Posted on 2020-09-11 08:41:08
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Summary of the hypnotic speedos from the commissioner: A neoprene fabric with semi intelligent programming laced into the nanites controlling the elasticity and structure of the garment. The nanites regulate the size, tightness and thickness of the neoprene fabric to ensure it remains snug, and will warp and adjust itself to reattach if there are any attempts to remove it. These are all secondary to its primary function.

The Chroma Speedo vibrates, warms, stimulates the wearer in all of its sensitive ways, connecting through tiny diodes that signal through the nervous system to the brain. The subject is encouraged to enjoy the speedo, and quickly fixates on improving the body so it can deter any external attempts to remove its contact to the host. While it rewires the neuro pathways to promote increased sensitivity to pleasure, dulling reaction to pain, it slowly feeds the subject more of the nanites to adapt the body to its preferences. Oftentimes, the speedo prefers a large build, hardy musculature, but most of all, a low IQ. Gradually, the speedo projects signals into the host's brain. encouraging them to not think and allow it to handle directions. As time goes on, pleasure increases, and the evidence of nanite production becomes apparent in skin pigmentation. Usually matching the color of the neoprene fabric. By the time the subject has fully integrated, the host is little more than a conduit for the whims of the speedo's programming. Incapable of forming complex thoughts without the speedo's direct input. Oftentimes, the host's psyche will be reduced to that of a purely physical beast. Unconcerned with thought and social cues. When not directly commanded by the speedo, the host will say little more than pre-programmed mantras and phrases.

The subjects we see here are three brothers. (from left to right) Torque, Axel, and Volt. Formerly traveling entertainers, Volt was a DJ or rocker, It was never really relevant. The three speedos were given to torque after an accident, and now the three are acquired, compliant brutes. Fixated on physical perfection while the speedos dictate everything they say and do. As per their Master's programming.

Long story by FurAffinity user Torque about how the three orcas in the picture ended up under the thrall of the speedos: "Well, this is embarrassing," Torque muttered to himself as he looked down at the ruins of his board shorts, and up at the rough vegetation he'd just slid through. One hand held the barely-holding waist strap in one piece, and he felt the shreds of his former rump covering against the back of his naked thighs. Cool air swirled against the back of areas usually covered, and he felt quite exposed.

The sound of beachgoers in the distance didn't help his discomfort any, his broad black tail slapping a little at the sand in agitation. He could just go out into the water and swim there for a few hours until dusk, when he could sneak back to shore, but his brothers would never let him live that down. He reached into the front pocket and found to his relief that his wallet was not only still present but still in the Ziploc bag he'd packed it in this morning, along with his cell phone.

Just down the beach, at the end of the old boardwalk, sat a small number of shops, most of them sold bait and other fishing supplies for the small number of anglers who cast lines off the end of the wharf, but he remembered seeing a shop that sold souvenir shirts. They should have something that he could wear, he reasoned as he scurried off across the sand towards the faux-grass hut.

The interior was the usual beachside souvenir shop, silk-screened t-shirts and tank tops and embroidered baseball caps and towels hanging from all sorts of display racks. A small locked case with designer sunglasses from a decade past sat almost ignored in the sun, and the proprietor, who was enshrouded in shadow save his sandy colored feet, looking up from the crossword puzzle he'd been doing with a grin, seeing the poor orca's modesty problem.

"Ummm, excuse me, do you have any..." Before Torque could even get the question out, the shadow had reached under the counter and pulled out a small plastic package.

"'Sall I've got," he said with a chuckle, as the orca's eyes widened almost comically, eyeing the small plastic package.

"There's no way I could wear this! It's less than what I've got on now!" he protested, holding up the barely fist-sized package that proudly proclaimed its contents as not one but 3 pairs of...

"Yeah, but a thong isn't gonna get you arrested for indecent exposure. Besides, twenty bucks isn't too bad a price for what's left of your dignity, huh?" The owner chuckled a little, taking a sip from a milky beverage smelling strongly of coconut and herb.

"Oh, all right... You got a place to change?" Torque looked flustered, and the shadow didn't even look up, pointing to an old public restroom block a little further up the beach. Fortunately most beach traffic was further along, and it looked pretty much deserted. The orca grunted and slammed a $20 on the counter, gathering up the bag in a huff and hurrying off to attempt to salvage what little of his pride was left.

The restroom itself was mercifully cleaner than he had expected for such an ill-used part of the beach, though it still wasn't quite full-on tourist season. Two stalls, two urinals, a pair of sinks, a shower cubicle and a full-length mirror with a red-brown tile floor were the only features, the floor devoid of both sand and water, hinting at a lack of use. Torque slumped against the door as it closed, holding up the package and eyeing it suspiciously before tearing into it.

The package didn't lie - there were "three thongs in electrifying colors!" He wasn't so sure that he'd "be the envy of everyone on the beach", and was definitely certain it wasn't "the biggest craze in summer swimwear", especially given his choices - a deep electric blue, a dark crimson red, and brilliant warning-yellow. They didn't feel like cloth to the touch, more rubbery than that, almost like a section cut from a dive or surf suit. He shrugged - it could be worse, and at least that meant they wouldn't give way on him at an inopportune moment. He left the red and the yellow in the bag, hefting up the blue one and examining it for a moment before starting to step into it.

