Romance of the Spliced Sumos

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Male to Female Anthro Bear TF, Female to Anthro Elephant TF, Weight Gain, and Sexual Content

Tired of their droll lives and small bodies, Tom and Beatrice opt into a program to enter the Spliced Sumo Wrestling League. On the fateful night, the drink a pair of genetic cocktails that will forever change them in both body and mind. This is a commission for BBtheDancer: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/bbthedancer 

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   It was another typical Friday night, full of countless possibilities that would ultimately be abandoned in favor of the usual evening activity of sitting on the couch and watching TV. It was an uneventful routine, but it was the one that best suited Tom and Beatrice’s lifestyle. Admittedly, the droll activity still left plenty of room for strange and unusual ideas to wander through their heads as they snuggled up ever closer to one another.

   Sitting slouched back with his arm lazily hanging off the side of the couch, Tom scratched at the stubble around his chin and his shaggy black hair. His interest of what was playing on the television was momentarily broken as he felt something cuddle up to his lithe torso. Recognizing the dainty fingers clinging to his scrawny legs, he was somewhat surprised to see Beatrice get so close to his chest. Daring enough to brush aside a few strands of her long, blonde hair, he inadvertently made the sheepish woman shuffle back across the couch.

   “I’m sorry,” Beatrice said as she made her retreat.

   “Why are you apologizing?” Tom asked, still a little surprised at how sheepish his girlfriend was after several years together.

   “Sorry, I’m just a little jumpy from earlier today.”

   “Are you talking about that customer that yelled at you?” he asked, receiving a shaky nod in response. “It’s fine. The boss may not be the smartest person, but he could tell it wasn’t your fault. Now come back over here. The match is about to start.”

   “Okay, just let me know if I make you uncomfortable.” Sliding back up to Tom’s side, she nuzzled up close to him as they set their sights on the drastically more exciting scene displayed on the screen.

   In an arena with very few, if any, open seats left, the crowd was going wild as four heavyset creatures stomped their way into the arena. While all of them had a plethora of bulk and muscle, what truly set them apart were the collection of multicolored furs, hides, and scales that covered their impressive builds. The various extra features and animalistic visages were becoming an everyday occurrence, all thanks to Biotech and its Spliced Sumo Wrestling League that prominently advertised the results of their miraculous genetic cocktails.

   At the sound of the buzzer, the hulking creatures slammed into one another in an attempt to come out on top. With each flex of their muscles and ripple of their bellies, Tom and Beatrice subconsciously drifted their hands across their lithe forms in silent envy. Their moments of wishing for self-improvement were short lived, easily thrown to the side like the unlucky competitors that were tossed out of the ring. When the final bell chimed, a single wrestler stood in the center of the arena with her outstretched fist raised above her floppy bunny ears. Reveling in the roar of the crowd, the bunny woman stepped to the side to allow a sultry, red fox woman in a classy black suit step forward with microphone in hand.

   “I want to congratulate our champion on her victory, as well as the efforts put in by her challengers,” the fox woman announced to the crowd and countless viewers at home. “They truly embody the raw power of our Spliced Sumo Wrestling League. Keep in mind, all it takes to become one of these powerful warriors is to use our company’s wonderful genetic cocktails.” Turning her head so that her vulpine eyes were starting directly into the camera, she put the microphone back up to her mouth. “Trust in Biotech to change your life for the wilder and better. Enter the future made possible through the fantastical science of gene splicing.”

   Done with her advertisement, the fox woman left the stage while the second match was being prepared. Back in the quiet, modest home of Beatrice and Tom, they stared at the screen in silence, their bodies still trembling at the spokeswoman’s words. The vibrations they felt from their close contact made it impossible to hide what they were feeling. Looking to one another, it was a game of chicken to decide who would be the one to speak first.

   “Tom I…” Beatrice trailed off before turning her head away.

   Gently grasping her chin, Tom brought her face towards his. “You want us to splice up and join the league, don’t you?”

   “…yes,” Beatrice admitted, holding back her anxiety by fidgeting with her fingers.

   “Why would you want to do that?”

   Again, Tom’s girlfriend fell into her same habit of struggling to bring out her inner desires. “What happened today at work, it reminded me that we need to…make a big change in our lives. To do that, we’re going to need jobs where we don’t get talked down to for so very little pay. Something that will earn us respect.”

