Vignette: The BullPup Booth

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A young man attending Transformation Con pops his cherry during a surprising product demonstration.

The BullPup Booth by Pragmaton

The field of bio-cosmetics was booming in 2077.

And we're not talking changing hair color. By equipping a small device, you could add or subtract to your current body image. Have an interview and need to lose a few pounds to fit into your suit? There's a belt for that. Going on a date and need to appear in better shape than your profile picture indicates? There's a wristwatch for that.

The devices were best used as subtle changes, as liars were quickly found out and judged accordingly, depending on the situation. Some people even had "device checks" as a requirement for meeting up, thereby countering would-be malefactors.

However, there was another use and audience in which the devices found astounding success. Many people in the transformation/roleplaying/kink communities, whether they be renaissance roleplayers trying to fit in their armor better, furries adding a plethora of functioning body parts such as tails, ears and snouts to their bodies, or subs/doms becoming more aggressive or submissive, there was something for everyone.

It also created one of the biggest and most popular conventions that catered to all communities that used the devices: Transformation Con, or T-Con for short.

It was Nasir's first year at T-Con. He had always been curious about it, but then one year after graduating college he thought he'd give it a spin. The 5'10" man of Persian descent preferred to wear a simple earring in one ear. It's effect was that it made him two inches taller and slightly more muscular. There were more extreme transformation cosmetics in that specialty, but this was the one that he could afford on an entry level job salary.

Not that he minded. He planned on getting more cosmetics with differing effects down the line. For now, he was happy flexing in front of the mirror and enjoying his increased height and defined muscles. It was more of a private enjoyment if anything.

But here at T-Con he didn't have to feel guilty walking around in this guise; everyone was doing it! He passed a gaggle of men and women rocking an assortment of rabbit and wolf ears, taking a photo together. He saw some tall, bulky men dressed as warriors carrying a gilded litter around, some graceful woman with particularly large breasts dressed as Cleopatra within.

Nasir smiled and shook his head. T-Con was everything he thought it would be and more. As he walked through the various masses of people, attractions and demonstrations, a loud voice shouted toward his ear, making him jump.

"You! Strapping young fellow! Step this way, right this way, for an experience you'll not soon forget!"

A squat, older fellow with a bushy blond mustache and a silver top hat was pointing at Nasir. The gentleman wore a monocle and had a silver circus ringleader's getup. Nasir was struck by the absurdity of the costume, due to the fact that it was several times smaller than it should have been, big golden buttons on a white vest hanging on for dear life against a sizable potbelly attached to the man's midsection like some kind of perversely stretched balloon. Huge gaps of golden furred belly and chest shone through, topped with a herniated belly button the size of a golfball that bobbed excitedly toward Nasir as the man waddled over.

"Young man, might I interest you in a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? My associate and I are having trouble drumming up an audience for our demonstration. Might you help us out for a moment?"

He gestured toward the small, tented booth. Inside were a couple of chairs and a man sitting on an examiner's table that looked like it belonged in a doctor's office. He was a short man, looking to be in his early twenties, but it was difficult to tell, as he was wearing a red dog mask that covered the top half of his face. His chin looked youthful and smooth, with no facial hair to speak of. His lower lip was tucked in, biting it nervously, his eyes appearing afraid as people passed by and looked at him before quickly losing interest.

And why wouldn't they? The young man was half-naked, wearing red cotton briefs, his mask and nothing else. His legs dangled nervously over the edge of the table, toes of his lightly furred feet not even touching the ground. Even stranger, most people in the transformation community didn't even wear masks anymore, not when they could temporarily change their head features with the right cosmetics. He was an oddity for sure.

But that wasn't the only thing. The short pup wasn't even much to look at, physically speaking. He had a pooched-out, slightly hairy belly with a layer of fat all around his body. His pecs jiggled with some extra adipose, nipples pierced with two silver rings. It was almost oxymoronic; displaying those ringed nipples, combined with putting his unaltered, flabby body on display to the world, hinted at a confidence that was not at all reflected on the young man's face.

When the grandly gutted ringmaster motioned toward the pup, his head perked up and turned toward Nasir.

"I, uh…sorry, I don't think I can…" Nasir began, beginning to step away from the prow of the ringmaster's zeppelin, which began to seriously strain and creak the too-small vest.

He caught a glance of the young pup on the table before turning away and stopped in his tracks. The sorrowful eyes behind the mask looked at Nasir balefully, like a mutt at the pound that had been ignored once again for a cuter breed. Nasir could almost imagine the ears of the leather mask drooping sadly, as if wounded and betrayed, all at once. The young man's shoulders sagged, looking even more pathetic as he continued to pierce through Nasir's soul with his dejected gaze.