Being an orca, he'd always had trouble finding clothes that fit around his tail. Unlike land animals, his breed tended towards very thick tails, so finding anything tailored to fit was a challenge, which was why losing his shorts was such a big deal, but this thing seemed to have that in mind. Instead of the usual T-strap, or the small ring for a standard furred tail, it had a large elastic strap that went around the base of the tail, holding the rest in place. He slid the fabric up his legs, and his skin tingled - it actually felt kind of nice as he started to tuck himself inside, giving himself a good grope to heft himself into the neoprene pouch as he twisted it around, settling himself in.

Out the corner of his eye, he got a glimpse of himself in the thong, finding himself posing and flexing a little. Orcas were naturally big critters, but he and his brothers prided themselves on being professional beach bums. His own build was thick enough to not look out of proportion, but would be considered slight by orca standards. But as he looked in the mirror, he could see himself as a proper orca, bulky and strong. He flexed a bit, imagining himself as one of the muscle heads that seemed present on every beach he'd been at, those beefy guys that don’t seem to care about anything other than when’s the next wave, who’s the next chick, what’s the next meal, and realized he liked it. He liked it a lot. And it didn't hurt that the pouch, clinging to his groin, seemed to accentuate that as well, making him look more like a stallion than he'd ever felt before. And that felt very nice indeed.

He grinned, turning to the mirror, flexing one arm to show off. Imagining what he'd look like properly bulked, then the other, standing up a little straighter. "Yeah, I'd look damn good, mmf!" he mumbled to himself, and his cock twitched in the thong, swelling a little more. The movements of the fabric across his sensitive cock made him gasp, and he reached down to trail a finger lightly along the neoprene coating, feeling his growing erection inside, the touch electrifying. He churred softly, fondling and groping himself, rubbing his hand along the outside of the pouch, feeling his arousal grow, a pleasant tingling and muzzy headedness coming over him.

He slammed himself up against the wall, stroking himself harder through the cloth, his cock straining the material, which stretched to accommodate his throbbing erection without pulling away from his body, keeping a nice seal even as he began pawing harder. He reached down to grip the top of the thong, starting to pull it down to expose his thick black cock. As the fabric hugged along the base of his cock and his heavy scrotum, he ran his tongue along his lips. Before he realized it, he felt the pouch grip and seal over his bulge again, giving a euphoric buzz in the back of his mind. It felt strange, thinking the pouch might have moved on its own. Or at least he thought that it felt better with the pouch on. And with the shower right there, well... He grinned even more at the lewdness of it, Letting the thong coat over his cock, sealing nicely as he stroked again, bracing an arm against the wall of the bathroom, by the mirror, stroking himself harder and panting heavily. He grinned as he stared at his muscles swelling a bit, the sheen of his damp skin in white and black reflecting the light in the room, and a slightly bluish haze washed over him as he felt more and more aroused, his climax quickly approaching.

He chirped loudly, trilling as he felt the most intense orgasm of his life wash over him, his cock throbbing in its covering, though he saw no damp spot and felt no wetness inside. Instead, the pleasant buzziness washed over his mind, making him woozy but with a silly grin on his face as he looked in the mirror, seeing how big and muscly he was. He felt strong, and handsome, and powerful, but there was something wrong, too. He couldn't quite puzzle it out yet, but that was alright, someone'd point it out to him. Torque didn’t feel like thinking too much about it. He was too busy making himself all big and strong to spend too much time thinking about things. In fact, it was much easier to feel than it was to think. No wonder why so many don’t use their brains. Nah, it wasn't worth worrying about. He did have to say, though, he looked damned hot in this thong, and wondered why he'd never tried one on before.

Because Torque hadn't found the right thong.

He shrugged and nodded, that was that. His erection had gone down, but maybe the fabric had stretched, because it looked thicker than it had before. And the way the cloth slid around him when he moved was so nice, and distracting. Yeah, it'd be nice to go show off like this. And wait 'til his brothers saw him in this! He took the other two thongs and stuffed them in with his wallet and cell phone, flushing the bag they'd come in down the toilet - no need for someone else to find what brand he wore, after all. Torque was smart, yep. No competition like this, except his brothers. They'd always done everything together, and this wouldn't be any different. Nope.

He walked out into his sun, tossing the shreds of his old board shorts in the trashcan as he casually strutted down the board walk. He wouldn't need them anymore, he was pretty sure. But now, he had to get back - his brothers were probably wondering where he'd gotten off to.

*****

Axel and Volt were where Toque expected them, back at the bus. They'd opened the side and set up a canopy with a bug screen and a cot, and were busy unloading their gear. Axel's the first to look up, seeing Torque coming by with a big grin. "Well, hey, if it isn't... ummm, what the fuck are you wearing?"

Torque shrugged, he expected this response. "Had a little accident, my shorts got shredded. Only thing I could get was this thong. Gotta admit, it looks kinda nice, don’tcha think?"

Volt looked up from where he'd unloaded his speakers and turntables. "Pretty fruity, bro. I mean, you’re thong’s brighter than a Christmas tree, a tree that’s got half a boner all the time!" He and Axel chuckled, but Torque refused to be bothered.