   “I understand that much, but there are other options. Genetic cocktails are pretty pricey, not to mention the effects they can have on our bodies.”

   “That’s why I want to do it,” Beatrice blurted out. “I’ve…always wondered what it would be like to be bigger. To be covered in so much fat and muscle. It must feel so nice.” Moments after the words left her lips, she started shuffling back to the other side of the couch with tears welling up around her eyes. “Sorry. I must sound like a perverted freak.”

   Reaching out, Tom managed to grab her by the shoulder. Pulling her back to him, he held her in his arms. “You’re not alone. I have to admit that all these fights we’ve seen, I’m more than a little curious to try it out myself. I say we do it.”

   Tears wiped away and an appreciative smile on her face, Beatrice leapt up to tightly squeeze her boyfriend. “You’re the best,” she said, pressing her face against his chest to cement their life changing decision.

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   After a long month of waiting and worrying, the day had finally come. Coming home from a hell of a work shift with the intention of another Friday night spent in front of the TV, Beatrice and Tom found themselves staring in awe at the little black box sitting on their doorstep with the Biotech logo printed across the top. The young couple shared a look between the two of them, nodding their heads in agreement as they picked up the box and headed inside.

   Brandishing a box cutter with unparalleled finesse, Tom cut the tape and allowed Beatrice to open it up. Waiting for them inside were two bottles, alongside a receipt and a message from Biotech. The translucent bottles showed off similar bubbling liquids, one a dark, murky red, the other a bright baby blue. Placing the bottles on the table to gaze at their bewitching appearance, Tom pulled out the letter and began to read.

   “Thank you customer for taking the first step into the new age. While Biotech has created numerous concoctions to meet the needs of their consumers, it always fills us with a special kind of joy when someone decides to create a custom cocktail. For legal reasons, we must state the side effects of your transformation may be slightly unpredictable. Should you experience any discomfort and/or problems with your gene splicers, we recommend contacting your local Biotech Bar for assistance.”

   Tom looked up from the letter, seeing the expected look of anxiousness on Beatrice’s face.

   “Regardless of the results,” he continued moving onto the final passage, “we at Biotech promise you that your new bodies will bring you a wealth of opportunities and experiences unlike any other. Welcome to the future.”

   Folding up the paper, Tom placed it back in the box and stared at the bottles. “Do you think it’s too late to return these?”

   “D-don’t,” Beatrice spoke up, an unexpected firmness in her voice. “We’ve…already come this far, I say we finish what we started.”

   Nodding in agreement at his girlfriend’s sudden confidence, Tom put the box to the side and got everything ready. Their usual evening routine went unhindered, changing into their baggy clothes, eating a modest dinner of leftovers, and spending a few hours in front of the television. More enamored with the Spliced Sumo matches than ever before, the two of them remained mostly silent as they watched the final match reach its conclusion. As the winner was declared and the camera got a good look at the animalistic competitors’ bulky forms, the couple knew that the time had come.

   Turning off the television, the couple retrieved the bottles and made their way to the bedroom. Standing together before the full-length dressing mirror, they took one last glance at their scrawny bodies. They tried to trace the image of their old selves in their minds, knowing it may be the last time they get to see them.

   “Are you sure you want to do this?” Tom asked, one hand grasped around the red bottle, the other with Beatrice’s fingers.

   “Yes,” Beatrice replied, keeping her grip tight around her own blue bottle and Tom. “More than anything.”

   Confirming their resolve, the two of them popped the caps of their bottles and began to drink. For Tom, the red cocktail felt like an overpowered energy drink, brimming with a mix of wild berries and a strangely gamey aftertaste. Beatrice could’ve have sworn she was drinking down a banana and peanut butter smoothie with the way her cocktail slowly slid down the back of her throat. The exotic flavors gracing their tongues helped them along as they chugged every last drop of the transformative drinks.

   Placing the emptied bottles on the dresser, they watched and waited. The time it took for the gene splicers to take effect varied depending on the person and cocktail, but they could already feel their bodies begin to stir with activity. Constantly glancing between one another and their own reflections, they knew it was only a matter of time before the first signs of their changes would show themselves.

