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Pond Scum 2 - Gear Grease Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by anonymous

----EXTREME FETISH WARNING--- ---Proceed at your own risk---

With a gentle roar the shower head began to spray, the droplets falling like a cascade of warm rain on a late summer's day. The first few droplets hit the aqua and white tiles and bounced before settling, more and more joining them until it started forming a lake, the water swirling around before dribbling into a steel grate that took the water away again. The cascade was interrupted as broad, tanned shoulders edged in; an eighteen year old bowing his head as he stepped under the water. The water parted over him, sloshing through chlorine soaked short brown hair, the hairs clumped together in fine strands.

Hands came up to move over his shoulders, rubbing at his very smooth skin, making sure to get all of the chemical off. The water ran in sheets across his fit body, a swimmer's build. His arms, his torso, his legs... All were muscled, but in a very fluid way. As much as Ryan loved the smell of the pool, he didn't want it bleaching or irritating his skin. He finished showering up and turned the water off, watching the droplets run down his abs, collect along his limp shaft and drip from the tip.

Ryan reached over and grabbed his pale blue towel, running it over his head, his shoulders, his back, even his supple ass before he tossed it into the bench. He opened his locker and dug through the contents. He grabbed a fresh pair of teal underwear and slipped them up his smooth legs, the pair he had worn before PE tucked away with his swim trunks. Ryan swayed his hips, loving the feel of clean cotton on his skin. He tugged on his blue jeans and one of his many blue polo shirts. It contrasted with his skin and brought out his tan, his brown hair and blue eyes practically sparkling. He slipped on his watch and glanced at the time before his brow lowered a bit, dismayed.

"That extra set took longer than I thought..." Ryan said, glad that he wasn't late for a class. School had ended during his swimming and the after school programs had started, including his next destination. Ryan pulled his backpack hastily out of the locker. He swung it over his shoulder and shut the locker, heading out of the shower and into the cement foyer. It was a community pool on weekends and evenings, but during the daytime it belonged to his school. Ryan glanced up at the vast metal sign above the sign in area, James Pond High school. He turned and eased the doors open, moving out of the pool building.

Sunlight glittered across the campus, starting its incredibly long descent toward the horizon. It somehow seemed so much more yellow and orange to Ryan as summer vacation approached... but the warm colors complimented the school. Ryan picked up the pace, his sneakers moving from the cement sidewalks around the pool onto the black rubbery track that ringed the football field. Ryan's pace carried him along the track, past the south side of the school and up along the west side. He maneuvered past the art building and tennis courts and then between the parking lot and the cafeteria, approaching the new wing.

Despite having been added over fifty years after the school was built, the outside of the new wing blended in well. The recycled red and brown bricks and white molding blended seamlessly, the windows were the same size... but while the shell was similar, the contents were thankfully much more advanced. Computer sciences classes had been given two computer labs and a hardware lab, the health classes had their own bank of computers, wood shop had been given a massive space with the newest tools... but what Ryan cared most about was Metal shop class, his after school program.

The all American teenager moved along the outside of the building, coming up to where the heavy metal garage like door had been rolled up. Afternoon sunlight spilled across the cement floor as Ryan walked in, looking around in appreciation. The metal shop had been given welders, hoists, recessed working areas with replaceable covers... everything they would need to work on anything from dirt bikes to four by four trucks. The projects of the day classes had been locked up and the after-school project had been brought out and was already under way. Ryan walked along, looking at the various workstations with parts laid out.

Near the door was one of Ryan's good friends, Dae. The Korean teen had several pieces and mechanisms spread across his table, screws and bolts arrayed out neatly, his screwdriver and tools working quickly. Dae was an excellent student and excelled in the fine details. His smooth, clean black hair sloped around his head perfectly, though his bangs were slightly longer on one side, giving an angle across his forehead. It was the most unique hairstyle he had gotten away with his over protective parents. He worse a simple royal blue shirt with teal green dragon shadows meandering across it and black pants.

Ryan continued in, looking over to the welding station they had been given. Sparks skittered across the cement as another student worked on joining more pieces of framework. Ryan came to a stop, looking over the project and the student for a long moment. The project they had chosen, the project the three of them had been working on for so long, was finally taking shape... Scrap pieces had been refurbished and were being welded together, the frame of a classic chopper motorcycle taking shape under the hands of Dustin.

Dustin was not as well known at the school as Ryan or Dae. He had not won swim matches, academic decathlons or any other sort of award. He did not get a lot of band attention either, skating by. Ryan had been skeptical at first but he'd learn to trust Dustin. Dustin finished off his welding and turned off his equipment, lifting the visor and slipping off the gloves. They were the only parts of the protective gear he wore. Dustin had dishwater blond hair that hung part way down his neck but was shorter in front, brown eyes and a few faint freckles. A faint peach fuzz mustache covered his upper lip. Dustin's clothes were a bit more worn than his classmates, a battered pair of blue jeans and faded sneakers. His plain white t-shirt had the sleeves rolled up, the bulge of a pack of cigarettes sticking out of the cloth on his right shoulder.

While Ryan had been skeptical because Dustin had come from a trailer park, Dustin had proved his skepticism unfounded by getting fair grades and being generally brilliant when it came to engines and welding. Apparently he had a lot of practice back in the trailer park. Ryan wasn't about to turn down the expert skills Dustin had. Ryan moved and dropped his bag by his table, making his presence known.

"Hey guys, sorry I am late." Ryan said. Dae looked up and smiled.

"Ryan, how was your swimming?" Dae asked.

"It was fine, I need to work on my times some more though." Ryan said, moving over to the bike frame, grinning. "Nice work Dustin, you really made a lot of progress!" he complimented. Dustin shrugged a bit.

"Well, I cut last class early to get started, but I think I'm going to take a smoke break. You wanna take over?" Dustin asked.