"I thought the same way until I tried it on. I bet I get a lot of attention. Mmmrrf... You guys need any help with stuff here? If not, I'm gonna head down to the shore for a good swim. I need the workout." Axel gave a strange look at his brother. “Since when do you work out?” “hmm?” Torque looked up and back down at him, realizing that he had been idly rubbing his crotch under the table during the conversation. “Oh.. Well… just really feel like it. A good orca’s a healthy orca right?” that idea seemed to echo in his head… a good orca… was torque a good orca? The two of them look at each other, and then shrugged. "Nah, we're fine, bro. I already got a gig tonight, so I won't be back 'til morning. There's a party down the beach and they figured some tunes'd be nice." Volt sighed, putting on a loose over shirt and beaded necklace as he went through to make sure he hadn't lost anything while on the road.

Axel meanwhile had been looking at Torque even as he set up the barbeque grill. He had to admit, his brother did cut a nice figure in that thong. He shrugged a bit - whatever turned him on. As long as he kept the bus running, it didn't matter if he dressed in drag and danced with the President. That was always the deal.

"If yer still down here when I'm done, I'll come on down and join ya. Don't look like you'd need a towel or nothin'." Axel chittered a bit. He was a little thicker than Torque and a little taller - Torque might be older, but he was the "big bro" of the group, and he rubbed his belly self-consciously. Too much time spent making sure they had the right beer to drink while chilling on the shore, cooking out and spending the most time behind the wheel, he figured, but he was used to it.

Torque headed off down the path to the beach, getting more than a couple stares. He flexed unconsciously, grinning as he looked at his arm. He was sure he was a bit bigger, but that had to be a trick of his confidence. It didn’t matter who was looking. Men or women, he felt sexy… that’s all he wanted… he was being a good orca. Where did that thought come from? Before he could properly question it, his stomach growled insistently for a moment, and he considered turning around back up to the bus, and he almost did. But the invasive idea of becoming big… strong… sexy… was something too powerful to deny. Besides, it'd be good to get used to being hungry. Volt's little gig didn't promise to pay much, and he'd come back smelling of whoever romanced the DJ hard enough to win. Kid was a horndog, but Torque had to admit he was good at what he did.

The water felt wonderful against his almost entirely bare skin as he dove into the surf, letting it wash over him. It was a simple thing to take a deep breath and dive under the waves, into the watery realm that was more of a home to him than life on the beach. He was good on a board, but his real passion was down here, under the water. And again his stomach growled. He chirped in annoyance, not wanting to give up his swim, as distant instincts pinged something in he distance, his stomach growling more.

Schools of tuna were swimming maybe a mile and a half off-shore; well outside the safe limit for swimming, but he was an aquatic, and the rules didn't apply the same to them as to the more furred sorts. His stomach led, a low chittering in his throat as he propelled himself hard through the water, flexing his muscles and feeling the power in them, knowing he needed to be bigger, and this was going to be quite a workout. Given how fast tuna can swim, he would be in for quite the chase, but he was ready. What was he doing? Why was he going out so far? He needed to go back. These thoughts were running through his head before they slowed more and more until it shrank from existence… instinct now guiding his body. He was an animal now.

He kicks, legs tucked up, as the water flowed along his sleek form. The thong kept him gathered up nicely, the flow of the water over the sensitive flesh arousing him more. He was a hunter now, and that thought turned him on. He grunted a little with exertion, giving another pinging squeal to find where the school was. He'd closed over a mile without thinking, just acting, letting instinct wash over him, and he surged forward, the thrill in his head. Only one real tangible thought managed to wade through the endless tangle of his instinctual brain:

Torque is a good orca. Torque is a good hunter.

He surged through the waves, closing in on the tuna from near the front. He couldn't take one of the full sized fish, who were almost half his build, but one of the younger ones fit the bill perfectly. He darted forward, the tuna only dimly aware of the threat he posed, then yelled in his throat, a piercing squeak as he swam by one of the younger fish, dazing it for a moment as he flipped his tail fluke, smashing the fish in the sweep by. His tail went numb, but the flip was perfect, smashing the fish and leaving it immobile in the water as the rest of the school darted off at high speed, breaching in a panic to flee the predator in their midst.

He circled back in on the tuna, floating in the water, He might've killed it, or it might simply have been dazed. Either way, he needed the protein in the fish if he was going to get strong, and he grabbed it in his arms, stuffing it in his throat. His lungs burned from the exertion, but a simply float to the surface and exhale out his blowhole fixed that. He fed the long meaty thing, scales and all, down his throat, bulging as he gulped, squealing in pleasure the way some of his non-morphic cousins did with trainers at Sea World. He'd done well, Torque was a good orca. This would make him big and strong. He swallowed down the fish, feeling it settle in his gut, and floated in the water for a while, feeling the currents brush against his body. The amazing tingling feeling returned to his wonderful groin. Torque took a peek down to see part of his member was poking out from the breeches of his speedo. Even though it was just the tip… he was startled only for a moment that the speedo seemed to literally reach out and snag the tip of his cock… pulling it back as torque seemed to give a startled mrrf in surprise. He looked down and gave a quiet “what?” before he tried to reach at the speedo… it seemed to half sedate him somehow. And before torque knew it… his head was bucked back, mouth agape as he let the salty water flow in, teasing his sensitive cock through the thong, and he knew, all was well with the world. He barely realized his hands were reaching toward his bulge again, and by the time he processed wanting to stop himself. He just seemed to stop caring about anything as soon as his hands were idly rubbing the fabric up and down…up and down…

There was nothing to worry about now, Torque was a good orca now, like he always wanted.