   Several minutes of waiting gifted them with the sight of slight bulges of fat making themselves at home around their mid-sections. Grabbing hold of their extra cushioning, neither of them could hide their smiles as they experienced the joy of the added girth layering onto their waists that was just the appetizer for what was to come. So elated with their changes, it took the sight of Tom’s hair extending past his shoulders and Beatrice’s rising up to her neck to clue them in that something was amiss.

   Tom’s belly bulge was soon accompanied by two spherical bulges growing from his chest. A similar amount of padding was layered onto Beatrice’s bosom, albeit at the cost of making them lose their rounded shape. As her breasts drooped forward to resemble a pair of flabby pecs, Tom found himself the owner of a pair of luscious breasts tightening up his shirt that would have easily filled up a D-cup bra.

   “What’s going on?” Tom asked, I high pitched tone accompanying his voice as he took turns grabbing his elongated hair and boobs.

   “I must have clicked the wrong box on the order,” Beatrice replied, her gruffer voice matching with her broadening shoulders. “The potions must be making us switch gen-“

   Beatrice stopped speaking as she felt something sliding beneath her gut. Holding back her stomach, her heart skipped a beat as she watched the tip of a penis emerge from her sweatpants to peek past her belly button. As she grasped the shaft to confirm that it was indeed hers, Tom took the opportunity to dive his hand into his shorts. Upon reaching for his crotch and finding the folds and lips of a vagina, he turned his head back up to lock eyes with Beatrice.

   “I’m a girl,” Tom announced, her fingers still exploring the nooks and crannies of her new genitalia. “Is it too late to switch back?”

   “We can’t,” Beatrice replied, his fingers continuing to examine his manhood and newly grown testicles. “If we try to stop before the transformation is done, who knows what’ll happen. Tom, I’m scared. What about the…”

   Beatrice trailed off as he and Tom saw the strange colors spreading across their cheeks. For Beatrice, his skin took on a light blue hue, alongside thickening up his flesh for added toughness and durability. A line of red fur spread from around Tom’s lips and chin to overtake her beard, signaling that she was joining her newly made boyfriend in the next and most drastic step of their transformation.

   The fur lining Tom’s jaw spread down her expanding rows of chins and thickening neck. As the hairs reached her bosom, they helped along their growth into furry sacks of meat that paired well with her swelling belly to rip apart his shirt. Blending in with her hair strands, the fur re-emerged from her scalp with two rounded ears that flickered about at the sound of her ripping clothes. Unable to decide what part of her changing body to examine first, she was left to watch her arms bulk up with fur and muscle and her fingers change into fearsome paws. Turning the meaty mitts over and over again, she found similarities between them and her transfigured toes before her bulging gut obscured her lower half. Her view of her legs became obscured by the sight of her shorts bursting apart. The culprit was found in the form of her thickening thighs that swelled to match the luscious rear beneath her tail nub.

   Lost in watching Tom examine her grizzly appearance, it took the flapping of Beatrice’s umbrella-like ears against his jowls for him to recall he was changing alongside her. Not to be outdone by Tom’s impressive rack, Beatrice’s sagging pecs continued to layer on a mix of flabby, light blue flesh and powerful muscles that snapped apart his bra. Watching his belly break open his shirt to show of its multiple rolls of flesh, he found it hard to keep himself calm. Stomping his flattened, ivory toes across the ground, his pudgy hands glided across his body in an attempt to feel out every inch of his new form. His wandering brought his fingers towards a lanky tail that ended in a tuft of blonde hair. The new appendage only had a few moments of freedom before a surge of weight getting packed onto his rear destroyed his sweatpants and left the tail to sink between his butt cheeks.

   The couple’s self-examinations and stumbling about eventually led them to bouncing their bellies against one another. Looking to each other for support let them watch what few features of their old faces give way to their new identities. For Tom, she gained a button nose to match well with the heavy jowls that flanked her extended muzzle. Beatrice’s multiple chins acted as a trail to aid along his nose as it stretched out into a trunk capable of reaching below his gut. Fangs jutting from Tom’s mouth and a pair of curved tusks sprouting from the sides of Beatrice’s trunk finished their transformation into bear woman and elephant man that embodied the ideal future Biotech preached in their advertising.