"Dustin, you know that welding takes a hard enough toll on lungs..." Ryan murmured. Dustin's eyes narrowed.

"We've had this talk a dozen times. How about you work on your half while I'm taking my break and you can tell me if you come up with any improvements when I get back." Dustin said, patting the swimmer on the shoulder before he turned and walked out of the metal shop. Dae looked at Ryan with a look betraying the asian boy's mirth that Ryan had tried to curb Dustin's habits yet again. Ryan shrugged.

"Yeah, I know..." He smirked, moving to put on the protective welding gear as Dustin disappeared around the corner. Dustin walked for a ways, heading past the cafeteria and away from the parking lot, taking a right in the path between the two large tennis courts. The campus had emptied out right after the end of school, even security had dropped down to a single person... but Dustin couldn't shake old habits and there was only one ideal place to smoke, the foot path that ran under the railroad tracks that bordered campus. Dustin turned and walked down the path, falling out of view from school. The shadow of the hillside fell across him as he turned, moving into the trapezoidal tunnel moving through the hill.

Dustin moved into the shelter of the small tunnel, putting his back to the cool cement. He extracted his pack of cigarettes from the sleeve of his shirt, the red and white package rattling with his few remaining ones. He opened the lid and extracted one, his fingers sliding over the length with a practiced hand. The tan filter was slipped between his lips and a lighter was whipped out, a flame erupting from the end. The trailer park boy brought the lighter back and forth over the end of his cigarette as he inhaled, the end glowing as he drew in. The hot, unique smoke slipped into his lungs, curling around as the relaxing feeling began seeping into his blood... though another smell was throwing off the smoke, a sort of wet and grimy scent tainting the tunnel. Dustin had gotten used to that during the rainy season, the tunnel caught all sorts of bad smells. Dustin exhaled, smoke pouring from his lips before he took another puff, his eyes shut in relaxation.

"Got a light?" Came a silky voice that nearly made Dustin jump out of his shoes in surprise. He turned to see who had asked the question, nearly falling over in shock again when he saw who had asked. Standing before Dustin was another young man, the likes of which had never before graced Pond High School. The teen seemed seventeen or eighteen, his hair a greasy brown-black color that looked like it would cascade over his head smoothly if it had been cleaner. His bangs hung half over his eyes, the hair feathering out along the nape of his neck. A strip of facial hair ran down from his bottom lip to the base of his chin, the black hair contrasting with the glistening silver ring in his right nostril. His lips were covered in a brownish black lipstick, giving him an unearthly look.

He was wearing a long sleeve grey shirt beneath a short sleeve black button up shirt connected together with only one button in the center. One side of his over shirt was pierced by thirteen safety pins in two columns, almost like some perverted form of military rank. The other side had a pocket with two safety pins and diamond shaped studs. Two silver necklaces hung around his neck, a chain with handcuff pendants and another with an upside down cross pendant. A loose brown ringlet stud belt hung through his sagging black pants, serving no purpose but to contrast colors. Battered black shoes hugged his feet, black and red striped socks visible between the cuff of his pants and his shoes. Dustin finished looking the newcomer over before he realized he had been asked a question.

"Um, what?" Dustin murmured. The other boy cracked a grin, his teeth yellowed, probably from nicotine.

"A light? Lighter?" The man asked. Dustin lifted his up, offering it to the boy. He moved over appreciatively, taking the lighter in his hand. Dustin watched his painted black nails bring a cigarette with a dark brown filter to his lips, a matching hand flick the lighter on. He took a drag and then exhaled, a thick cloud billowing out. It swirled around Dustin, the scent incredibly strong and sour, causing him to cough a bit. He waved at the cloud, laughing.

"Dude, that stuff smells like ass..." Dustin said. The boy laughed.

"Second hand smoke maybe, the first hand is great. You want a puff?" He asked. Dustin shrugged before he reached over to take the cigarette from the kid, bringing it to his lips. He took a big drag, the smell moving down into his lungs. At first Dustin thought he would vomit from the sour scent but beneath it was something far more pleasant; a nutty, earthy, musky sort of scent. Dustin's back fell against the wall and he stood there, puffing away. The smoke left his lips, faintly brown as it moved around his head.

"If you like it I'll finish your old one." The boy offered. Dustin looked down, realizing he still had his first cigarette in his hand. He offered it to the goth and the boy took it, puffing on it.

"I like it." Dustin said, as if to clarify, "Never thought a cigarette could have such a unique flavor."

"Well... I love unique flavors. I'm Max." The goth boy smiled.

"Dustin." He said, offering his hand. Max reached out and took it, giving it a squeeze. Dustin was a bit surprised at the touch; the kid's hand was a bit slick, as if there was an invisible sheen on his skin. Still, it was the best cigarette of his life and he kept puffing. He exhaled again, the flavor of the earthy cigarette clinging to his mouth, his teeth yellowing more.

"Do you know where the metal shop is? I was on my way there but decided to take a smoke break first." Max said.

"Yeah, I know right where it is, I just came from there." Dustin said. Max grinned.

"Are you in the after-school program?" Max asked. Dustin nodded.

"We're working on a hog." Dustin said.

"Hog?" Max grinned.

"Street hog, a chopper, motorbike." Dustin said. Max nodded.

"Sounds great, manly. I signed up for the program, hopefully I can help out." Max said. Dustin grinned.

"If you keep bringing these cigs or tell me where to get them, you'll be helping out fine." Dustin said. Max grinned, taking another puff as he watched the trailer park boy inhale the smoke deep.

***

Ryan and Dae moved, looping their arms under the half built frame, making sure they were spread out enough to distribute the weight. Ryan looked to Dae and nodded.

