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The lack of privacy some people experienced in college meant that the only place they could safely have an erotic experience was in their dreams.

For Drew, privacy wasn't a huge issue, but it was in his dreams that his world became truly lewd, as was the case for so many people.

In a dream, there was no real risks, and no pressure. The kinds of basic issues that arose with normal, one-on-one sex weren't a concern, and a normal human being could be whatever they wanted, and sleep with whatever they wanted, assuming they were skilled enough at controlling their sleeping adventures.

Drew was a master of lucid dreaming, and often created his own mental escapes in his sleep. He spent a lot of days thinking of what fantasy creature he was going to have an affair with next, and to his comfort, he was always in control of the situation, no matter what beast or demon he came up with.

"W-wait...slow down a little, would you?"

For the first time in years, he was completely powerless to control his dream...and he was loving every minute of it.

"Why? Isn't this what you brought me here for?" the creature asked, as it slammed Drew up against the glowing mortar of a brick wall. Even in his dreams, Drew still had the same look of middle length brown hair, soft, chocolate eyes and a short, thin body, but this time, he was completely dwarfed by the satyr that was pinning his body against the bricks.

The only reason Drew wanted any kind of control was so that he could get a better look at the beast, but a wide, open palm gripped the back of his head and slammed it forward as hooked claws tore his clothes to shreds, leaving small scratches on the flesh underneath. Copious amounts of slick, lubricating drool spilled from the maw of the beast and soaked down the small of Drew's back, until his rump and asshole were completely covered with the same.

Covered in ridges, bumps and soft, flexible nubs, a cock out of the wildest of fantasies began to slide back and forth between the cheeks of Drew's rump, spilling an amount of precum that would be the entire yield for an average man. "Beg for mercy, you ignorant little slut... beg to be speared on my flesh!"

Dragging his fingertips over the wall and trembling with excitement, Drew tried to spread his legs, but he couldn't move fast enough for the satyr, who penetrated him with the kind of speed and force that could only safely be done in a dream. Feeling a pressure against the bottom of his stomach from being so entirely filled, Drew tried to cry out in elation, but his voice was little more than a trailing squeak; he could scarcely take a breath in his overwhelming pleasure.

"Take my seed, puny mortal...take the whole of my tainted cum and join me in darkness!" the beast howled into his ear. Drew could barely keep himself upright under the thunderous, powerful thrusts of the massive, splitting cock, but the beast took no pity or mercy on him. It continued pounding away at his rump until cum began spilling into the deepest reaches of his anal passage, and almost instantly, excess was flooding down over the back of Drew's thighs. His body wasn't meant to handle such a yield, even in his most twisted dreams, and the sheer volume soaked the back of his sack as more and more of the devilish seed was pumped into him.

He was little more than a breathing sex toy for the beast, and once his body collapsed, he was of no use to the creature anymore...the cuts on his lower back were painted with the last vestiges of blazing hot ejaculate, and when Drew awoke the next morning, he was still able to feel the heat of the same, roasting at his flesh.

**

Lots of people complained that dreams could be a bit too real.

There were those who would dream of being wounded, only to wake up with a mark in the place they felt the pain, and those would dream of sex, finding themselves covered in the mess of their own yield when they awoke.

Though most of those results could be rationally explained, the heated rash on Drew's back was beyond his reasoning. He woke up with the feeling of fire on his lower back, and even after taking a shower and thoroughly cleansing the area, there was a terrible heat that nothing was able to soothe.

What made it worse was the fact that there was no rash on the spot to explain why he might feel such a sensation.

"Maybe it was just a really powerful dream," his friend explained, as she took another sip of her morning coffee.

Drew was lucky to have a best friend like Stephanie...she was the type who would listen to any problem you had, so long as you were genuinely concerned. "I've had stronger dreams than that before, and never woke up feeling anything from them...but...that's where it...y'know, 'it' landed."

"His cum?" she asked, putting him on the spot and giggling as she took another casual sip.

The poor young man was nearly flushed up to his eartips at the word. Stephanie didn't care about Drew being gay, and never gave him a hard time for it, but when he risked being too open with her, she was quick to push him to his conversational limits.

"Y-yes, his cum," he groaned, nearly tripping over the word. He was cautious to say it too loud in the public of a coffee shop, but as it was in the 2030's, the world was a bit more sexually accepting, and talking about a sexual dream in public wasn't really that big of a deal. Drew was just a little bit old fashioned in his ways. "It burned in the most pleasant way in the dream, but now that I'm awake, I can't get rid of the feeling. It's really bothering me..."