   For a moment, all the two of them could do was stare at one another. Eventually their gazes wandered across one another’s forms, taking in everything from their barrel-like bellies to the set of plump derrieres peeking out from behind them. The longer they looked at what the genetic cocktails had done to them, the grip of fear and anxiousness in their minds began to waiver. Losing all remnants of their former shyness and uncomfortableness, wide smiles formed on their faces to show off a glimmer of their newfound confidence.

   Breaking glances from one another, Tom and Beatrice turned back to the mirror to marvel at their bulky forms. Letting out a series of grunts, they shook about their still growing forms to adopt the poses they had seen so many times in the sumo wring. They could feel the power coursing through their veins as they flexed their arms. Stomping about sent ripples through their abundant flesh to give them a good handle of the pure power they could muster. Half of their time was spent admiring their imposing figures, neither one of them shorter than seven feet in height and 600 pounds in weight. Amidst their show of self-love, they took notice of another feeling rising alongside their pride. Aroused by the abundance of adrenaline and hormones that overflowed their bodies, each of them reached towards their changed genitalia.

   For Tom, her newly grown claws helped to reach past her foopah to press her digits against her womanhood. Letting out a low hum of pleasure, she continued to poke and prod her labia. The strands that brushed against her fingers acted as guideposts as she blindly tried to search for the parts of her vagina she found most pleasurable. Finding success as she rubbed her paw against her clit, she showed off a toothy smile as she went at it without restraint.

   Beatrice managed to find his cock with a little effort and a lot of stretching. Grabbing hold of his member, his fingers worked like a jackhammer in an attempt to experience every inch of his girth. With one hand gliding across the shaft and the other groping his testicles, he still felt like something was missing. The answer came to him as his trunk bounced against his tip of his member. Moving about his new appendage, he managed to get it to squeeze around his lower head with just enough pressure to give him the desire his nearly two-foot cock yearned for.

   Both of them set in their preferred method of pleasure, Tom and Beatrice momentarily glanced at one another. Turning to face each other, they shared a set of wicked smiles as they upped their efforts to find their release. Their moans and grunts as they moved about their bodies told of the true nature of the act. More than pleasure, what they were indulging in was a true test of their bodies’ abilities. Bulky forms trembling from the rising pleasure, they reached a simultaneous release that filled the room with animalistic cries.

   The couple’s climax sent them slumping to the ground with their energy momentarily drained. Sucking in air through his mouth and trunk, Beatrice heaved himself into a standing position. Stomping his way towards Tom, he offered her a hand to stand up. With minimal effort, Beatrice managed to get her back on her feet. Waiting for Tom’s furry flab to stop shaking, Beatrice took a step back to make sure she wouldn’t fall down again. A confident smirk appeared on his face as he got a chance to take in the full visage of Tom’s body.

   “Doing alright there, shorty?” Beatrice asked, stepping forward to accentuate the fact he was a head taller than her.

   Copying Beatrice’s expression, Tom bounced her belly against his to get him to back up. “Couldn’t be any better,” she replied, showing off her toothy grin. “I may not be an elephant skyscraper, but I’ve still got the guns to make up for it,” she added, curling the fur around her arms as she slid her fingers across her biceps.

   “I wouldn’t say that,” Beatrice replied, showing astounding flexibility as he bent back and spread out his arms. “You can’t even handle a single female orgasm? What a wuss.”

   “Says the fat ass that couldn’t control his aim,” Tom shot back, pointing towards the leftover puddle of semen beneath Beatrice’s feet. “After all that talk about what I do in the bathroom, I’m more than ready to hear your excuses for why the rules don’t apply to you.”

   Beatrice let out a huff and lifted up his gut. “Only excuse I need is this!” he proclaimed, giving his cock a whack and letting it sway back and forth. “This thing makes your old dick look like a sapling.”

   Undeterred by the playful insult, Tom sunk her fingers into her meaty mammaries and pushed them together. “At least one of us knows what it’s like to have breasts now,” she replied, seeing the envious glint in Beatrice’s eyes. Swiveling herself around to show off her hairy rear, she reached back to give it a slap and let her nubby tail shake about. “Not to mention my dump truck could squash you so deep into the couch no one would find you again.”