"Alright... One, two, three-" He said. The two hoisted the frame up in unison and walked together, moving to slide it into the storage locker big enough to hold a car if needed. They slipped the frame in before lowering it down onto a tarp. They turned and emerged in time to see Dustin and Max enter. Ryan's eyes widened in surprise. He'd never seen a goth at their school before. Dustin looked over, grinning.

"Dae, Ryan, this is Max. He just joined our program." Dustin said.

"Nice to meet you, sorry I'm a bit late." Max said.

"It's fine, the more the merrier." Dae said, excited to see someone else with at least some Asian heritage. He moved and shook Max's hand. Ryan bowed his head.

"You have any experience with engines?" Ryan asked.

"Oh trust me, I'm a grease demon. I've got plenty of experience." Max said.

"I always heard the term grease monkey." Dae said, intrigued.

"Must be different where I'm from." Max smiled.

"Well, we were just wrapping up for the day but we can catch you up to where we are tomorrow, it was good to meet you though." Ryan said, his sportsmanship training guiding him to be polite even despite his hesitations.

"Yeah, it was great to meet you all." Max agreed.

"I'll take care of locking up." Ryan said.

"Yeah, I gotta get back home." Dustin said, "See you all tomorrow." He said, moving to get his stuff. Dae looked to Ryan.

"I am going to use the restroom before I go home." He said.

"Hey, that sounds like a good idea. I'm still getting used to the school, can you show me where the nearest one is?" Max asked. Dae nodded.

"Sure." He said, waving Max on. Ryan watched the two go. Dae moved out into the hall, Max close behind. Dae would have made conversation but he had to go to the bathroom pretty bad. Max followed a bit behind, running his hand across the row of lockers as he walked. Each one he touched seemed to gain a bit of metal fatigue before the scents inside began spilling out, vastly enhanced. The hallway was filling with the scent of sneakers, gym shorts, sweat and puberty and rubber. Dae shivered a bit, wondering how the smell from the gym had made it all the way to the other side of the school. He glanced back to Max, smiling.

"This is the closest bathroom." Dae said, moving inside. Max followed, glancing around. It was a fairly standard design... Tan and brown tiles, rows of urinals, several stalls, a mirror... But instead of a row of sinks, the center of the bathroom had one communal sink. It looked almost like a fountain with a wide basin the size of a cafeteria table, a long column rising up in the middle. A foot ring ran around the base that could be stepped on to turn on the water. Max hadn't seen that design in a long time.

Dae had moved over to one of the urinals and unzipped his fly, withdrawing his member. He relaxed is bladder and sighed gently as he released. Clear, faintly yellow piss sprayed out into the porcelain, washing around. Max wanted nothing more to be savoring the innocent boy's juice but... it was time to create his first acolyte. Max reached into his pocket and slowly pulled out a strange object made of black leather. He unfolded it, looking down. It resembled a face mask in shape, like the masks many doctors wore or Japanese wore to protect against colds... but it was far from that in construction. The black leather had four small silver-studded straps slipped through rectangular buckles on each cheek. Long black straps slipped back from the mask itself to go around the head.

Max turned the mask over, looking at the inside. It was filled with a spongy, thick material that was as black as the outside. Max reached down and unzipped his black pants, his manhood pushing out... though it was far from normal. The base was covered in a furry black sheath, the plump balls just as fuzzy. Max bore down and thick, feral yellow sperm began leaking from his shaft, splattering on the inside of the mask. The spongy material rippled, all of the old scents and liquids reactivated, the smell of piss and cum and shit... Every foul odor that humans could make. Max lifted the mask up, looking at it... and then Dae.

Dae was just finishing up, shaking his cock to get the last droplets off. A shadow fell across him as Max reached around. Dae leapt back to get away from whatever was being put in front of his face but his back only slammed into Max's chest. Max pulled the mask over Dae's head, strapping it around the skull, trapping a fair amount of hair while more fell over the banding. Dae tried to hold his breath, feeling the soft, slick, gooey interior of the mask pushing against his cheeks, his chin, his lips. He pulled at the mask, trying to pull it from his face, struggling to find where the bands clasped. Despite his efforts to hold his breath, the startling moment of the mask being put on and the struggle to get it back off took their toll. Dae's mouth parted as he involuntarily gasped for breath, but all he was met with was the stench of shit, cum flooding into his lungs just before a flood of liquid followed. Dae had to stop breathing to keep from getting it in his lungs, the cum stopping in his mouth, resting on his tongue and saturating his teeth.

Dae shuddered and suddenly fell roughly to his knees, shuddering. Dae's mind was flooding with the taste of rancid cum and piss, his taste buds shifting. He knew his dilemma, he couldn't take a breath without dealing with the fluid in his mouth... but again the pressure came in his lungs. Max watched in glee as Dae's adam's apple bobbed, the boy gulping down the goo before taking a breath, then another and another. His chest rose and fell as he got used to the scent, the tastes. Slowly Dae's pants shifted, a bulge forming as his manhood grew erect. Dae was panting through the mask before he looked at Max with a strange expression of curiosity, of wonder, of confusion.

Max moved forward, reaching around Dae's head. He popped the clasp and peeled the mask from Dae's face. Strings of cum stuck to the boy's skin, his tongue hanging out of his mouth... but it was not the mouth that it had been moments before. A thin and wispy black mustache stretched over his upper lip, a scruff of black hairs hanging from the tip of his chin. His former pristine white teeth were now jagged and sharp, yellowed and mangled. His tongue was abnormally long and the saliva in his teeth was thick and syrupy.

"Very good... Did you like that?" Max asked, reaching to play with Dae's hair, inadvertently smearing some slime into it. Dae nodded.

"Very much... Can I have some more?" He asked softly. Max shook his head.