"So give it a day, and if it doesn't go away, go talk to a doctor," Stephanie replied. She knew it was an obvious answer, but she also didn't have a lot of other advice to give. "Figure that they would know a little bit more about this than I would."

Like a lot of men, Drew wasn't a big fan of going to the doctor, and telling them that he was having phantom pains wasn't likely to get him much, other than some ointment and pain relievers. "I guess if I don't have any other option, I'll go with that."

"Trust me, they'll be able to help," Stephanie assured him. "And while you're at it, maybe clean up your face a little, hm?"

Drew raised a brow. "I just trimmed my face this morning."

"The whole thing?"

"Yeah, down to stubble."

Stephanie giggled. "Then you and I have a very different definition of stubble, because that looks to me like a full goatee."

Drew looked to the window, and even though he saw it in his reflection, it wasn't until he stroked an open palm against the long, curling hairs of his goatee that he believed it was there. "W-what...what in the hell?"

"Sounds like you dreamed that up too, Drew. You sure you've been sleeping okay?"

"I...I thought I was," he gave a shaky reply, "But maybe I should sneak back to my dorm for a nap. I don't have class again for a while, anyway."

Stephanie pushed the rest of her coffee to Drew and nodded her agreement. "Go ahead and finish that off so you don't fall asleep on the way. Your eyes are nearly black, honestly...get some rest, and I'm sure this will all blow over."

Smiling warmly, Drew stood up and shared a quick hug with Stephanie before he left the coffee shop. "You're the best, Steph. I'll let you know if this gets any worse."

"Sure thing, hon," she assured him, and waved as he took off from the shop.

Did that...did that hug just turn me on? she thought to herself, as she blinked at the familiar sensation of warmth buzzing across her womanhood. But Drew's gay...I've known that for years. So...why all of the sudden...?

Shrugging it off as a fluke, Stephanie went on her way, as well, figuring that a quick stop by her dorm while her roommate was at class could be very beneficial at the moment.

**

Drew finished the coffee on the way home, and as soon as he made it back, he trimmed the whole of his goatee once again. He checked the garbage can before he did, and saw his facial hair from earlier that morning, but he still shrugged it off as coincidence as he did away with a second coat of fuzz.

Clean once again, but still feeling warm, Drew tried sitting against the cold, exterior wall of his small dorm room with a shirt off, thinking it might cool him down as a whole. His entire body was feeling the heat, and whether it was from the panic rushing through his nerves, or some residual reaction to a dream, he just couldn't shake the feeling.

"I'm just imagining things," he repeated, until the words lost all meaning. No one was around to hear his mantra, and even in the back of his imagination, the creatures that he usually brought to life in his dreams were nowhere to be found. There was only the strange heat running through his body, and the reaction to the same made him feel uncomfortably warm...

...He had privacy, and he put it to good use, as he shimmied out of his jeans and boxers, kicking them to the floor of the dorm room.

"Well, at least you still look normal," he said to his own junk, as it sat soft between his thighs. Flopped out on the covers of his bed, his pale flesh was a stark contrast against the black bed sheets, but so far, there was nothing strange about his manhood.

There was certainly something strange about his forehead, however, as he looked at the TV built into the wall, and saw the reflection of his face.

"It's...it's back already...a-and what...what the fuck are those?!"

The goatee filled in within minutes, thicker and fuller than it was before, but the concern about such paled in comparison to the fear he felt when he saw small nubs sticking up and out of his forehead. They continued to grow as he watched them, and as seconds passed, it was clear that horns were growing out, just like the ones on the creature he'd briefly seen in his dreams.

"Okay...seriously, body, this is not the time for that!"

Just when things couldn't get any weirder for poor Drew, he looked down and saw his cock engorging with blood, but it wasn't a typical erection. He went from soft and small to full and throbbing in literal seconds, and the veins that usually sat just under the surface of his flesh were threatening to bulge right through the skin. His eyes went wide as more blood pumped to it, even after it reached what he thought was usually his full length...but somehow, it just kept on growing.

He had to guess that his cock was throbbing at a full eight inches when it finally stopped growing, and it was easily a half inch wider around than it was before. The lustful thoughts in his head at the coffee shop, he'd simply dismissed as the usual, testosterone fueled fantasies of being a college male, but now that precum was actively spilling out of the tip of his oversize length, he was certain that something else was at work...and he had a strong theory as to what it was.