   Tom jumped forward as she felt another hand come slamming into her rear. Turning around, she was content to see Beatrice was enjoying the way her body rippled from the impact and bristled her crimson hairs. The moment gave her ample opportunity to appreciate the baby blue hide stretched across Beatrice’s muscle and fat. Taking another step closer, she couldn’t help focusing on Beatrice’s girthy member still at full erection from his last release.

   “What do you say I teach you how to control this thing?” Tom asked, her paw clutching the tip of his manhood.

   With a sneer, Beatrice reached out and clasped Tom’s chins. “Why not? Those plump lips of yours look like they could use a good workout.”

   Tom pulled Beatrice’s fingers away, only to have him push back. For a moment the two of them were locked in a battle of strength, neither willing to give up so easily. As they struggled back and forth to test their new muscles in an impromptu arm wrestling contest, their bodies began to shake from the exertion and bring back their rising lust. With neither willing to concede, it was up to Tom to finally bring an end to the seemingly infinite conflict.

   “I have a better idea,” she suggested, pulling away from Beatrice and planting her fat ass on the edge of the bed. “Come over here and I’ll show you what a decent pair of tits like mine can do.”

   Nodding in approval, Beatrice waddled up to her and pressed his cock against her belly. “If you say so hot stuff. Just don’t come crying when your puny body can’t handle all of this.”

   Accepting Beatrice’s challenge, Tom guided his cock along her belly until it slid between the valley of her breasts. Grabbing hold of her tits, she pressed them together to sandwich his member between the hefty globes. Despite her bosom’s impressive size, a good portion of Beatrice’s meaty manhood peeked out from the top of her cleavage. Wobbling about her tits to get a feel for his equipment, she shot him a smug grin and began.

   Keeping a vice-like grip on his cock, Tom proceeded to use her newly acquired breasts to their fullest as she shimmied them up and down his shaft. Tom’s experience with handling another person’s manhood was understandably non-existent. For lack of a better solution. she attempted to copy everything she had seen in porn and fantasized about Beatrice doing to her before their transformation.

   For Beatrice, each slide of the meaty sacks against his member was a stark contrast to the rough grip of his own fingers. Getting a little carried away, Beatrice took another step forward to slide his member up Tom’s torso. Tom reeled back as the tip poked her in the face. Her nostrils flared at the overwhelming smell that permeated the pre-cum that leaked around the head. Involuntarily, she licked her lips, her animalistic urges letting her know exactly what to do with the girthy thing in front of her.

   Keeping her breasts tight around Beatrice’s member for stability, Tom opened up her maw to swallow what she could of his penis. Pleased with the elephant trumpet that slipped out of Beatrice’s trunk, she began bobbing her head back and forth. The combination of Tom’s wild tongue movements and the soft embrace of her tits once again brought Beatrice to a state of unrivaled pleasure. Stomping his feet into the ground, he tried to hold out as long as possible. Straining his muscles and twisting his trunk only delayed the inevitable as his seed same spurting down Tom’s throat. Taken aback by the powerful flavor, Tom nearly choked as the semen came pouring out. It was with a sigh of relief did she feel the last few drops slide across her tongue to signal she had won their competition.

   “Hey, no fair using your mouth like that,” Beatrice said, body still shivering from his release.

   “All is fair in love and fucking,” Tom cheekily replied, wiping the residual semen from her chins and breasts. “Besides, I needed all the advantages I could get with that monster. Didn’t a girl ever tell you to be more gentle with that thing?”

   Beatrice gave Tom a dead pan look.

   “Still, you can’t blame me,” Tom continued. “Even after all that, your junk is still up and raring to go for another round.”

   Beatrice spread her legs and stood proudly to let his manhood jostle against his belly. “What can I say? Must be my new endurance. No telling how useful that’s going to be in the ring.”

   Tom scoffed. “You got more muscle than brain cells in that head of yours? If you couldn’t handle a little tit job, what are you going to do when someone puts you in a headlock?”

   Beatrice paused for a moment. He wandered about the room, taking a few poses in front of the mirror to try and put his thoughts together. Flapping his ears, he suddenly came stampeding towards the bed. Leaping on top of the mattress, he dove his fingers into the lush fur of Tom’s backside.