"That will have to wait, but soon enough. Now, go home and get plenty of rest. Don't let your parents see how cool you've become if you can help it." Max said. Dae nodded, scrambling to his feet. The boy eagerly headed out of the bathroom, happy to do whatever Max said. Max watched the boy leave, the bathroom door sliding shut. Max looked around, deciding to prepare some surprises for the students that would have to use the room the next day.

***

The garage door to the machine shop rumbled open as Ryan ducked underneath it before it had slid up all the way, moving inside. The typically delightful afternoon light had been blocked by a freak storm. Grey clouds edged in orange billowed across the sky, casting a strange glow across the high school. The winds were picking up but it was still hot and humid, a terrible combination. Ryan turned and shut the garage door again, trying to keep the nicer air inside. He turned and glanced around to see what the other students had gotten up to.

The motorcycle frame and several other pieces had been brought out onto a wide tarp where Dae used the air compressor to spray fresh bronze paint in smooth, even strokes. There wasn't anything particularly unusual about that, though the mask he on was quite eccentric. Ryan caught himself staring at the black studded mask, wondering if it was some new type he had never seen before.

"Hey, welcome to the party dude. Want a shake?" Dustin called over. Ryan turned, spotting Max and Dustin sitting on the top of their desks, each with a large cup in hand. Dustin sipped at the brim of his cup, watching Ryan over the top. Max gave a draw from the straw, the dark contents slipping up and going into his mouth. Ryan moved over, realizing what a good idea a shake might be.

"Is it chocolate?" Ryan asked. Max smiled.

"Not quite." He answered. Ryan plunged a straw into the third shake and brought it to his lips, taking a draw. The brown sludge slipped up and moved onto his tongue. Ryan's face looked green for a moment before he dropped the cup, spitting out wildly, coughing and gagging. He bent over, nearly puking. He retched a few times before he looked back up.

"Dude, you trying to punk me? That tasted like shit!" Ryan said, groaning.

"It's not a trick dude, it's got all sorts of minerals and stuff... Go green and all that." Dustin said. It was a mere façade; he had never cared much for going green. He looked at Ryan with a grin, "If you don't want it, can I have it? Dae wouldn't share any of his." he asked. Ryan looked at his classmate as if he was insane for a long moment before he gently nodded. Dustin grinned, picking up the other cup. He popped the lid off and tipped it back, the sludge spilling into his mouth and across his lip. Ryan felt his stomach convulse and he turned around before he threw up.

"I'm going to try and help Dae out..." He muttered, fending off being sick. Dae looked up as Ryan approached, his eyes showing that he was smiling even though his lips were covered. Ryan bowed his head to Dae, "That's a pretty neat mask. Is it new?" He asked. Dae nodded. Ryan looked at the frame, "Need any help? Need me to take a turn?" he asked. Dae looked at the other boys and then back to Ryan before nodding. Ryan moved to grab his own mask but he felt Dae's hand on his shoulder.

"Here, use mine, you'll love it." Dae said. Before Ryan had even turned around, the mask was brought around the swimmer's face. Ryan made the mistake of thinking Dae was helping him put on the unusual new mask and didn't try to get away until he saw thick drops of putrid yellow slime dripping from the bottom. Ryan reached up to push the mask away but Dae pulled harder, tugging it around Ryan's face. Ryan grabbed at it, trying to get his fingers under the edge of the straps before Dae synched it up tight. Ryan looked around at Max and Dustin but they were actually watching. Ryan didn't understand what was going on. None of it made any sense. Ryan stood up and moved over to the table, picking up a pick. He tried prying it under the strap but even it wouldn't budge. He turned back, looking at Dae, only to be surprised.

Dae looked vastly different than he had the day before... He had a mustache, a bit of a goatee, gangly teeth... Even his hair seemed longer, greasy, wilder. Dae looked less like a Korean and more like a Mongolian conqueror of old. While Ryan was busy dissecting the changes of his friend, he forgot to focus on his breathing and he accidentally let out enough air that he had to replace it. He inhaled sharply and the scent of rancid ass invaded his clean, healthy lungs. Ryan grabbed at his throat, feeling as if he was choking. His head spun and he exhaled the stench to get rid of it, only having to breath in more a moment later. Each breath made him feel dirtier and dizzier until he wobbled and fell to the ground, panting through the mask. Dae looked back into the others in concern, watching Dustin pull a black pack of cigarettes out of the rolled up sleeve of his shirt.

"Is he going to be okay?" Dae asked. Max nodded.

"Once he stops fighting. Come have a smoke with us." Max said. Dae grinned, moving over. He hopped up onto one of the desks, taking the cigarette that Dustin handed him. He held it reverently, never having smoked before... though it felt like he had been for years. It slipped between his lips and the lighter was brought up, waving back and forth as he took a drag. The hot smoke filled his lungs, his chest swelling a bit. Despite being in a classroom and never smoking before, he was completely confident lighting up, watching Dustin and Max do the same. Soon all three boys were taking drags, exhaling, the cloud spreading out in the room. Dustin looked Dae over up and down before nodding to himself.

"You look like Ghengis Khan dude." Dustin said. Dae grinned, exhaling smoke from his grizzled mouth. Dustin's stomach suddenly growled and he let out a murmur.

"I know I just had two shakes but I'm starving..." He moaned, "What's in them that makes them so good? I thought I was going to hate it at first but I can't get enough."

"It's a special recipe, I made them here. I'll show you if you like." Max offered, taking the last few drags of his cigarette before putting it out. Dustin nodded.

"Sounds good to me." Dustin said, glancing back over to Ryan. The poor swimmer boy was still fighting the influence of the mask. Maybe he would embrace it by the time they got back. Dustin put out his smoke and stood up, stretching a bit. His shirt rode up to reveal his fuzzy belly, slightly rounded. Max moved to head out of the metal shop and Dustin followed, leaving Dae to watch over their captive.