Torque wasn't sure how long he floated there in that bliss, drunk off the hunt, the fish, and the feel of the waves on him, but he started to come to as he heard a questioning squawk through the water. Axel was looking for him, and he realized the sun had almost gone down. He had been gone almost four hours, and of course his brother would worry. It was cute to him, big little brother, always looking out for Torque. That was okay - Torque didn't need to think too much. Torque ran on instinct, and instinct treated Torque well, there were things that… weren’t important enough to think about, and torque was happy that little voice in his head kept himself carefree and relaxed. He rolled in the water, flexing his arms to look at how much he'd bulked. He thought he should be surprised by how big he'd gotten, but he was being a good orca, he didn’t want to question it. Torque was a good hunter, and good hunters were big and strong. But he needed to make sure Big Little Brother didn't worry, so he squawked back an acknowledgement, propelling himself through the water at high speed.

It didn't take long for him to meet up with his brother over halfway back, the beach still barely in sight. Axel panted in the water, floating there, spent from how quickly he'd swam out that distance. He heard Torque's approach, but it was way too fast, faster than he'd ever swum before. And then the shock of water hit him, dazing him a little as Torque squeaked playfully, swimming by less than an inch between them, tail fluke grazing his side and back. Suddenly Axel felt water flowing freely over his groin, and he curled around to look down... watching his shorts, laden with his own wallet, sinking quickly towards the bottom.

"Oops. Sorry, Big Little Brother," Torque squeaked from nearby, having circled back. "I'll get 'em, and I'll be back with something to keep you from being too embarrassed." Rather than wait for a reply, Torque took a breath and dove after the shorts, sinking a good two hundred feet before snatching up the torn fabric in his snout, tasting his brother over the salt water as he swam back to shore quickly. He hopped out of the water, the shorts dangling from his maw, hearing a few giggles from others on the beach. It was a nice distraction to be admired. He padded over softly to a group of guys and girls and gave a playful chirp, the giggling and oohing making him feel all the more like one of the muscle heads… like a good orca. Right up until realizing what was going on, heading back to the van.

He started rummaging through Axel's laundry, getting a scent of his brother amongst the fabric, when it dawned on him. Torque was a good orca... Torque was a strong orca. But he hadn't been before he put on the thong this morning. A big grin crossed his face as he went to where he'd tossed the plastic bag from earlier, pulling out the red pair. Axle'd look good in those, and then Axel could be a good orca, too. Torque turned from inside the van, spying himself in the mirror, noticing the slight bluish tinge that had crept into his white chest, belly, and spots, chittering pleasantly. Yes, Torque was definitely a good orca, and soon he'd make sure Big Little Brother was, too.

He dove into the water without a second's hesitation, dashing out to where he knew his brother was still waiting. Axel had started the slow process of swimming back, when he heard Torque's squeal of pleasure, a childlike sound, almost feral as he swam back into view. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to have any shorts with him, and just a big grin. Axel sighed - of all the times for Torque to play childish games; this was not one of them. The sun wouldn't be down for another hour, and he had to get started on dinner if they wanted to eat before Volt had to head off for his gig. He could try to brave the dash on the beach naked, or he could wait it out, since Torque apparently forgot...

"Oh no... You didn't!" Axel whined, as Torque swam up next to him, a flash of red fabric clenched hanging his mouth. Torque smirked and nodded, then dove under the water for a moment before surfacing to show off how shiny it can be. “What…what is that?” he pointed at the red fabric in his hand. “You’ll like this; it’ll make you feel strong and sexy! It’ll make you a better orca!” Torque chirped almost in a juvenile bubbly tone. He tossed the Speedo from his mouth toward Axel, who simply let it slowly sink into the water. Torque chirped a laugh as he looks back with a playful smile.

"Here, Big Little Brother let me help!" And Axel felt his brother's hands on his feet under the water, guiding the fabric up. It tingled a bit, as tight as it was, and he got a look at his brother under the water. He looked a little bluish, but then again it could just be the ocean. But he definitely seemed bigger, too - heck, bigger than he was. Something was going on, and that bothered him.

"Torque, stop it. I don't wanna wear that thing. It's embarrassing. I'll just wait until daaaoooooh..." His protests trailed off when he felt first a firm hand on his groin, and then the Speedo sliding up into place, the grope now outside, rubbing the material against his rapidly hardening cock. He knew it was wrong, having his brother shamelessly grope him, but it felt so very, very good. Axel’s protests started to become nothing more than mindless purring. His tail flipped a little in the water as he tried to pull away, but only served to grind him in harder to that fondling hand.

"Torque, what are you...?" he asked, startled, yet sort of drowsy in tone only to find his brother's broad chest pressed to his own, their respective bulges grinding together. “shh.. You’ll be a good orca just like torque.” In that moment, as the neoprene pouch wrapped around his cock and the two rubbed together, his mind shut off. It was the best thing he'd ever felt, and he knew to talk would only detract from the experience; one he didn't want to stop as his arousal grew.

