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There was a lot to like about attending a prestigious institution like Quarterlin University. Its acclaim was second to none - all you had to do was name-drop it and people would treat you differently. It boasted of a monumental level of success among its graduates in the high-power and high-earning fields of employment than many could only wish they could reach. Being part of that elite group was a good way to change one’s fortunes for the better, and there weren’t that many who got to be a part of that.

There were also things to dislike about it. But there was one that stood out in particular: the price.

Trevor Jameson couldn’t pass up the opportunity when he was accepted. For someone with his ambitions, it was basically as good as you could get - he wanted to go into business, ideally in the financial sector somewhere, but he was open to other ideas that might develop as he dove into that education. Having the credentials of a Quarterlin degree was the best advantage he could get, and he’d had to bust his butt to get them in the first place. The day he saw that acceptance letter was the happiest he’d been in a long time…but that happiness soon ran into a roadblock of reality. The acceptance didn’t come with a scholarship offer, and his family, while not impoverished, wasn’t swimming in free money. And while the idea of drowning in debt to attend was something Trevor would have absolutely been willing to endure for the payoff, the loan office was pressuring him to go to one of the other schools that had accepted him, one of the public universities that had a far lower tuition rate so they didn’t have to shell out nearly so much money for him - their counterplay to new rules that limited their return on investment. Trevor didn’t want to do that, he was sure there was nothing wrong with those universities but they just didn’t have the clout that Quarterlin did.

So it was a bit of a bind. The loan servicers might not give him enough, saying he could have gone elsewhere on what he could get, and while he was quite studious and had a good record it wasn’t enough for a scholarship. Even if he started there, there was a good chance he wouldn’t have enough to last all the way through. Feeling his dream slipping through his fingers, he wrote to Quarterlin’s admissions and finance departments, pleading with them for anything that he could do that could help him - he professed that he was pretty much willing to do everything within the law, and privately he wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t be willing to stretch past those boundaries.

He hadn’t expected the offer that had been extended to him - nor the source of it. But seeing what the payoff was - tuition and board and study materials covered for the year where he was in service, plus regular pay, plus unspecified ‘extras’ - Trevor knew he had to take it, no matter how unorthodox it was. His parents had been skeptical, but in the end Trevor was the one who got to decide this for himself, and they were willing to support him.

Which was why he was currently sitting in a university clinic room, entirely naked by the doctor’s request, somewhat nervous but determined as he waited for the doctor to come in. It was a couple weeks before the semester actually started, some students had already moved in (or were still there from summer terms) but the dorms were still fairly empty for the most part; he’d had a couple days to get to know some people but he was still fairly out of place. In some ways, he was going to be even more out of place once this was all on, but that was just how it was going to go. He just kept reminding himself that this was going to be worth it in the end - this was a full year of his studies covered, a year for him to make other arrangements for the rest of his degree at the very least, enough to get him established. He could handle anything he needed to handle for that amount of time, surely.

The door opened, and in walked the doctor - Dr. Ingrid Dixtinser, that was her name, he remembered from the appointment card. She had a somewhat androgynous appearance, relatively short-cut raven-black hair, glasses over hazel eyes, a narrow face, and an even-figured body well-covered by the medical coat, and she was carrying a tray with a few implements on it that Trevor couldn’t see right off. “Good to see you, Trevor. I trust you’re getting settled in the Quarterlin dorms?” Her tone was businesslike, it was clear that the small talk was more obligation than general concern, but Trevor guessed that she knew that wasn’t really on his mind at the moment.

“Yeah, I think so…it’s only been a couple days.”

“A good start is a good start. Now then…” Dr. Dixtinser set down the tray, and now Trevor could see the injectors and ampoules laid on it. Unusual liquids within them, one an odd metallic color and the other an off-colored yellow. “You’re currently healthy? No symptoms of any infectious diseases or anything since you’ve arrived?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Good, good. All the same, give me a moment.” Trevor watched the doctor’s eyes scrutinize his body, presumably looking for anything out of place. Trevor was hopeful she wouldn’t find anything, he really didn’t want to delay this, particularly considering he was supposed to start working soon. He made sure she could see everything, even if certain parts of him were a bit awkward to put on display - this was a doctor, he reminded himself, she was a professional and she certainly was keeping up that impression. In his own eyes, he wasn’t much to look at - a touch over six feet in height with a very average build, if healthy and trim - he was no athlete but liked to exercise, and he knew that was a good thing for staying healthy; his brown hair was slightly long and unkempt, hard to keep tame as he often had to fight to keep it out of his gray eyes; he had a round, somewhat boyish face that a lot of the students back in his high school said made him look ‘boy-band handsome,’ though that didn’t translate to actual dates, not that he’d really been pressing. He reddened a bit as he saw the doctor’s eyes trend lower, squirming just a little despite his best efforts - he wasn’t exactly embarrassed by what he was packing, it was a touch longer than what he’d heard touted as ‘average’ though not by enough that he’d be crowing about it, but that wasn’t reflected in its current flaccid state. Professional, professional, professional, she’s not judging your dick size, she’s here for a specific purpose.