He sure takes his role seriously, Nasir muttered to himself mentally. Still, he had to admire the guy's dedication to the bit, especially without any body altering cosmetics to aid him.

He breathed out, slightly exasperated.

"Ahh…I guess…I can help, as long as it's quick."

"Splendid!" exclaimed the ringmaster. He rolled up and down on the balls of his feet, looking ready to burst from excitement, and Nasir wasn't sure if it was an expression. The blimp-bellied man grabbed his shoulder and took him over to the tent.

The young man with the pup mask suddenly sat up straight when he noticed Nasir walking over. His countenance became still and inquisitive, studying him with hopeful eyes.

"Stand here, m'boy," said the ringmaster, placing Nasir awkwardly next to the masked man. He waddled off to one of the nearby chairs, where an old-fashioned plastic cone lay there.

He lifted the cone to his mouth and began to announce to passerby that the product demonstration was about to begin.

"I'm Nasir. What's your name?" Nasir said to the short man sitting on the table. He didn't want there to be any awkwardness if they were going to be working together.

"I…m-my name is Rufus," the pup said, in a small voice. There was a tense moment before he added softly, "um…sir."

Nasir felt a bit of a flush creep into his cheeks. "Uh, I'm flattered, but there's really no need to…"

"ALL RIGHT, THE SHOW IS READY TO BEGIN!" Boomed the Ringmaster, making Nasir jump. He turned his head and his heart jumped a bit to see several people had stopped and were watching curiously.

The ringmaster continued his spiel.

“Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Maylo the Magnificent, and I represent the fantastic new startup company TettraNova, and its new product Terraform. My strapping friend here will be demonstrating one of its baseline products. He will be joined by my little assistant Rufus. Go ahead, m’boy, present yourself to our audience!”

Rufus hopped off the table, and turned around, presenting his “goods” so to speak. He skittishly ran his hands up and down his body, feeling up the ample jiggle of his own rear and playing with his belly for a bit. A few chuckles and even a whistle elicited from the growing crowd. Rufus smiled nervously, lowering his gaze before sitting back down.

“In a few short moments,” Maylo continued, “Rufus and our volunteer here will soon become acquainted, in more ways than one. In case some of you are incapable of grasping nuance, I am of course referring to the CARNAL sense.”

Nasir’s head snapped to the Ringmaster as he spoke. Carnal sense? He didn’t quite register what the blimp man was saying. There…were physical demonstrations, yes, frequently common, actually. Attractive people in leather gear, getting spanked, presenting themselves on hammocks to be spitroasted by muscled Adonises with multiple arms, tails or whatever. But Nasir himself? In front of a crowd?

And with this short, husky guy in a leather dog mask? Nasir had to admit, there was a certain charm to the whole innocent pup act the little guy was putting on. Still, he wasn’t about to pop his T-Con cherry with such an outrageous experience in front of a huge audience that was only getting bigger by the second.

He began to step away when the ringmaster turned toward him suddenly, heavy laden gut impeding his path.

"Of course, we must commend our friend here for having such confidence to achieve this feat!" he said. "However, I believe he will need some additional assistance getting the job done, or, should I say, 'getting it up?'"

The man pulled out a long, golden piece of jewelry from the breast pocket of his vest. It was a chain-linked necklace of simple design.

"I present to you all, the LustLace! An inconspicuous, ergonomic design that you'll never have to take off. I assure you, it is aptly named, as our volunteer here is about to find out…"

"Wait, what the hell does that thing do–" Nasir began, before the blimp man deftly threw the long chain around Nasir's head in a speed that belied his size.

Immediately, the chain bestowed a warm, radiating heat on the skin of Nasir's chest and back. Hardly a second passed before that heat traveled to his face, flushing his cheeks as if he had gone for a run. His heart began pumping in a quick rhythm, quickly spreading that heat down into the pits of his belly, before settling and building in his groin.

The audience gasped as they watched Nasir, some even laughing and pointing. His eyes traveled down to what they were looking at and noticed that he was suddenly sporting a throbbing erection in his shorts. It was as if in the past ten  seconds the blood flow of his body was suddenly directed to his dick, pumping it up in a phenomenally short amount of time. If ten seconds was enough to give him an insanely stiff cock made of granite, then what would that forbode in the next minute?

He did not have to wait to find out. His cock surged painfully, suddenly plumping out longer and fatter past its normal size. Nasir gasped as it strained the cotton of his shorts. He quickly unbuttoned them and unzipped, pulling down both shorts and underwear to allow his engorged package to flop out. He almost moaned as the thick kielbasa bobbed out heavily, sagging under its own weight. Large pumping veins ran down his shaft, visibly pulsating as they fed his fat hose with even more size and weight.