Torque grinned, he knew he was being a good orca, and he was helping his brother realize the same thing. Judging from the vacant look just before Axel's eyes closed, Torque knew he'd done right. He wrapped his arms around his brother, hips grinding together as both of them hardened, and whispered in his ear. "Take a deep breath, Big Little Brother. We're gonna go for a dive, like good orcas do…"

Axel did as he was told, unable to blot out just how good it felt to be wrapped up in his brother's arms like this, feeling how strong he was, how powerful, and how big, their cocks growing under their thongs to grind together. He knew he wouldn't last long - they'd been on the road together for three days before picking this place to camp, and he hadn't gotten off in all that time. He kicked and propelled, noticing his brother's strength, the thick physique he'd developed, and he knew he had to be better. His brother was a good, strong orca, why wasn't he? He needed to take better care of himself, he knew, if he was going to stay Big Little Brother, he had to follow his… and torque’s instincts. Axel knew he wasn't a good orca yet, and that saddened him for some reason, though he didn't know why. All he knew was that this felt so good, he couldn't stop. Grinding as he and Torque swam through the waves, head awash with the thrum of the ocean and the rhythmic sway of his brother's muscles and the heavy pounding of his blood through his head and his erection, threatening to burst. He couldn't hold back, and he could tell from the throbbing his brother was very close, too.

The two squealed together, a single pulse of sound that echoed through the ocean for miles and miles, orgasms striking together. There was no concern about stickiness, or that they'd just cum in their thongs, or what attention they'd draw, there was just the moment of oneness as they shot through the water. They came to a halt, now almost 5 miles offshore, and panted, looking in each other's eyes.

"Torque is a good orca." he chimed, nuzzling at his brother

Axel felt a twist in his stomach before it was calmed and forgotten, his mind bringing him back down. He was a good orca. He didn’t need to question the world around him. The orca nodded and nuzzled back. "Axel will.. be a good orca, too." He felt a light dizzy, almost drunken feeling as he said it, as if he was permanently, but mildly confused. Of course he was a good orca. When wasn't he?

Torque nodded and grinned, admitting and embracing his brother's form. Soon Axel would be a good orca, too. He kicked off through the water, turning it into a bit of a race as the two darted through the waves, Axel's form growing stronger as they made their way back, bumping each other playfully along the way.

*****

Volt was gathering his stuff up to lug down to the party down the beach when Axel and Torque returned. He just glared at them for a moment, and paused. "Oh, man, not you too!" he snorted when he saw Axel was in a thong like Torque's, only red instead of blue. Something seemed a little different but he played it up to a trick of the fading light. Axel chirped a bit in amusement. “it’s okay brother. Torque was right.. it feels…. Good.” It was a good thing Volt wasn’t staring at his crotch, because it seemed to pulse as he finished his sentence.

“Whatever, you two fruitcakes got the energy to help me lug this shit down the beach to earn us lunch money, or am I gonna have to do it all myself?" His words were angry but his tone was lighthearted - it was a game they'd played time and time again at various stops.

The two of them chittered in a laugh, padding over and each grabbing one of the large speakers under an arm, Torque grabbing the generator while Axel grabbed one of the boxes of records. It felt sort of good to be useful, if not, a little more than swimming in the ocean for their workout. There was a little grunting, but the two of them easily hefted the stuff up, standing there and grinning at Volt as he struggled with a large subwoofer. "Well, come on, bro, don't keep us waiting..." He scrambled to grab the last of the stuff - usually it took the three of them two or three trips to get everything moved - that was definitely different for him.

Volt also realized they were getting a lot more attention as they walked down the beach, lugging the equipment, and for the first time in a long while, it wasn't him who was the center of attention. He blushed a little red at how his brothers were showing off. The two would occasionally stop at a group and pose together, chirping to each other playfully as they’d bump heads lightly… they had never done that before. Volt blinked as they gave a chirp in their native tongue. He knew it was a sound of general praise, but Volt preferred a language most girls spoke. Besides, it wasn’t too often he met a female orca. - they both had complained a little about how he was always picking up new playthings every beach they stopped at, and he figured this was their way of showing him up. The discussion earlier must've just been a setup to make him think it was an accident. Well, he'd show them - he already had a nice fox girl lined up for the night's entertainment, and from what he could figure she had two friends who might not mind sharing.

The three of them found their way to the party site, where already people were gathering, dancing to music blaring from car stereos parked on the ledge above. As they showed up to start setting up the sound system, the fox girl, Clara (if Volt remembered right) walked up to him and slid a paw down his bared chest. "Who're those two thugs? They gotta hurry on home or do you think they can stay a little while longer?"

Volt paused, stammering. "N.. No, those are my brothers. And... No. No way. We live together...” “aww… come on. I’ve never had the chance to share brothers before...” the other two brothers smiled and... For some reason that even escaped torque and axel, involuntarily flexed a light pose. “No! I’m not sharing a bed with my brothers.” He could see the disappointment in her eyes as Torque walked up, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Besides, we gotta get back. We gotta work out before bed, and gotta be up early for a good swim." “A good orca is a healthy orca, right brother?” Axel replied, which made Volt raise an eyebrow from remembering torque said the same thing just earlier that day. He winked at Volt and turned, heading off down the beach, Axel hurrying after. "Hey, bro, wait up!"

Volt shook his head and watched Clara stare wistfully down the beach at the two departing brothers. "Aww, fuck, there goes my meal ticket...." he muttered as he went about selecting what he'd play for the night's festivities.

Back at the bus, Axel was starting up the barbeque grill, starting up the charcoal with the roar and stench of lighter fluid. He bent over to rummage through the cooler, and Torque noticed his white under tail was starting to turn a little pinkish. He smiled, Torque was a good orca. While Axel prepared dinner, he got down to all fours and began to do triangle pushups, curling his tail as he did so to flex and work it, and drawing some onlookers occasionally as they walked to and from the other cars in the lot. It felt good to work out, to get a good pump going. He'd have to if he was going to really be a good boy and be big and strong like he should be.

