck out of there. Balros His thick, heated, fat-veined pillar /throbs/ between your grinding thighs and up against your swollen, juicy slot. He gives you time - the thing you dont need - to look at yourself, from your filled-out chest to your hugely plumped butt and hips, and your abnormally engorged feetpaws - you'd have a tough time wrapping your fingers around just one of your toes, now. Worse, your sensitive sex can feel his dick -also- growing, thickening as you sit on it. So many people are still watching you, recording you, whispering to each other... "She's humping him." "She's getting off on this. "She stinks like crazy. Look how worked up she is!" "What a slut. Look at her butt!" The squirrel remains 'calm', though clearly aroused by you, and with his other hand he settles it on your hip. The touch alone sends a zing of the pleasure you had felt before through you, another teasing dose of his addictive touch. The crowd audibly gasps as your enlarged rump grows even -bigger-. "The devil? Naw, this is your fantasy." He says, forcing it to be true, fattening your memories with decades of home-alone masturbation to a fetish you just developed minutes ago. "Well, part of it, anyway. You still live with your parents, right?" He says loudly enough to be caught on camera. He begins to walk... bouncing you lightly with every step. Heading towards the door. "Secretly wishing they would catch you in the act. Not that they'll even notice me - this is all about you, after all." He continues to walk, shaping your reality as he goes, making no effort to spare you from staying aware of everything he's doing to you. He pushes past the crowd, which doesn't part for him - plenty of gym-strangers stay close and sneer at you, or reach out and grope you, cupping your breasts or smacking your rounded rump, ignoring whenever you try to shout them away or warn them off. From the tatters of your gym clothes your own phone is buzzing with texts from friends, coworkers, family members who are all watching the uploaded streams and videos of you. He walks openly down the block with you, pausing only at crosswalks, enjoying your protests and shouts of indignation whenever someone else is extremely rude and touches you or even shoves their face into your sweaty ass for a moment. Finally, he walks you right to your house and through your parents unlocked front door. Bunnydad and blue bunnymom are there, her mascara in streaks down her eyes, both of them trying to berate you or plead with you to stop, blaming you, unresponsive to your pleas otherwise. You're so much curvier than your mother now and they can't seem to perceive the squirrel in any way. Right when the argument gets at its worst.... he plants his hands on your ass again, and squeezes firmly.