Suddenly, he felt like he was socked in the stomach, doubling over in pain. He felt a surge below his cock, a subtle tightening, then an increasing weight. He placed his hand under his still-throbbing tool, fingers brushing against something substantial. His eyes zoomed in on the problem growing in the palm of his hand. His ballsack, sensitive and tight, was suddenly filled to the brim with oblong testicles the size of jumbo eggs, filling his hand and stretching his sack lower.

The flushing in Nasir's face reached a fever pitch, as he removed his hand from ballsack, allowing the sperm balloon to slosh heavily as it swung roughly against his legs, almost causing him to cum on the spot. He was seeing red, and the only thing that could satisfy him was a hot and tight hole.

Audience ignored, he turned his now ridiculously bloated package toward the table, where the leather pup was already in a naked "pet me" pose, belly exposed and hands bent in front of his face. He yelped when Nasir roughly grabbed around his hips and waist, yanking him forcefully toward himself. It took all of his self control not to ram his now 12-inch beer can cock into the pup, opting instead to aggressively rub the tip of his glans against the hole and taint, slicking the entire area up with precum. After a moment, he felt a sudden weakening in the sphincter's defenses, which he pounced on and penetrated immediately.

The pup screamed in ecstasy as the giant tool entered, stretching his hole to unimaginable width, feeling the cock first touch, then blow past his g-spot, throbbing against it in a staccato rhythm, as blood continued to pump through the gigantic cock.

As Nasir plunged himself into the husky pup, he leaned forward, forcing both of the guy's legs further back. Nasir passionately bit at and nuzzled the hairy belly and ringed nipples, flicking and licking with his tongue. He held one of the pup's hands down to the side while he savagely kissed his throat, other hand jacking the young man's smallish cock. Nasir slowly moved his lips toward the pup's slightly stubbled chin and mouth.

Before he could kiss the young man on the lips, however, Nasir's forehead bumped on the snout of the leather mask. Eliciting an uncharacteristic snarl of frustration, Nasir released the slick, cut cockhead of the leather mutt and moved his hand and ripped the dog mask off.

The bare-faced young man looked at him with a terrified expression, blue-gray eyes dilated in shock. Nasir was only vaguely aware of the change in countenance, as he was still filled with lust and continued to pound the poor guy harder and harder. He didn't look half bad, actually. Black buzz cut and fade atop of his head, long thin scar on his right cheek.

"Oh-Ho!" The ringmaster suddenly chimed in. Nasir had forgotten that he and the audience were there.

"Looks like we'll be seeing the next part of our demonstration early! Ladies and gentlemen, watch closely or you might miss it!"

Nasir frowned as he continued to penetrate the little man. He was still extremely horny, but the small, rational part of his brain began to notice something was amiss.

Rufus' face was twisted in a grimace, as if in pain. It was the opposite of the rapturous expression he was wearing only moments before. The veins in his neck stood out in stark relief, seeming to pulse and thicken before Nasir’s eyes. Rufus let out a sound between a low groan and a growl. Nasir’s heart skipped a beat when he suddenly realized that both of Rufus’ legs felt heavier, a heady musk emanating from them.

“UrghOOooohhhh…” Rufus groaned painfully. The veins in his neck thobbed thicker, forcing his neck to bloat wider than the head it supported. As the growth in his neck subsided, it seemed to move down toward his torso. His chubby pecs involuntarily flexed, pushing out further than they should have for their size. Rufus let out an animalistic grunt as they flexed again, even bigger, pushing his pierced nipples further apart as pounds of meaty moob muscle overfilled his chest. He yelled for the third pulse, as his massive pecs pumped into half-melons of pure mass. Striated and full muscle fiber patterns could be seen between two giant pecs that made the most of every inch of space.

But it didn’t stop there. Nasir’s mouth dropped open as Rufus was now sporting faint traces of a six pack behind the beefy belly he sported. It didn’t quite come to full fruition, as the abs could be seen bulging a little more full with every breath, but a thickening layer of fat continued to race ahead to conceal them. His pecs pushed sideways, giving his upper body an unnaturally wide look, back muscles and latissimus dorsi filling up behind him to make him even wider. His stomach, however, swelled up with a vengeance, not to be outdone. It pushed upward and sideways, inflating like a solid beef balloon, soft fat being replaced with hard, packed lard and muscle.