Axel was rummaging through he cooler, then looked under his arm back at Torque, who was working out - and he felt an urge to join him, distracted only by a rumble in his stomach. "Hey, bro - stop bein' a Marine and tell me how much ya want for dinner? I'm ravenous, and it's steak tonight. Just… steak." It was a little weird to see Axel starting to drool at the thought, standing there before torque had to snap his fingers to get him out of it.

“Hey not all workouts are swimming, right Big little brother? You want to be a good orca right? You should join me.” Axel swallowed nervously. Torque huffed and pushed up hard to get to his feet, panting a little. "I'm pretty hungry, but I ate earlier. You make what you want and I'll eat what's left, 'kay?" Axel nodded and pulled out a good fifteen pounds of steaks, tossing them on the grill. A week's worth of meals was sizzling in a matter of moments, splashed with a homemade marinade he kept in a big bottle in with the meat. “Should I use the A1, or the Worchester sauce? Do you want spices? Salt? How do you want it coo-” Torque sighed and closed Axel’s mouth. “Do you want to be a good orca, brother?” axel slowly nodded. “Don’t worry about these little things.. Let… instinct cook.. We’ll eat whatever it wants us to…” “I…..Axel…understands.” he mmrrrffs in agreement as his expression goes slack as he cooks.. Good to let his mind go on autopilot as the simple thought returned. Axel is a good orca… axel is a stupid orca…

Meanwhile, Torque sat back and began to do crunches, one elbow to opposite knee, down, other elbow, down, repeat; at a pace matching the beat Volt was spinning down the beach. The pulse of the workout, each flex of the muscles giving him a slight reward of buzz in his mind and his groin Axel watched this for a bit, the tingling in his thong increasing as he reached down to rub himself unconsciously. He wanted to join in, but he knew he was hungry and it would be better if he waited until he had more protein in his system before he started working out. Anxiously, he turned the steaks a few times, searing the outsides though the insides were likely still pink and raw before he decided he just needed the meat.

Without thinking, he speared a 3-lb chunk of meat with a fork, lifted it up and downed it in one gulp without a thought. He rubbed his belly with his other hand as he felt the meat slide down his throat, chrrring in pleasure; though he knew he needed more. Two more steaks, almost 5 pounds all told, went down his throat in the same fashion, while Torque stopped his crunches and watched his brother eat with a grin.

"Good boy, Big Little Bro! Go ahead and eat it all up, you'll need that to get big and strong, to be a good orca." He grinned and panted a bit - his stomach had tightened some, but at the same time he felt a thicker layer of blubber had grown under his skin, feeling like a permanent wetsuit over his muscles. He knew he'd be huge, and that was just what he wanted - that was what made him a good boy.

Axel heard the praise from his brother and his knees quavered as his mind roared with that drunken feeling from earlier, only this time it didn't subside at all. He was a good boy! That was what he wanted… no... That was what he needed. There wasn't much steak left, and he knew his brother would need to eat some, so he left a pound of it on and downed the rest, grrrrrring and tail swaying, letting himself topple over into pushups right there, basic calisthenics. Torque rolled to his feet and got up, liberating the last steak from the grill and downing it with a smirk, chittering happily at his brother, seeing all the white fading to pink then darkening to red as he worked, dropping further from pushups to squat thrusts and leg flexes, then rolling to sit-ups. After only a few minutes Torque grinned.

"Good orcas play in the water," he said with a smirk. “Then torque and axel must play like the good orcas they are.” The now red orca replied with a smile. The near blue torque then took off at a dead run for the shore, Axel only moments behind. The two of them dove into the water as a wave came in, and chittered playfully to each other as they sprint-swam out into the open ocean, the moon rising over the dark sea, painting everything in silver and shadow. The two swam for hours, breaching, playing and nuzzling, grinding against each other, chasing down and devouring fish as they worked their entire bodies, becoming brutes of the sea, thinking of nothing but strength, power, and control. No need to think - that wasn't theirs. Good orcas just did what they were told, and right now they were getting stronger.

The moon was starting to settle toward the horizon again by the time they were finished, and they knew they needed to rest for things to finish. Volt wouldn't be back until morning, and that would give them enough time to recover before hitting the road. Volt would be upset - they'd planned to spend a week here, but they both knew they had some place to be, further up the coast.

For a while, they stayed in acting for cooperative workouts… calisthenics that were impossible without a brother to help them along. Axel began to drool slightly while torque chittered in response, feeling his teeth tingle. They climbed into bed, still wet from the sea and still in their thongs, pressing their bodies against each other as they felt the heat and strength of the other. They were good boys, and they would keep being good boys as long as they just followed instinct. Their beaks pressed together, the two of them kissing, twining tongues as thick meaty hands explored bodies bulked out by their exertions and all that meat. Axel was feeling particularly happy - Torque was no longer bigger than him, which meant he was Big Little Brother again, and that was right. They groomed and licked and stroked and explored, their thongs never coming off, though if asked both would say they orgasmed many times through the night, each time leaving a stronger echo until by the time they collapsed into exhaustion they felt in a constant state of bliss.

*****

"And what the FUCK is going on here?" Snarled Volt as he threw open the door, slamming it against the cabinet behind. "I'm out bustin' my ass all night, and you two are lying back here fagging it up. Dudes, there's something seriously fucking wrong here!"