The walk to the bathroom was relatively short. Max moved in first and Dustin followed, though once inside he came to a stop. The bathroom was trashed... The garbage cans were overfilled, wads of wet stained toilet paper plugged up the drains in the floor, puddles of yellow were splattered everywhere. There was food in the sink and indefinable stains everywhere. The only thing that seemed untouched in the chaos was the paper towel dispenser, as if no one had thought to use it. Dustin was a bit shocked, although something was tingling at the back of his mind.

"This shouldn't take long. I'll be right out." Max said, stepping into one of the stalls. He shut the door and slid the lock shut, glancing at the toilet. Despite the array of filth in the bathroom, the toilet only had unused piss staining the bowl yellow. Max had to fix that. He reached up to his shirt and pulled out one of his safety pins, setting it aside before he moved to unfasten his pants and lower them. A darkness surrounded him for a moment as his body started to shift and contort. As Max lowered his pants, his unusual package was revealed once more. His balls were covered in fuzzy black fur, as was the animalistic sheath hugging his cock... but without the charm of what hid his appearance, his cock was changing. It swelled longer, reddish black coloring spilling across it. The black fur from around his balls began spreading out, creeping up his stomach and down his legs. His fingernails throbbed before they sank down into his fingers and reappeared, pushing out of the tip as claws. As the fur began growing across his hips, Max nearly doubled over.

Max's tailbone lifted and pushed away from his body, swelling out longer as it grew and grew... but it wasn't forming just a simple animal tail. The growing wave of black hair slipped over his round, pert ass cheeks and reached the forming extension. The tail suddenly flared out, growing incredibly wide as it was covered in fur. The tail was soon as wide as his hips were, the tail wide and flat. In contrast to the dark fur, two wide, thick streaks of off-white formed on the tail, rushing down to where they joined near the tip. They would have been pristine as fallen snow, but the white had been stained yellow long ago. The tail kept growing longer and longer, the fur luxuriously soft, the entire length soon long enough to drag along the floor... but Max raised it up, the tip hanging above his head. Max grunted in satisfaction.

The transforming boy's ears began pushing into raised, rounded tips and they migrated up a bit, pushing out of his greasy brown-black hair. Black fur sprouted across the flesh, making them seem quite animal in appearance. Max's fingertips throbbed and suddenly turned brown, swelling into small versions of paw pads. A pop suddenly came from his feet as a claw pushed through, then another and another. Soon his shoes were pierced with the wicked claws of a skunk... but his change was not over yet. Max's ass cheeks pushed apart to reveal his tail hole. The dark pucker throbbed and pulsed before it spread out, becoming abnormally large. On either side the scent glands, the stink sacks, formed... ready to spray.

Black fur spilled up from the collar of Max's shirt, climbing up his neck. The fur appeared at the cuff of his shirt a moment later, coating his hands. He was a furry skunk from the neck down, but the fur still advanced. The black fur slipped over his chin, meeting with the strip of facial hair he had there... the hair that soon turned bright white. Two lines of white slipped up his neck as well, apparently continuations of his tail pattern. Max's mouth was ringed by fur, his cheeks, his forehead... His nose suddenly blunted and formed into a small moist triangle, his teeth pushing forward into a bit of a muzzle. Max panted as his changes seemed to subside, but he knew there was still one last detail to emerge. He felt his head pulse and throb. He let out a deep grunt before the skin parted and two short black horns emerged, pointed and sharp.

"Are you alright in there?" Dustin asked from outside, having heard all the grunts. Max smiled to himself.

"I'll be fine; it's just taking me a moment." Max said, sitting down on the toilet, his tail pinned behind him. Max couldn't believe how patient he was being... He had the power to hike his tail and transform an entire classroom, but going one by one with such subtle means... It truly was more enjoyable... but he was ready to accelerate things, and Dustin was the perfect way to do it. Max closed his eyes and bore down. His pucker pulsed before it parted, the head of a particularly moist turd pushing out. Max kept pushing, bearing down. The poop slipped out of him like soft serve. It plunged into the water, spiraling around and building on itself, a bit bloated with trapped gas. It was soft and yet solid, a mix of forbidden textures that humans had denied themselves for centuries.

Max kept shitting, the flow never ending. He was a filth demon after all, he could unleash unholy amounts... and in a way, he was. The piss from the bowl rose up as it was displaced, the shit coming constantly. A thick pile had filled in the bottom of the toilet and rose up like an island around it... and at last there wasn't enough room for the piss to remain. The liquid sloshed over the edges of the bowl, flooding beneath the seat and down the rim. When Max felt the shit pushing back against him he clenched down and stood up, some of the shit smearing across the base of his tail. A thick cloud of methane wafted up from the shit, filling the stall.

Max turned, admiring his work. The toilet bowl was full of shit to the brim, the brown slop the consistency of a frothy pudding. Max sniffed the air, smelling that Dustin was just outside. He would, no doubt, be surprised to see a human shaped skunk, let alone one that was part demon. Max would have to... secure his participation. The demon boy brought his finger behind him, below his tail, trailing a clawed finger tip along his picker to collect a thick glob of shit that lingered. He pulled it back just enough and then bore down. Sickly green skunk spray squirted onto the finger, soaking the shit he held there.

"Oh gawd, what did you eat for lunch?" Dustin grunted, waving his hand in front of his face as the smell got out to him. The stall door unclicked and swung open. Dustin turned to face his classmate only to see a large filthy skunk. Max lunged, finger outstretched. Dustin went to jump but Max grabbed him with his other paw. The trailer park boy struggled but Max had him by the shirt collar. The shit covered finger advanced, pressing just above Dustin's upper lip. The human's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the shit and skunk spray rotted his mind. Max grinned, smearing the shit down one side and then the other, giving him a thick brown shitstache. It only took a moment for the facial fertilizer to take effect as a thick, stained mustache pushed out, the sides stretching all the way down to his jaw in an upside down u. Max looked over Dustin appreciatively before he brought his shitty finger to Dustin's mouth. Dustin's lips parted and he took the shitty finger in, sucking and slurping on it.