Both shoulders were swollen into miniature cannonballs, twitching muscle fibers bulging individually to make the surface of the shoulders look like small pumpkins. As they continued to pulse bigger, their size seemed to push downward into both biceps and triceps, turning relatively small arms into powder kegs ready to blow. Biceps bloated outward at a sharp angle before filling rounder and rounder, going from football size to almost soccer ball size, the kind that only large competitive weightlifters sported during bulking season.

As Rufus’ entire body surged bigger, his frame creaked larger. His arms and legs became longer while engorging with muscle and fat. Nasir, still fucking Rufus’ now much larger, rounder, muscular ass, snapped out of it long enough to begin pulling out his long shaft. Rufus let out a lustful, angry growl as his massive arms clamped one of Nasir’s forearms and wrapped around his neck, pulling him close to his overpumped muscle belly. Nasir’s shoulders began to ache, supporting tree-trunk legs, blimped-out calves and Herculean hamstrings pushing against and encompassing his face like neck warmers on steroids.

The table began to groan, now supporting a hefty, 6’3’’ musclebear somewhere north of 350lbs and growing. A bit of drool began to trickle down Rufus’ large, yet slightly rounded jaw as he was wracked with continuous growth spurts. His head was large and now in proportion to the rest of his body, covered with darker chinstrap stubble, all youthful appearance gone. His brow was slightly protuberant and a thick meaty roll of fat formed on the back of his shaved head. The fade of his haircut sparkled slightly as a few silver fox hairs interspersed within. He went from a baby-faced mid-20’s guy around Nasir’s age to someone in his early 30’s.

The ringmaster spoke amongst the catcalls and hollers from the entranced audience.

“No, your eyes do not deceive you! My associate Rufus is not wearing any cosmetic device! In fact, it is the absence of a device, the one he was wearing moments before, that has reverted him back to his natural form! It is a cosmetic that constrains the form and compresses the body, the opposite of what the industry is currently capable of doing! Imagine what this product could do for someone wanting to blend in, or someone who wishes to roleplay as a smaller figure!”

By this time, Nasir was nose deep in the strong, masculine scent of the giant bear’s muscled gut. He was shocked by the changes in Rufus, but continued to thrust with abandon. The low growls of pleasure from Rufus, combined with the weight of his muscles all around him, caused Nasir to hit the point of no return. Beaded sweat flew off Nasir’s face onto the giant as he screamed, feeling thick ropes of cream shooting out of his bloated cock into the much larger fucktoy. Rufus growled, pulling him closer and mashing his own massive dick and balls against Nasir’s sweat-slicked stomach and pecs. His equipment rivaled the size of Nasir’s synthetically grown package, except it was all natural with the body proportions to back it up. The huge man pulled Nasir tighter against himself before roaring, jets of cum propelling through the tight pocket between their flesh, some squirting past Nasir’s chin and splattering onto Rufus’ overstuffed chest pillows.

As the audience applauded and the orgasm faded, Nasir’s face burned with regret. He jerked away suddenly from the embrace of the huge man, hands grabbing the golden chain around his neck and pulling it off. Almost immediately, his cock and balls began to revert to their old size within seconds, eliciting an “Ungf!” from Rufus due to the sudden movement. Nasir staggered back and away from Rufus, causing Rufus’ massive legs to crash back down onto the table. Rufus immediately braced his muscular arms to his sides as he pushed himself up, swollen and overpumped gut pooling over bulging quads, feet easily touching the floor now. Even sitting, he towered over Nasir, who estimated the mass monster must be around 6’6’’ and an unimaginable amount of weight.

Rufus looked down at Nasir, concern written over his face, an uncharacteristic look for such an intimidating man. Nasir ignored him, pulling on his shorts and moving quickly behind the back of the booth. There was a crevice where he could escape from the applauding crowd. He weaved inbetween several other booths before coming out the other side. He could still hear the faint voice of the ringmaster, continuing his product pitch.

“This revolutionary product can be useful in other ways as well! Take MY ‘slender’ and limber appearance for example! Allow me to demonstrate by removing my hat…”

The unmistakable sound of gurgling, followed by tearing fabric and button popping, could be heard by Nasir several booths away, followed by cries of shock and amusement from the audience.

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Nasir was sitting at a bar somewhere far from the booth section of the convention, having a beer and watching a multi-tailed woman with fox ears serve up drinks to other patrons. He still couldn’t get over how embarrassing the whole situation was. It wasn’t all bad, but it was still frustrating that well over a dozen people had watched him fuck a stranger.

The stool next to him scraped back, before a short person moved to sit in it. Nasir took a drink of his beer, before a familiar form took shape in his peripherals and made him freeze.