Axel and Torque blinked, stretching with yawns as consciousness came slowly. The first thing each was aware of was the scent of the other, reassuring and strong. Then they heard Volt, and turned to look at him with bleary eyes. "Wha?" Torque finally asked, being a little more aware than Axel, who was still smacking his lips trying to muster what he could of consciousness.

"And what's this dye job? You guys look like freaks!" And that brought the two of them to attention. Looking at each other, then themselves, they realized that Volt was right. They were both a lot bigger than they remembered, and where Volt was white, Torque was a deep blue and Axel was the same depth but in red. A pair of long fangs jutted from Torque's beak, while small tusks probed up from Axel's jaw.

"It's those fuckin' Speedos. Get 'em off!" Volt's voice was on the edge of panic, and the two of them finally had enough bearings to agree. The two squirmed, starting to peel the fabric back from cocks made thick from arousal and whatever else had happened to them. “I knew something felt wrong when I had this thing on!” Torque was the first to get his Speedos down to his knees, pausing for a moment as the cloth flowed like quicksilver from his hands and back up his legs. Volt just watched in shock as Torque and Axel both struggled with the fabric, which always seemed to elude their grasp as it climbed back up their legs.

Thinking quickly, Axel turned to the side of the bed to grab for the knife he kept there, while Torque kept pushing at the animated fabric with less and less success, what had been to his knees now almost all the way back up to his hips, his cock bobbing as the buzzing and pleasant sensations got closer and closer to sensitive areas. Axel managed to grab a knife and was reaching down to try and cut the fabric off as it wriggled firmly up along his cock, making his eyes cross and his beak drop open with a pleasured moan, slumping back to the bed and struggling all the more, like starting a fistfight while trapped in orgasmic bliss. “M-must….get off…. Good Boys M-must not… M-must.” This distracted Torque who, once turning to see what had happened, gasped as his own thong found its way back to his crotch. Sadly, the blue orca found this as his last moment of real free thought, as the coaxing of the Speedo quickly brought torque back to attention. “n…noooo~” Torque finally trailed off, the stimulation leaving the blue thug drooling and glassy-eyed, his eyes changing to a matching glazed sapphire as volt’s mouth hung open in shock. Torque grunted with a mindless chitter.

"Torque is going to be a good boy from now on. Torque loves his Speedo, it makes torque happy..." His voice had lost some measure of inflection, though still carried some of the strange boyish eagerness from the prior day. “What the fuck are you talking about torque?!” Volt backed up until he bumped into something huge and meaty... a red shape as he looked up to see Axel drooling stupidly as he chirred to himself.

"Axel is a good orca. Axel was always stupid… and strong… we are good orcas…" He dropped the knife with a clatter at the side of the bed, pulling out the yellow thong that was the last from the package.

"Good orcas do what they are told… Volt will enjoy being a stupid muscle orca just like us…” they intoned as they got to their feet, approaching their wide-eyed brother.

"N.. no! Stop it, it's the Speedos, it's doing this to you! St... STOP!" His voice squeaked as he felt Torque's hand slide under the waistband of his pants, shredding the cloth, his cock throbbing as his brother's expert touch aroused him. Axel licked along Volt's cheek, lapping away the fearful tears as the two of them slowly turned about and guided the struggling Volt back to the bed.

"No... Stop... This isn't ri..mMmmmmf!" Volt's final protest was cut off by a probing of Axel’s tongue which slipped into a firm kiss, silencing him as Torque removed his shorts. “Be a good orca, Volt. Torque and Axel did.. Torque is happy now, you will be too..” He felt the soft rubbery folds of the yellow Speedo stretch over his feet, then slowly slide up his legs, making him struggle and kick even more, though he was increasingly aware of both the hand pumping his hard cock and the pleasant feeling washing up his body from the fabric as it slid higher up his legs. He mmmmMMmmfed and tried to shove His brothers off him, but he might as well be trying to lift the bus for all the good it was doing him.

Volt had a moment of clarity as Torque's hand finally released his erection, his eyes wide as he tried to bite his brother, only to freeze halfway through, the fabric snapping down over his cock and enshrouding his mind in a cloudy bliss. He was still buzzing just a little from his time with Clara that morning before staggering off for breakfast and to check on his brothers, making it so much easier for the Speedo to eat away at his inhibitions. He was the horndog of the trio, and he felt a note of satisfaction how easily his cock led him into being such a good orca. His struggles ceased, and his pushing hands fell to his side as his two brothers explored for him, kissing and licking and groping as they fondled his cock through the bright yellow speedo, seeing the white of his flesh already yellowing as his sign of truly being a good boy. “Isn’t volt happy to feel this good?” Axel chitters as he nuzzled his brother’s bulge with his snout. “Mmph… n…no… stop it. I don’t wahh…mmmh.” Volt’s protests were grossly unconvincing, as his brothers and the Speedos, toyed with him like he had begged them to do it in the first place. “Don’t let volt’s thoughts get in the way… Torque used to think bad thoughts. But Torque is a good orca now; orcas do as they’re told, brother. All orcas know that. The Speedo makes it all better… don’t fight, volt... you’re a good orca.” Volt didn’t even have the time to comprehend fully what was happening to him. But the more and more the brothers showed him the pleasure of being so strong, so sexy, so stupid, he chittered as he starts to nuzzle back affectionately, his now muscled body strong as his brothers, his while coloring been brightened to a near fluorescent yellow, his eyes fading into the color of his body.