Eventually Dr. Dixtinser seemed satisfied. “All right, I don’t see any cause for concern. All indications are that we can proceed today. Now, I know you’ve been briefed on what’s going to happen here today more than a few times, but it has been my experience that some people can hear something a hundred times and still be more than capable of cluelessness. That’s why it’s my policy to have YOU tell ME what’s going to happen, so that I can be sure that you clearly understand what you’re getting into. Don’t worry about not getting every little detail, the main points are what matters.”

He hadn’t been expecting a quiz, but Trevor understood the logic - this was basically the test to make sure he REALLY knew what was happening. “I, uh…I agreed to a proposal by the Quarterlin Athletic Department to take on the role of Zidane Zebra, the mascot for Quarterlin University. And…I’m going to be doing this by…actually transforming into a zebra anthroid. You’re going to inject me with a, uh…nanitic agent which is going to turn me into this zebra anthroid over the course of several days, and I won’t be turning back until the end of the school year.”

It was kind of amazing he could say that all with a straight face - it sounded like something right out of science fiction. But it was very real, if still very limited. The technology to completely alter one’s physical structure…it was still in its early days, but it definitely worked, as a few could and did very publicly attest. However, it was also prohibitively expensive - not just anyone could get their hands in the technology, and it would be quite a while before that happened. There were essentially two classes of people who used it…the first were those obscenely wealthy people who wanted to adjust their image to fit something they found desirable. Remarkably few overhauled themselves entirely, usually it was just details like height or weight or muscle mass, the latter of which was one of those things that wasn’t necessarily enduring so was most often used by those who intended to keep it up. Mostly predictable on that front.

The other use, though…it was essentially marketing, when one got down to the base of it. Richer schools and bigger businesses wanting to put a face to their company that was more unique, or which had been representing them for a long time in other ways, were hiring people to straight up ‘become’ their mascots. Obviously, this wasn’t a full identity change - the nanites could change one physically but not one’s memories or personality, beyond tweaks that came with a body adjustment, and in a rare event the law had gotten out ahead of things and banned any sort of mental or psychological manipulation of someone using this tech to actually alter their identity. How much the law was going to be adhered to was anyone’s guess, but it seemed most didn’t have the interest anyway - it wasn’t needed to accomplish the goals these groups had, which were basically getting their mascots out there on the field or at public events or in TV ads. Anyone who could act worth a damn would do.

But it was that aspect which had given rise to the thing that had the REAL interest of some people: Anthroids. Quite a few of the companies and schools used mascots with animal motifs, and the nanites, it turned out, weren’t limited to just altering details about the human form - they were capable of constructing physical bodies that looked like thoroughly synthesized hybrids of humans and animals. In lay terms, one heard the term furry or anthro thrown around more, but the technical term they had been given were ‘anthroids’, alluding to the somewhat artificial nature of their creation, distinguished from ‘humanoids’ by their appearance being less like humans and more like animals. Some people were VERY interested in this aspect of the technology, for obvious reasons; Trevor had never been among this crowd, but he knew that a lot of those who took roles like that did so because they were, and made it part of the stipulation that they would get to take their ‘preferred’ form once they were done with their job.