He turned his head slowly to see two blue-gray eyes staring at him from behind a leather pup mask. Nasir didn’t say anything, just watching the metaphorical wolf in sheep’s clothing stare back at him.

“I…am very sorry about earlier,” Rufus said suddenly, a nervous lilt in his voice also tinged in regret. “I chewed my boss out afterward. He didn’t have any right to place that necklace on you without your permission.”

“Really?” Nasir mused, finding his voice. “A little guy like you put him in his place? What did you do, roll over and offer belly rubs?”

A genuine smile crossed Rufus’ face. “More like I rolled him over.” A slight tone of assertiveness and dominance made its way into his voice before going back into a skittish one. “I…wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Nasir smirked, tilting his beer, allowing the last dregs to pass his lips. “I had already agreed to the demonstration, so I probably would have let him put that necklace on me anyway. To be honest, I figured it was going to be something sexual, seeing you sitting there wearing that mask. This is my first T-Con, but I’ve seen plenty of videos online of what happens at those product demonstrations…I guess part of me wanted to jump in feet first. When in Rome, as they say.”

Rufus perked up as he listened. Nasir found it quite cute and endearing, especially when he knew there was a hulking beast lurking just beneath the kind, soft surface.

“This is my first T-Con too! I met my boss at a leather event and he wanted to recruit me for a demonstration, which is why I’m here.”

Nasir frowned, yet felt relieved that he didn’t just hook up with a guy who had been fucked by multiple people. He had been Rufus’ first. “This is your first T-Con? That’s crazy, man. With your…normal proportions, you could be a mascot or idol at one of these things. Maybe even make yourself colossal with certain cosmetics.”

Rufus shook his head sadly. “And get more attention? No thanks. Do you know how many times I try to be my best self, roleplaying as a pup at leather events, just for people to call me daddy and tell me that I shouldn’t be submissive? That what I am just seems wrong to them, because of my size? It gets exhausting having eyes on you all the time, which is why I pounced on the opportunity to try TettraNova’s compression product,” he beamed.

“Well,” Nasir began, not sure if it was the beer talking or not. “It looks good on you. I can tell you enjoy being a small guy who can be dominated. I’m sure cuddles hit differently too, as you can probably be spooned easily now.”

“Definitely!” Rufus responded. “My bed is gigantic to me now! It feels good to stretch out without my feet sticking out over the edge.” He blushed on the last part.

“Speaking of which,” Rufus slowly began. “When it comes to cuddles, I mean. I don’t suppose…you’d be interested in hanging out later…?” he trailed off, looking at Nasir with those hopeful, puppy dog eyes.

Damn, this guy was committed to his role.

“I don’t know…I’ll have to whip you into shape, pup,” Nasir mocked. “Can’t have you disobeying me and throwing your size around like you own the place. I’ll have to lock your huge body in a cage or something until you learn your lesson.”

Rufus grinned. “I’m just a big handful, master. Can’t even watch where I’m going, my body just knocks stuff over just by existing. You’ll have to collar me to get me under control, just so excited whenever I see my master…”

If Rufus had a tail cosmetic, Nasir was certain it would be wagging right now. But before they could continue their candor, a man sat next to Nasir on his opposite side. He was a burly guy, around Nasir’s augmented height. He had two extra arms, resting three on the bar counter while propping the fourth under his chin. He wasn’t bad looking, but the look on his face was one of condescension.

“Hey good looking, can I buy you a drink?” he said to Nasir, a lazy smirk on his face.

“I’m good,” Nasir responded, trying to get back to his conversation with Rufus.

“Aw, don’t be like that. A hottie like you shouldn’t be wasting your time on that little puffball. I got a hotel room at the convention, if you’d like to get to know each other better. You should know, I’m very gifted, and VERY hands on,” he flexed his multiple arm muscles for emphasis.

Nasir nearly gagged at the terrible delivery. Before he could respond, however, a low, terrible growl could be heard beside him. He turned his head toward Rufus, whose stormy eyes flashed a warning to the stranger.

“Aww, is the wittle puppy mad?” the stranger said, derision in his voice. “A poor fuck like you who comes to a cosmetic convention dressed in underwear and a dated leather mask has no business talking to elites outside your lane. You get off on being treated like shit, right? Well, I’m just going to borrow your master for a little bit. If you’re a good boy we’ll let you wait outside our room and you can listen in…”

Nasir tuned the asshole out, as he watched Rufus’ hands slowly move toward his own face, beginning to calmly unfasten the leather pup mask.

Nasir smiled as he rose from his seat, to give Rufus some much needed room…