Just like the creature in his dreams the night before, Drew was powerless to fight back against his pulsing flesh any longer. With his privacy in tact, he gripped the base of his expanded member and stroked up along the shaft until he felt his precum. It was slicker than usual, and far more plentiful, making for a delightful slide of his digits back down to the base.

"T-this is so fucking weird..." he groaned, knowing how confused he was about all of the changes that were taking place, and yet, his body wasn't allowing him to ignore the terrible arousal that he was stricken with. The pleasure helped to distract him from the burning sensation in his lower back temporarily, but it also brought up more questions, as clear, slick fluids pumped down over his fingers in a volume nearly as great as his usual orgasms. "But it feels s-so good, I can't...I can't stop!"

The more pleasure that ran through Drew, the longer the horns on his forehead grew out from his skull, until they reached a peak and began to curl back toward the sides of his cranium. Ears that were filled with the sound of his palm working slick precum into flesh began to flicker just slightly as they grew sharper, and the sound of his own juices mingling into flesh was all that he could hear as he grinned wide with delight.

Dark forces were certainly at work, and they had a full hold on Drew as he felt his orgasm building rapidly in the pit of his tummy. Even if it was just for a brief moment, he completely stopped caring about what changes were taking place across his body, and worried only about the powerful finish that he was due.

He didn't know that his presence was already infecting others; he couldn't have known that at that very moment, Stephanie was in her own dorm, fingering herself rapidly to the thought of a friend that she knew was gay. He wasn't aware that his roommate, a straight male, was struggling to contain a boner as he gripped the door handle to their dorm room and fumbled with his key.

He only knew how amazing the changes felt at the moment, as long, thick ropes of his cum sprayed up from his cock with such force that a couple of them stained the cream colored ceiling and fell back down, landing upon his tummy and making a terrible mess of his bedspread. "F-fuck yeah...I'm cummin'...t-take it, Evan...take all of that f-fucking cock!" He groaned, allowing his mind to unabashedly wander to the thoughts of his current crush. Usually, Drew was too timid to tell the other male how he felt, but in that moment, if Evan were there, he would have pounded the handsome man into complete submission with his cock...and even if his roommate made his way back right at the pivotal moment, he wouldn't have stopped.

With just his open palm wrapped around his cock and a messy of thick, sticky seed now covering him and some of his half of the room, he was still a bit self conscious when Abe, his roommate, finally pushed the door open and saw what was going on.

"Dude...could you at least have put a s...sock...on t-the door...?" Abe tried to yell at his roommate, but the words came out all wrong. The sheer amount of cum was a little bewildering for Abe to see, but his shock didn't really set in until he saw the long, curling horns sticking out from Drew's forehead. Much as he felt weird looking, he couldn't help seeing Drew's member, now that it had become so massive, but as it turned out, it wasn't done changing, either. "Uh. Dude. You might want to get that checked out."

Drew could hardly find the words to speak, feeling as embarrassed as he did to be walked in on, but as Abe closed the door behind him, Drew could feel his flesh shifting against the tight grip of his palm. The base of the flesh was turning a darker color than his usual, pale flesh, until it was nearly brown, and it grew even wider than it was before, aided by the flesh moving backward and curving just a little bit.

The tip actually began to shrink just slightly as it curved upward, and then hooked at a tapered tip. The flesh refused to settle until the right shape was found, and though his whole being told him to look away, Abe couldn't respect the privacy of his roommate. He was completely bewildered at the sight, and even tilted his head just to the side as Drew's eight inches came to resemble something closer to a goat, than a human.

"O-okay, I think we need to have a little talk," Abe spoke again, his voice notably panicked as he tossed his book bag down to his bed and tried to keep from going into full on hysteria. He was already confused about why coming back to his dorm room gave him such a powerful erection, but now, his roommate was turning into some kind of a demon before his very eyes, and he had no idea what to do about it. "Did you eat something weird? Did you...did you sleep with someone who had a disease? That shit is not normal, man!"

Drew, on the other hand, wasn't nearly as worried. He was too busy admiring his own cock, gazing upon it with a sense of wonder, as if it actually belonged to somebody else at one time. He found it hard to look away, even as Abe plopped down in front of his computer and began looking up the symptoms of a number of different diseases.

There was nothing in the mortal realm that could possibly cure Drew, however, and though he was still fairly timid, he wasn't thinking about a way to reverse the process.

He was just trying to think of a way that he could sneak outside, despite his changing appearance. He was feeling just confident enough to go talk to Evan, and if he turned out to be half the closet nerd that Drew was, he had a feeling that the changes might actually work out in his favor...