“Volt… Volt will do what he is told… Volt loves his new Speedo… volt is a good stupid orca...”
“Good brother...” the two respond to him, Chittering triumphantly as they nuzzled in playfully.
They lay in bed for a few hours, stroking and exploring and wrestling, until finally they knew it was time to go. They gathered up the screen tent, the barbeque grill, and the chairs they had set out, stashing them away in the back. Clara saw the three of them happily packing away, Volt still had another day of concert to deal with.

“What do you guys think you’re doing?” Torque and Axel look at her a bit dully and turn back to whatever they were doing. The vixen was going to yell at them, but instead got caught by seeing her horn dog… all yellow, muscular and like nothing she had ever imagined before.
“V-volt?! What happened to you?!” Volt smiled and gave a flex. “It’s okay, baby, Torque and Axel showed me how good being strong and sexy was like...” he churrs softly to himself as he rubbed a peck with a finger.
“Volt, what’s gotten into you? This is really weird.” The three dropped their things and smiled as they converged on the tiny girl. Their bulges pressed on her belly warmly as they all looked down at her, clicking and chittering softly to each other as they completely smother Clara. She couldn’t really move out of it, each bulge keeping her very pinned, much of the light blocked by the orcas. If it wasn’t under such a strange circumstance, she would have liked it a lot. “Come on Clara, don’t ruin it for Volt… he’s happy now, happier than he could ever be. He loves feeling so sexy.” Torque coaxes as she almost swoons a bit for being so close to such attractive men. “Yeah, Clara… I’m…a good orca now… and good orcas don’t play music… they do what they’re told… and we are told that we have to leave. So we’re going to be good orcas.” He nuzzled in to his brothers as they parted away from the female, their arms over each other’s shoulders as the insignia of a black triangle forms on their Speedos. They know what to do now. Axel closed the door and started the van, driving off as they left their former lives behind

Clara yelled for them to stop, though Axel ignored her. She was yelling something about the speakers, but from the noises in the back Torque was still helping Volt get used to his new obedience, teaching him how to be a good stupid muscle boy orca. Apparently it was taking well.

*****

This far north, summer was still a month or so off, and the heavy, damp fogs of the spring held sway over the cliffs and towering trees. The bus meandered its way up a twisting road, almost a week from when they had last stopped for any length of time. At the top of a bluff, looking over the ocean was a sprawling house in black, rich wood tones, and glass, surrounded by Japanese-style water and rock gardens. They pulled off to a parking area and cut the engine, the three of them climbing out.

In the week, they had swelled up to be almost copies of each other. Axel was taller and more massive, while Volt was slightly thinner and wirier than Torque, though all three looked like they could be posing for the cover of Men's Health or similar soft-core muscle-porn. The layer of blubber insulated them from the chill that had only just stopped leaving a rime of frost on everything, and the sun burned low to the east, not having a chance to burn off the fog.

They knew this place, and walked around the back to a barn-like structure. Inside were a number of private stalls, with their own doors, the temperature kept quite cool but the lights dim. There were three doors open, next to each other, and each one of them nodded as they passed the one that would be theirs, but for now they needed to report. There was a small hallway connecting this building to the main house, and they each punched in the code that they were told would let them through, walking down the laid stone into the main room.

A highly polished floor laid out, with a single figure sitting in a lotus position atop a small pedestal, in meditation. The three of them filed in silently, each standing before the one who had been coaxing them into being good stupid orcas this whole time. The figure was bare-pawed, canine, light yellowish, like a creamy color in fur where his black robes didn't cover. A mask blocked his face, while his eyes were closed, but it didn't matter - they knew who he was. Torque knelt first, on his knees, arms to his sides, forehead to the floor, and on his left knelt Axel, Volt to the right.

How long they remained there, they didn't know, nor did they care. They were good stupid muscle boys, and they would wait for Master's pleasure. They were nothing without Master's will. They awaited his command, which eventually came in the form of a single word from his calm, yet deep tone. "Report."
The three grunted together as Axel and Volt looked to the blue, the first true good orca out of the three.

"Torque is a good slave. Torque lives only for Master's will."
"Axel is a good slave. Axel lives only for Master's will."
"Volt is a good slave. Volt lives only for Master's will."

There was a pleased chuckle from the cloaked figure, who arose from his meditation. "To attention, my thugs. And I’ll give you the assignments I wish of you."

The three stood, eyes blank fields of blue, red and yellow, and awaited the will that would make them whole, happily standing side by side. Part of them was still there, fighting as much as they could… sometimes they’d even have a split second of doubt from that resistance. A simple sentence, usually along the lines of “the speedo’s doing this to you! You have to fight! Take it off!” or one some other usually ran through their minds. But it only took a second for them to shrug off that thought and chuckle. What were they thinking? Orcas love their Speedos; it makes them happy, and obedient.

Through the years that they would serve as their Master’s muscle, mindless and obedient, there was only one real thought that would constantly go through their head… each time they thought it together would make it all the more stronger:

Good boys don't think. Good boys do what they're told.

Posted on 2020-09-11 10:44:11
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Can't believe I forgot to post this here.

Posted on 2022-07-29 17:11:42
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What I would give to be in their shoes. I love wearing speedos though, so Im halfway there.