The Ultimate Bulk Up (Preview)

A preview for an upcoming tale made in celebration of my 15th Anniversary of being a member of FurAffinity! A return to an old theme with a twist! Enjoy this sneak peek!

Hey sweetie, got you something special! It's been a long time since we cut loose and let the “Ma” out, right? Let's have some fun! I'll join you once I'm done with my errands. Love, Rachel.

JD read the note over one more time before looking back down at the box. On the bed in his and Rachel's bedroom was a white dress box. Opening it up, he found the letter and below that? Something special, a pair of latex, tight black short shorts and a championship wrestling belt. The belt drew his eye the most, taking in its double row of brass knobs, its golden belt buckle, and the red P emblem in the center of that buckle.

The sight made his heart race a little. Rachel was right, it had been a bit, but even still, he recognized what this was almost instantly. How could he possibly ever forget?

These belonged to a Machoke, a powerful, buff, masculine Pokémon. These were the clothes that such a beefy mon wore.

Seeing those clothes, images rapidly flashed in his mind. He remembered the Machoke. He remembered being the Machoke. That Machoke who spent a lot of time with another Machoke, engaging in intense, laborious, intimate “activities” together over and over. His cheeks grew red as he remembered.

Machoke was one of the first transformations he had experienced together as a couple with Rachel. It was something special they shared, something deep to them on so many levels. They had become Pokémon in body and mind, becoming total meatheads Fighting Type mons that only wanted to exercise, flex, and gratify themselves.

Gratify themselves over and over, constantly. It was crazy, unbelievable, and yet exciting and so invigorating. Those dense bodies and muscles clashing and rubbing against each other, their strength and passion coming together… utterly incredible.

Guess… JD gulped gently, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. Guess she wants to do this again? Those memories grew intenser, hornier. He suppressed a tremble as best as he could. I don't see a pair for her… guess she has hers elsewhere? These are just for me then.

JD stood there for what felt like the longest time, saying and doing nothing, eyes locked to the tights. She wanted this, wanted to do this with him. It has been a long time, but now, she wanted the two of them to come back to it.

She picked out the perfect time, I guess. There was truth in that thought. JD had a three day weekend for once, no plans or obligations to be anywhere. Their roommate was out of town, visiting her mom and probably not back for a while. Rachel certainly had no plans.

No one was going to be bothering them. They would have all the time to themselves with no interruptions or pesky life things getting in the way.

Freedom. He quivered at the thought. Enticing, pleasant, pleasuring freedom. Why not throw caution to the wind for this? It had been a while since he purposefully engaged with transformation with Rachel on purpose. It was fun when it was planned and had the time to do everything they wanted without interference, if only for a few days.