Anthroids were in a weird position in the world. As far as the law was concerned, they were equivalent to ‘human’ for most general intents and purposes - no one was escaping legal liability by claiming they weren’t really people, whether they were the criminals or the victims. But there were a few unusual niches carved out for them, like the fact that technically they weren’t required to wear anything - and most tended not to unless it was necessary, as clothes weren’t specifically designed for them. Those who did generally wore them only in their roles, and not outside of them. Which could lead to a bit of awkwardness in some cases, as wearing nothing did not mean that nothing was showing…Trevor was acutely aware that, as ‘Zidane Zebra’, there was a good chance he’d have some VERY visible stuff going on. Not on the field or at official events, he would have specially-tailored athletic wear for that, but he’d been advised that his casual wardrobe would be a no-go, and he’d likely have a wait to even get something that COULD cover him, since he wouldn’t know his dimensions until the transformation had finished. And to hear plenty tell it, they were just as happy to go without, damn the sense of decency or modesty. Trevor couldn’t imagine that, personally, but…well, maybe the transformation WOULD affect his perception of that…

Dr. Dixtinser nodded. “Good, you understand. And I trust that you were also told about the potential risks of such a procedure.”

Trevor nodded back. “Yeah. The change is supposed to last for a limited time that’s set when I get the injection, it’ll wear off right around the end of the school year if everything goes as it should. But they said that there’s a risk of permanent physical changes, and a small chance that the transformation won’t wear off at all. And they said the risk of that increases with repeated, uh…inductions? Was that the word?”

“You are correct. Of course, you don’t have to worry about repeated inductions unless you want to continue with this. But I would be remiss to not let you know that the likelihood of some lasting change is rather high…it’s a known complication with the timed injection, among others, which suggests that the de-transformation is not entirely complete. However, the alterations are rarely detrimental to one’s physical health. How they affect one’s life experience and mental health depends on the change, but there’s no way to predict that. And I should mention that the effects tend to compound on repeated inductions…were you to continue with this, I would have to be sure that you understood that the fourth such injection would not be reversible.”

Trevor took that in with all the weight it deserved. His college career here, if he was up to snuff, would almost certainly be at least four years…if he continued with this the whole time, it meant he would accept a life as a zebra anthroid for good. But, that wasn’t necessarily going to happen…there was a chance that he could get a scholarship or a better loan offer after a year here, and he wouldn’t have to do this more than once. As far as he was concerned, this was a problem for future him; for the here and now, he was getting his foot in the door, and that was what mattered. The prospect of other permanent changes was a somewhat daunting one, admittedly, but he’d read up on this - what it usually meant was that his physique would be altered and there might be a feature that stuck around, like a tail. Something that wasn’t nearly as often an issue if they used a different injection that was undone on command with another one…but the timed one was cheaper, and even a high-class university like Quarterlin had a tendency to try to cut costs. “I’ll cross that bridge if I have to come to it. But this is a risk I’m willing to take to get my chance here. I think in the end that it’ll be worth it.”

“Very well. Your understanding appears to be very complete, and that means we shouldn’t have any trouble proceeding. Now, the injection will not trigger a transformation immediately - the nanites will take some time to propagate through your system and more time to make the necessary alterations. You have been credited a significant amount of money to your food card to ensure that you have ample fuel for the changes, and you should not refrain from eating as much as you can during this time. Mind, though, that you should attempt to keep your diet balanced…fuel is good, but a variety of materials will be necessary to build up your form. Also note that physical exertion will accelerate the process…if you wish to speed things up, I would recommend getting plenty of exercise. The majority of the gross physical adjustments will occur near the end of the process…this will likely result in some discomfort due to the large-scale alterations. Do you have any questions about the process?”

“No, I think I’m good.” Trevor was relatively aware of all of this, having read up on this as well - most people who had gone through it said that there was brief unpleasantness during the change but then it was gone. “I’m ready to do this…I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I’ve rethought it a couple times, but I’m feeling better about it after learning about how others did with it. Maybe it’ll even make my life more interesting.”

“I’m certain it will. Very well, I will administer the injection.” Dr. Dixtinser picked up the injector and ampoule with the silvery liquid, getting it properly set up. She then swabbed the spot on Trevor’s arm where he would be injected, at which point Trevor looked away. He didn’t hate needles like some people did, but the less he saw what was going on, the less tense he was over it. There was a good bit of prep going on, and he was feeling that prickle of apprehension…but it was just nerves, he wasn’t second-guessing himself, and he knew he’d be over it once the poke happened.