   “If I get caught in a grapple, these sacks of fat should be able to get my opponent off easy,” he answered, clenching her buttocks. “That is, after they’ve been given some proper training.”

   Scratching her head, Tom finally understood what Beatrice was talking about. “Alright,” she replied, getting off of the bed and onto her knees. “Just don’t be shoving that thing in my ass.”

   “You’re no fun. Then how else do you want to handle my not so little friend?” he asked, sliding his member between her butt cheeks.

   Reaching back, Tom silenced him by tightly gripping his cock within the confines of her butt crack. “That answer it for you?”

   “Definitely,” Beatrice replied as he gripped Tom’s love handles. “Now put that dump truck of yours to work.”

   Gyrating her hips back and forth, Tom managed a sloppy, but manageable rhythm. The sensation of the various hairs sliding across Beatrice’s cock tickled every inch of his shaft with each thrust. Following Tom’s pace, Beatrice began to shake his hips back and forth. The tip of his cock made several trips past Tom’s tail to leave behind a trail of leftover semen. While the movements were rough, Beatrice already realized that the ass job was going to get the better of him sooner than later. Rather than chalk up another win for Tom, a glance at his lazy trunk bouncing against Tom’s back fat gave him an idea.

   Slithering like a snake beneath Tom’s undercarriage, Beatrice’s trunk clambered about for its target. So focused on getting Beatrice to cum, it came as a complete surprise to Tom when she felt the tip of his trunk graze the entrance of her womanhood. Stopping just long enough to look over her shoulder to shoot a curious glance at her partner gave Beatrice the opening he had been waiting for.

   Clamping his trunk against Tom’s vagina, Beatrice began to suck and slide against her labia and clit. A low growl mixed with a moan parted Tom’s lips as her body shook from the new form of stimulation. While he would never had admitted it, Beatrice’s “private” time whenever Tom was out had given him in-depth knowledge of just where to touch to drive her wild. Realizing instantly that Beatrice had turned the tables in their little contest, Tom rapidly shook and gyrated her backside in an attempt to get him to release first.

   Tom’s efforts did little to stop the coming orgasm that sent her collapsing into the ground with a euphoric moan. The last echoes of her climax bouncing through the room coincided with a guttural grunt from Beatrice as he reached his release. Splattering his seed across Tom’s back flab, he reveled in his well-earned victory.

   “Guess that makes us even,” Beatrice announced, removing his trunk from Tom’s crotch to help her stand back up. “If you want to leave it at that, I promise not to tell anyone how loud you screamed when I shoved my trunk against your pussy.”

   Tom whipped around to grab Beatrice’s hand and fling him onto the bed. “Not a chance,” she said as she approached the stunned elephant man. “If we want to declare a winner, we need to do it the old-fashioned way.”

   Beatrice smirked. “Bring it on little lady. That is, if you can take my monster meat in that tiny thing you call a vagina.”

   Climbing onto the mattress, Tom ignored the bed’s creaks and groans as she mounted Beatrice. Lining up the tip of Beatrice’s cock with the entrance of her plump womanhood, she gritted her teeth and slid the entirety of its girth inside. Slamming their hips together sent a shockwave through their blubbery bodies and brought forth simultaneous moans from their lips.

   Sucking in her breath and getting a good grip on Beatrice’s sides, Tom began gyrating her hips up and down. The sheer size of Beatrice’s member was both a blessing and a curse as she continued to ride him. Each penetration sent ripples through Beatrice’s body and let Tom know that, despite her own rising pleasure, she was the one with the upper hand.

   Tom’s movements were stopped by Beatrice as he reached out and grabbed her pudgy rear. Heaving their massive forms about, Beatrice managed to swap their position to have himself atop Tom. Without skipping a beat, Beatrice took up Tom’s rhythm with enhanced speed and roughness in an attempt to make up for his lost ground.

   “T-that’s not fair,” Tom managed to force out as she held back a moan.

   “It’s only MMMMPPPH fair,” Beatrice replied, trying to keep himself steady. “I’m in this thing to win it.”