"I had what you're about to have..." Max said, reaching out to pet Dustin's greasy hair. He smiled, "You hungry?" he asked. Dustin' eyes came back, refocusing. They were a bit yellowed, the irises a sickly brown. He nodded eagerly, his mind lost to the filth. Max took a step aside and Dustin's eyes fell across the toilet. He lunged forward, falling onto all fours as he scampered into the stall. His hands hastily threw the lid out of the way, leaving the wide, glistening bowl of shit. His fingers curled around the edge and he leaned down. The putrid smell wafted up, ensnaring his essence more and more. Dustin inhaled it deeper and deeper before his lips parted. Saliva dripped down, landing on the shit.

Max watched eagerly as Dustin moved closer, his tongue slipping out from beneath his lips. For a moment the trailer park boy seemed to hang in the either, on the verge of losing himself forever. Then the moment was gone. His tongue plunged into the demonic shit, bringing the goopy brown up into his mouth. It slipped across his teeth and tongue, the teeth growing smaller and sharper. He took another tongue full, then another before he stuffed his face into the shit. He took full mouthfuls in, gulping at it, letting it coat his esophagus and his face. Max unzipped his pants, bringing out his skunk shaft, wrapping his fingers around it as he started to jerk off. It was beginning.

The first change was subtle, easy to miss as it started. Dustin's grip on the toilet bowl tightened as his fingernails pushed out into claws, curving down. His fingers started becoming bonier, thinner, the grip tightening a lot. Soon his claws were scarring up the porcelain. Dustin gulped and slurped at the shit, his skin distorting as wide, wiry whiskers pushed out of his face. They only seemed to compliment the thick stubble and the dark stache he was sporting. Dustin's appetite was boundless but the shit only seemed to foster more growth. Dustin's shoulders bulked out, his stomach swelled. Even his ears were growing flatter, thinner, the pink mixing with black as the flesh flaps seemed to stick out a bit more... but that wasn't all that was sticking out from the boy's head.

Despite the brown shit dripping from Dustin's nose, the flesh beneath had grown a rosy pink. The nose had blunted, the nostrils flared upwards... and then the nose pushed out, growing longer. Dustin's mouth and jaw extended to follow suit, narrowing towards his chin. With each swallow, each lick, Dustin's face was pushing into a muzzle. It stuck out an inch, two, four, seven... Dustin's eyes became darker, rounder, matching his changing face. The stubble covering his cheeks had been getting thicker and softer for some time but now it had bleached to a perfect white where it wasn't stained with shit, the stubble moving up his face. His blond hair had bleached out some, but not to white. It was a thick, soft grey and his hair line was dropping down. His mullet was becoming a pelt as the grey fur spread over his massive shoulders and down his back, racing along his arms. Fur stuck out of the sleeves of his shirt, the collar, and soon his rounding belly. Small pops came as Dustin's shoes were punctured by new claws...

It had taken practically no time for Dustin to be covered from head to toe in fur, but his body wasn't done changing. A terrible ache came from his backside, causing Dustin to lean over more. The awkward angle exposed his but crack, his pants sagging too low. While human tailbones usually were invisible to the naked eye, his had become engorged, separate. As Dustin chowed down, the tailbone began pushing out from the furry body, stretching on its own. Despite its length, the flesh did not gain any fur. It seemed completely normal as far as flesh went... until small seams, tiny little dimpled lines began sinking into the tail. Before long it was corded, looking almost rat like... but not quite. Dustin was far from a rat, and a new tingling on his stomach revealed what he really was becoming.

Dustin's long tongue slurped the toilet as clean was it was going to get before he sat up, grunting happily. With his meal out of the way, Dustin was finally free to pay attention to the strange sensations in his body. He reached down and tugged his shirt up over his rounded belly, noticing a seam was forming in his skin. Curious, Dustin did what any filth drunk teenager turning into some sort of beast would do; he stuck his finger under the seam. The digit was met with a syrupy slimy pouch, a spreading pouch that was growing to encompass a large part of his stomach. He was not a rat; he was a marsupial... an opossum. Dustin's tail coiled in glee before he turned around, his muzzled face quirking. He turned and scampered toward Max, eager to thank his master, but before he could get there the bathroom door opened.

Dae walked in a little awkwardly, face flushed. His pants were already unzipped as if he'd been too impatient to wait until he was in the bathroom. No doubt he had to piss hard after such a long day of Max's influence. Despite the shit shakes, the stink mask and demonic smokes, Dae was still largely human. He skidded to a stop in terror at seeing a giant skunk and possum in the bathroom. His mouth screwed into an expression that seemed like he was trying to gear up to scream if he could only summon enough energy and will. Max was not going to give him the chance. Max turned, the skunk tail raising high before he bore down. The glands on either side of his pucker pulsed and then a thick, foul, oily yellowish-green spray shot out.

The cloud of skunk spray splattered Dae's face and chest first, soaking into his shirt, his skin, his hair and his mouth. Droplets ran down his skin, giving it a sickly greenish brown tinge. Dae coughed and sputtered, his mouth stuck open as the burning stink filled his mouth and lungs. The skunk spray dripped from the hair on his chin, his elbows... and even his cock. Max grinned, squeezing down harder, coating that shaft with the foulest smell his body could make. Dae would never be able to get that stink off of himself for the rest of his life...