Which it did, though it was a more potent poke than usual. He winced a bit but tried not to tighten up as he felt the liquid get pushed in…it was a bit weird feeling it that noticeably, unlike other shots, but it wasn’t that bad. And he didn’t feel any different as it finished, and Dr. Dixtinser removed the injector. “Nanites injected. The process has officially started, Mr. Jameson. Now, you’ll need to come back in a week to check on your alterations…the transformation should be complete by then, if it’s not we will probably make efforts to accelerate it, just to ensure that things are working properly. But the time frame will vary, there are some who get it done within a day or two and some for whom it takes up to two weeks, so do not be alarmed if there’s a delay.”

“Got it. Uh, wait, hey, is there any chance the transformation will go, uh, different?”

Dr. Dixtinser looked up at him, seeming a bit distracted. “Hm? No, no, that’s never happened, and would be highly unlikely, there’s a very specific programming to these nanites. Complications have only ever occurred when multiple injections are used, and that is not allowed in a controlled environment.”

“Oh, okay. And, uh, are there any troubles getting used to, uh, the bigger changes?”

“Also unlikely. Part of the nanitic induction is neural rewiring for concordance with the altered physiology. Your brain’s mapping of your body will be updated accordingly. There may be some adjustment, yes, but there shouldn’t be any dysphoric complications.”

Trevor nodded absently. “I guess that’s good…wouldn’t want to hate the body I’m gonna be in for months. Has that ever happened before?”

“I cannot think of an instance of it, but I wouldn’t know every single case of anthroid transformation. But rest assured, Trevor, these have been thoroughly tested and vetted, and while they may still technically be in the early stages of experimentation, we have ample data already on the impacts.” Dr. Dixtinser put a hand on Trevor’s shoulder. “I would recommend against looking up horror stories while you’re undergoing the transformation process. There are fictitious accounts out there that serve no purpose other than to demonize the process, to antagonize those who do not believe that the human form is the pinnacle achievement of the natural world. Be cautious where you find your information, not everyone can be trusted.”

“I know, doc. I’ve been careful.” Trevor stood up, stretching a bit. “I’m ready for this, I’m just…trying to make sure my head’s all in the right place. Anyway, I gotta get going, don’t want to be late for practice.”

“All right, then. We will see you in one week, for a physical examination of your body or a progress check if it’s not complete. Hoping all goes well for you, Trevor.”

“Same here. Thanks, doc. See you next week.” With that, Trevor was out the door, still looking a bit pensive but sure it would pass once things got all the way through. It was probably natural to have a few anxieties about something this monumental, right? But he HAD read a lot of stories, and most of them had suggested people were happy with their forms, whether they kept them or not…and the ones that weren’t were somewhat obvious fakes, from people who clearly didn’t know the process, something even Trevor could figure out once he’d researched what could be done. Everything would be fine, he’d just need a bit to be reassured of that personally.

Back in the doctor’s office, Dr. Dixtinser was cleaning up, when she noticed the ampoule of yellow liquid on the tray. Her brow furrowed as she realized her error…that was supposed to be given as well, Trevor’s questions had distracted her and she’d forgotten. It was a compound designed to stabilize hormonal balance during the transformation - anthroid transformations induced some unusual hormone swings that could create some awkward effects during the actual transformation process, only settling down after it was complete. She thought about calling Trevor back, but…that would have required admitting her error, and she wasn’t at ease with that. Besides, it wouldn’t disrupt the transformation if he didn’t get it, he would be fine either way…no, she’d just return it to the storage room, they’d get to save on a dose of it for the next time it was needed.

———

Trevor’s walk to practice was not as uneventful as he expected. It seemed that even just walking across campus to the sports complex was having an effect inside him…he wasn’t sure what all was going on specifically, but he could swear he could feel something working through him. One thing, though, was more obvious than others…he was getting hard. And BIG. It felt like his cock and balls were swollen, aching, needing relief…of course, he couldn’t give them any of that, campus wasn’t highly populated yet but he was still right out in the open.

He was sweating and flushed when he got to the sports complex, trying to will his groin to cooperate as he headed towards his destination. There were a few more people here - football practice was on, as well as cheerleading practice. Technically, Trevor was going to be on the cheer team, the mascot usually worked with them more than anyone else, but he wasn’t going to be participating in any activities with them just yet - he needed to be in his proper body for that, getting used to him before he changed would throw everything off. But he was still getting some private preparation from Thurston Willekes, the cheerleading coach (Coach Will to those who knew him well) and ‘mascot wrangler’ for Quarterlin. The latter title wasn’t exactly one of glamor, but someone had to do it, and it made sense for it to be the coach he’d see most often.