   Powering through the overpowering sensation of Beatrice plowing her womanhood, Tom grappled with her partner to send the two of them rolling across the bed. Back and forth the two of them fought for dominance, both taking their turn on top in an attempt to get the other to cum first. The constant shuffling and humping continued to barrage their bodies and bed with their combined might. Through their scuffle for pleasure and power, Beatrice managed to roll himself on top to give several more pumps inside of Tom’s vagina to finish the job.

   Those last few penetrations were the lynch pin to send Tom over the edge. In the wake of her orgasm, she could feel both her partner and the bed hit their breaking point. As her womanhood was flooded with his seed, the mattress below collapsed on itself. Landing amidst the wreckage of their bed, Beatrice and Tom laid there for a few moments, taking deep breaths as they basked in their ecstasy.

   As they remained in each other’s grasp, the soft drip of Beatrice’s seed onto the floor gradually brought them back to their senses. Managing to get into a sitting position, Beatrice loomed over Tom and showed off a victorious smile, much to her disdain.

   “Alright, alright, you won,” Tom said, reluctantly accepting Beatrice’s hand to stand back up. “Don’t let it go to your head. You didn’t last much longer.”

   “Still better than you, puny,” Beatrice replied, running his fingers through Tom’s hair. “I think I deserve a reward.”

   “Fine, name your price.”

   Leaving Tom with a mischievous smile, Beatrice waddled over to the closet. Opening up the door, he sifted through a myriad of clothes and junk until he found what he was looking for. Extricating a long, pink-colored box, he placed in on what remained of the bed to give Tom a front row seat. Lifting off the cover, Beatrice tossed it aside to leave nothing to obscure the girthy, purple, double-ended dildo.

   “Where in the hell did you get this thing?” Tom asked as she extracted the lanky toy from its container.

   “Bought it the same night we put in the order for the genetic cocktails,” Beatrice answered as he picked up the other end. “It arrived a few days ago, but I was too scared to bring it up to you.” He paused to let out a chuckle. “Guess old me still had some reservations about going all out on her desires. The same can’t be said about me.”

   “That’s nice and all,” Tom said as he got a close look at the imposing toy, “but what do you want to do with it?”

   Beatrice yanked on the dildo to pull Tom into his chest. “Let’s call it a bonus round. We’ll use this thing to go head to head and see who can last the longest.”

   Tom licked her lips. “Your funeral. I may not be the most experienced, but I’ve had more dick in my mouth than you’ve ever had.”

   “I wasn’t talking about our mouths,” Beatrice smugly replied.

   Leading a bewildered Tom to an open space on the floor, Beatrice gestured for him to get down on all fours. Copying Beatrice’s pose, Tom looked over her shoulder to watch her elephantine boyfriend slide one end of the dildo against his rear. Gliding down his ass crack, Beatrice let the tip rest against his anus. Circling the toy a few times around his asshole finally got Tom to realize his intentions.

   Picking up the other end, Tom guided the toy across her furry butt until it reached the entrance to her anus. With both of them in position, they kept their vision focused on one another as they plunged their end of the dildo inside. The shivers that went through their bodies were shared between them through the girthy toy. Slowly crawling backwards to sink every inch of the dildo inside gradually had them press their behemoth backsides against one another.

   “Last chance to back out,” Beatrice said, his tail whipping about and brushing Tom’s nub with its tuft of hair.

   “Didn’t plan on it,” Tom said, sinking her claws into the carpet. “Now stop talking and let’s get to the fun part.”

   As soon as the words left Tom’s lips, she felt Beatrice rear back. Realizing what was happening, Tom reciprocated the motion. Pushing the muscles in their hindquarters into overdrive, they came slamming back into on another. The loud clap of flesh against fur came with a pair of simultaneous moans as the toy was pushed into the depths of their bodies. Both of them taking a moment to suck in air and revel in their new form of pleasure, they gritted their teeth and started moving their hips.

   Over and over again they slammed their buttocks into one another, filling the room with a chorus of growls, elephant trumpets, and jostling flesh. In mere moments the two of them became caked in sweat in their efforts to keep pace with one another. The carpet became stained with a downpour of their sweat and bodily fluids as they continued to try to get the other one to finish first. Tom’s resolve was tested as a particularly deep push from her partner had a gush of natural lubricant leak from her womanhood. Beatrice was faring no better, his cock rock hard with each press of the toy against his prostate.