Dae fell forward to his knees, unable to remain standing between the sensations and the stink. His hands moved to grab at his oily cock, massaging the stink into it. The flesh was already throbbing, the smell so strong that he couldn't think anymore. Dae squeezed and tugged on his length, starting to assault it. Each stroke, each rub only massaged the skunk spray in deeper... and each tug, each rub was squeezing the member longer, thicker, and larger. The skunk spray had created a strange discoloration.

The skunk spray had cast a greenish brown hue to Dae's fair skin, but where the spray collected on his cock and hands the discoloration had continued until his hard shaft, his hands and forearms were nearly black. Even Dae's swelling balls had turned black. Max walked over, watching the Asian boy jerk himself off. He waved Dustin over and the possum obeyed, the two standing over the feverishly masturbating teenager. Max wrapped a black paw around his dark shaft, aimed... and released. Deep yellow piss sprayed out, spilling over dae's shoulder. He shuddered and cooed, looking up in surprise. Dustin saw his inquisitive face and lost it, his torrent of urine coming out without restraint. It splashed all across Dae's face before his mouth opened and he accepted the piss, gulping it down.

The golden shower washed over Dae but it did nothing to make him cleaner. The acrid piss made his skin tougher as the invisible hairs that coated him turned khaki brown and began getting thicker. It started on his chest, his back, his arms... It spread out from there. While most of Dae's new coat of fur was becoming a light tan brown, several spots were forming that were nearly black. The shaft in his hand stretched longer, the small mushroom shaped head pushing into a long, proud point. Veins bulged out across the length as the base began to swell. Dae's lips parted in another grunt of satisfaction, his teeth having pushed into wicked fangs.

The acrid piss seemed to eat through Dae's shirt, etching away the fabric before it fell in tatters to the ground. What was revealed beneath was a broad, muscled, furry chest. The fur on Dae's chest was lighter than the rest of his body. His dissolving pants revealed that his feet and ankles had turned to the same blackish brown of his hands and cock, giving him a nice symmetry. While his body was turning out quite nice, Dae was only interested on his self pleasure. Even while he stroked, his black hands developed aw pads as claws pushed from his fingertips. His oily black hair spilled down the back of his neck and even his back, working into a bit of a mane... a mane that was soon framed as two furry pointed ears rose to the top of the boy's head.

Dae groaned as the bones in his jaw started to stretch and change for the first time noticeably in his life. His nose turned black, growing moist and flattening as Dae's face began extending. It was on the edge of painful but Dae pushed through it, panting as his rough tongue hung out of his mouth. Dae's muzzle pushed out more nad more from his face, claiming more of his humanity. It was then that Dustin and Max noticed the growing mass beneath Dae, trapped between his legs. The human's tailbone must have started growing before they paid attention, the fur sprouting out and spreading from it until Dae had a luxurious, piss soaked tail. Wild, animal eyes suddenly looked up at Max and Dustin, the hand coming to a stop. Max grinned, reaching down to pet Dae's head.

"What a good Hyena you are... You know that your seed will be useful for changing Ryan, don't you?" Max asked. Dae's canine head nodded eagerly. Max made several more affectionate sounds, petting the boy's head. The tail trapped beneath him thumped and tapped in a desperate attempt to wag. Max offered Dae a skunk paw and Dustin soon offered him an opossum one. Dae accepted both and was pulled to his feet. Dae leaned in close to Max, licking at his neck gently.

"What now master?" Dae asked gently. Max grinned.

"Now we go welcome Ryan to our group." Max said, moving to tug the bathroom door open and head out. Dae and Dustin were close behind.

***

Ryan squirmed and writhed on the ground, still trying to hold his breath as much as he could. The others had gone, he had attempted escape, but every foot he got towards the door seemed to make the smell in the mask stronger, the gas building up until it pushed forcefully into his lungs. Ryan crawled along the floor, the mask too noxious for him to have the strength to stand up... but after several minutes he had made it to the door. His hand stretched up, reaching for the knob. The swimmer's fingers managed to clutch and grasp at the knob before he felt it turn under his hand. The door swung open, narrowly missing Ryan. Ryan cringed, his heart sinking. His escape had failed. Ryan opened his eyes again, seeing furry black paws step next to him. Ryan looked up, shock filling him as he gazed at a giant horned skunk.

"Well, he's still got some spirit left in him. There's only one thing to do, we'll have to raise him like one of our own." Max said, gesturing to the hyena that was Dae. Dae and Max slipped their arms under Ryan's arms, lifting the swimmer up. Dustin moved out into the center of the classroom, slipping his shirt off. Max and Dae advanced, Ryan's feet dragging on the floor. Ryan tried to put up a fight, tried to struggle but the green gas wafted out of the tiny holes in the mask, flooding him with the scent. His eyes watered, his body was soaked with sweat.

Dustin leaned back against one of the desks, sliding down to the ground. Wearing only his pants, his furry white chest and belly were visible. He ran his clawed fingers along his pouch, pulling it open. The flesh inside was soaked with yellow slime, stringy and thick. Dustin kept tugging and tugging, revealing how truly large it had gotten. Ryan's struggles stopped as he merely tried to understand what was happening. Dae let go of Ryan and Max moved to hold him. Dae unclasped the mask and pulled it off. Thick wads of pent up yellow slime rushed out as the seal of the mask was broken, dripping from Ryan's chin. His face was covered in grizzled brown stubble, his teeth rough and pointy, save for his now bucked front teeth. His nose was a bit longer. Ryan spit some of the slop out of his mouth, gasping for the first fresh breath in almost an hour.

"What are you? Why are you doing this?" Ryan panted. Max smiled, leaning in to nuzzle his neck.

"I'm the future." Max said before he lifted Ryan up off the ground. Ryan tried to kick and slam his body against the skunk, anything to get free. Dae grabbed Ryan's legs, forcing them tight together while Dustin kept his pouch open.

"NO!!" Ryan screamed in shock as he was lowered toward Dustin's gaping pouch. His pleas fell on deaf ears. His squirming feet slipped into the pouch, the shoes moving about... But the smell of melting rubber began filling the air. The shoes sizzled and dissolved to nothingness in the yellow slime, revealing his sock covered feet. Max kept lowering Ryan, Dae keeping his legs trapped together, feeding more and more in. Ryan kept squirming, though it was getting harder as the hot slop coated his legs and made them tingle in such relaxation. His pants sizzled and were eaten away, his smooth legs coated in the slime. There was a moment of resistance as Ryan almost felt like stubble was forming on his legs... but then it was even smoother. Ryan groaned as he realized why, his legs were getting hairy... and the hair was as smooth as fur.

Ryan grunted suddenly as he was shoved down more and turned. Ryan's knees slipped into the pouch as it bloated out and he fell forward, sliding down waist deep. Ryan fell against Dustin's furry chest roughly, yellow slime squelching out around his waist as it ate through the rest of his pants and even his underwear. Ryan's manhood was unleashed, slipping through the slime, feeling the heat of another body. Ryan squirmed, trying in vain to fight his urges. Blood was already rushing into his cock, making it harder. Ryan turned to look at Dustin, wondering if that was his future. Dustin leaned forward, his possum muzzle parting as he licked over Ryan's face with a great sense of care.

He wasn't sure why, but the licking reassured Ryan and he relaxed more. He leaned forward, the pouch slipping up his ribs. Dae moved, feeding the swimmer's arms into the flap of flesh, taking a paw full of slime to rub over Ryan's shoulders as he slipped down more. Dustin squeaked happily, feeling so full, so right. He was stuck on the floor, his pouch bulging out large enough to hold an adult student. It was as if he was extremely pregnant in a way. Ryan looked around at the hyena, the skunk, the possum... Was he destined to become one of them? They seemed so happy... Maybe... it wouldn't be so bad.

Max stepped forward, putting a hand on the back of Ryan's short, clean brown hair. He was a bit disgusted by how clean and even it was, but that would be fixed soon enough. Max pushed Ryan down toward the pouch, watching. Ryan murmured before taking a deep breath. He closed his eyes and felt the pouch closing around him. The seam of the flesh squeezed around his shoulders, his neck, then his head. It crept up his cheeks, across his ears, his hair getting soaked with slime before suddenly it closed. Darkness and warmth surrounded him all over. Ryan relaxed, letting his muscles go slack as he moved to nuzzle Dustin's stomach. A moment later he felt clawed hands massaging him through the pouch.

Dustin sat on the floor, legs wide, his belly so big it practically reached his knees. His hands circled around, massaging the boy inside. Dustin's whiskers twitched and Max grinned happily, leaning down to reach out and massage the bulge as well. Inside Ryan was maturing, changing, shifting. They watched the bulge grow a bit bigger, a slight dent of a hard cock poking out... but then along the curve that was no doubt his back, there was a new mass. It pushed out small at first before snaking out, spiraling around. The coils grew into a fair mass before Dae realized Ryan had grown a tail.

The mass inside bulged and swelled, throbbing and squirming before Dustin gasped. It was time. Max grinned, nodding. Dustin moved, running his claws along the seam. A gush of greenish yellow slime rushed out before the form inside moved. A long, narrow muzzle covered in black fir emerged, whiskers twitching as a nose sniffed the air. Clawed, bony hands emerged and grabbed at the pouch as a giant black rat began pulling himself out. His ears were similar to Dustin's, his body covered in thick fur. Ryan climbed out of the pouch, moving to grab at a desk and slip out. Dustin watched in appreciation as the rat's long, grey shaft popped out, dripping its own slime. Ryan's corded cock slipped out before his hind legs practically sprung out, the rat landing on the floor. He looked around, nose quirking before he lunged forward, pushing his muzzle into Dae's groin. His rat tongue emerged, licking at his canine cock before he moved to do the same to Max, finally turning.

Dustin squeaked in surprise as the rat pushed muzzle to muzzle with him. His lips parted and their tongues worked together, clawed hands moving to grope and rub each other. Ryan settled on Dustin's groin, humping against him as they kissed. Ryan humped desperately, kissing wildly. Max and Dae grinned, moving over. Both of them wrapped their hands around their shaft, stroking back and forth wildly, working themselves to a frenzy before Dae howled. Their cocks pulsed and thick ropes of feral yellow sperm sprayed over Ryan, baptizing him fully into their filthy brood. Ryan squeaked happily, feeling wonderful with the cum on him, but what he wanted even more was cum in him. He broke the kiss, moving to push his muzzle around Dustin's hard cock, sucking eagerly. All traces of the clean boy he had been were gone.

Dustin's claws tangled in the rat's dark fur, trapping his head to his cock, pushing him up and down like a sex toy. He thrusted back and forth, using Ryan's throat like a sleeve before his back arched and his muscles flexed. Dustin's cock pulsed, sending his rancid cum into Ryan's hungry belly. He came for several long moments before going limp. Ryan kept sucking even after Dustin's cock stopped cumming, wrapping his rat tail around the possum. Max moved to sit at Dustin's side. Dae moved to settle at the other side, the four close together. Dae looked in a happy faze and Dustin was I his own happy world with Ryan. Max smiled, taking a deep breath before sighing in contentment. He lifted his hand and held it outward, his hand glowing gently.

A deep rumbling began moving through the school, rattling every sink and every drinking fountain, every shower and every toilet, every urinal. Every faucet let out a rush of brownish green slime, sputtering out bubbles of methane and the stink of shit. The school was becoming a weapon of demonic infection and it would be so easy to trap the students the next day. Pond High School would overflow with the scum of hell, ready to taint the entire world... just as Max learned from those that came before him. It would be truly amazing, and oh so much fun.