   Feeling themselves getting close, the couple threw everything they had into their motions. Slamming hard against one another in an attempt to push the toy deeper and deeper exhausted them of whatever energy reserves they had left. Moving like a pair of overweight jackhammers, their efforts came to an end as they flooded the bedroom with animalistic cries and a torrent of their sexual juices.

   Their simultaneous climax forced them to crumple to the ground. Using what little strength remained in their bodies, they managed to crawl up to one another’s face. Pulling into a hug that let them feel every pound of their sweaty flesh, they unflinchingly locked their lips together in a deep kiss. This was who they were now and they planned to make the most of their new lives.

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   The roar of the crowd was deafening even from within the confines of the changing room. Waddling in front of the mirror, Tom took a moment to adjust the hastily made outfit that had been given to her. The bright blue sports bra squeezed around her chest was a necessary evil, restraining her oversized tits to make her fit for television broadcast. However, the matching loincloth squeezed around her hips still left plenty of room to show off her dumpy rear. As she continued to model in front of the mirror, admiring her highly trained arm muscles and impenetrable gut, she heard a familiar knock at the door.

   “Come in!”

   Answering her call, Beatrice barged into the room. His imposing tusks had been whittled down to nubs, a far cry from their original, imposing visage, but it was necessary to avoid seriously injuring himself or his opponents in the ring. A streak of crimson red paint had been smeared across his cheeks and trunk to match with his loincloth. Even with several layers of padding to keep it at bay, Tom could still see the outline of his impressive bulge.

   “Ready to get rolling Tom, I mean, Tanya?”

   “As I’ll ever be Beauford,” Tom replied, the two of them still getting used to each other’s new names. “Gone over the plan?”

   The elephant man scratched his head for a moment, straining his testosterone filled mind to try and remember. “Eh, who needs that.” Nudging Tanya aside with his belly, he took his turn in front of the mirror showing off his arms. “Victory is assured with these guns.”

   “Calm it down there, muscle for brains,” Tanya said, pushing Beauford’s arm back down. “The competitors out there have taken the same cocktails as we have. They’re not going to lie back and take it like you did last night in the hotel room.”

   “Still had enough force to make you cum first,” Beauford replied, pushing his finger into her gut.

   “Regardless,” she began waddling towards the door, “let’s get out there and win. This is our debut and I don’t intend on fucking it up.”

   “Shall we give it a little incentive?” Beauford suggested, earning a raised eyebrow from his girlfriend. “Whoever knocks out the most opponents tonight gets to choose what we do when we get back home.”

   Copying Beauford’s smug grin, Tanya reached around and gave his rear a hearty slap. “If you say so. Just make sure you buy plenty of lube. I have something that’ll make that dildo of yours look microscopic.”

   Both of them properly motivated, they sauntered their way backstage to reach the entrance. Standing by for their signal, they couldn’t help reveling in the awestruck glances of the crew around them. Upon hearing the call to make their entrance, they gave each other reassuring nods before making their way down the runway towards the ring.

   “And making their grand debut,” the announcer began, the same fox woman that had entranced them in the first place, “a couple of brute strength and inseparable adoration. Give a warm welcome to Tanya and Beauford!”

   The roar from the crowd was like a shot of pure adrenaline into the couple’s bodies. Turning about in the ring, they were sure to give the audience plenty of opportunities to marvel at their forms. It was during this time that they managed to catch a glimpse of their opponents. Taking up position next to one another, they stared down the hog man and alligator woman that would be clashing with them.

   Tanya’s smile faltered a bit as she felt Beauford’s tail brush against her. Glancing to the side, he saw shivers going through the elephant man’s body, harkening back to his former days as a meek girl that struggled to bring out her true desires. Rearing her hand back, Tanya got his attention with a swift slap to the rear. Once again meeting each other’s gazes, they shared a set of wide grins that dismissed any leftover hang ups from their old lives. Clasping their hands together, they proceeded towards their corner of the ring. Upon hearing the starting bell, they would come out charging towards their opponents and their big, bright future as champions of the Spliced Sumo Wrestling League.