They were in a rather small room that was not particularly well-designed for education, but given that it was just Trevor and Coach Will, it was working out for that purpose. What wasn’t working out was Trevor’s attention span, thanks to the constant hardness in his shorts…shorts which were getting unexpectedly tight, leaving him no place for relief from the rubbing. He wasn’t trying to, but every movement brushed him against fabric, and while that normally was no issue, at the moment he felt insanely sensitive. It has to be because of the transformation…but I don’t remember hearing about THIS effect…

“Eyes up here, Trevor.” Coach Will was all business, unaware of any issue Trevor was having. Of course, he was entirely aware of what the student was going to become, and in fact had been one of the few expressing reservations about the whole thing, but it wasn’t his call, and he’d gotten over it, if grudgingly. “I know it’s not the most exciting stuff, but try to pay attention, because you’re gonna get asked. So, moving on, Zidane Zebra’s ‘official’ backstory was that a zebra was brought to Quarterlin in 1923, which was the time the actual zebra was brought over. However, while that zebra remained only for two years before being turned over to a zoo, ‘Zidane’ became enchanted with the atmosphere of the campus and decided he wanted to stay and study. Hokey as it sounds, no one really cares that much, it’s more a fun story to tell the kids that get all wide-eyed when they see a mascot, so you’re gonna want to know it for the little rascals…”

Trevor was trying to pay attention, really he was, but it was hard to do with a throbbing boner in his pants, one that seemed to get stiffer and closer to the edge with every slight movement. He sure hoped this wasn’t a sign something was going wrong…Dr. Dixtinser hadn’t mentioned anything about this. Maybe it was a rare reaction or something? He could feel wetness dribbling out of the tip of his cock, which seemed much tighter against his shorts than it ever had been before. He was of course aware that ‘hung like a horse’ wasn’t going to just be a figure of speech - he’d gotten jokes that that was what he was REALLY looking for, which weren’t true but Trevor wasn’t exactly going to be complaining about a size upgrade - but this seemed awfully quick.

Ngh, come on, gotta remember this stuff…I’m doing this for a job, not for erotic thrills. Just gotta stop moving…ngh, come on, no shifting…no…hngh…fuck, it’s like trying to tell myself not to look down when I’m up high, it makes me want to even more…c’mon, settle down, settle down, don’t…ah…no…I…ah… The battle was quickly becoming a losing one as he felt that familiar tightness in his loins. No, he couldn’t lose it here, there was no way he could embarrass himself like that, he had to hold it in, had to-

A quiet moan escaped Trevor, fingers gripping his desk as he orgasmed, spurting a heavier-than-normal load of his cream into his shorts. Coach Will paused his lecture as Trevor rode out the climax, red-faced but unable to contain it…although the desk covered the wet spot, there was no question what was going in. “I know people say I can tell a story, but I don’t think THAT’S what anyone would get out of a dry lecture like that.”

“Mmnnhh…s-sorry, Coach Will…” Trevor’s breath came out in a rush as the high tapered off, embarrassment taking over rather quickly. “I…ah…I think it’s…a side-effect of the, uh…the transformation…I’ve…hah, had this issue since I got that shot…”

“I see…well, I can’t rightly keep you in here when you’re a mess like that. I’ll e-mail you some of these resources and you can review them when you’re, ah, more settled down.” Coach Will waved towards the door. “Go shower off and head on home. We’ll try to pick this back up tomorrow.”

“Thanks…uh, sorry about that.”

“Not your fault. Just hope you’re able to keep your head in the game better once this is all done, or I’m gonna have some words with the folks up top.”

Trevor certainly hoped so as well…he didn’t want to be making a fool of himself out there. Up he went, trying to keep as inconspicuous as possible and cover up the large wet spot in his shorts as he hurried over to the locker room. Fortunately he packed a spare set of clothes, even if he wasn’t going to get messy he was trying to get into the habit of it…though, when he was Zidane he wasn’t sure how much he’d be wearing them. Well, he certainly wouldn’t be wearing his current ones at all, but surely he’d wear something most of the time…right?

Once in the locker room, he was a bit more relaxed - at least once he noticed that it was empty. A bit of privacy would probably help, especially since he was pretty sure he needed to crank another one out before he was truly settled down. He set his bag down on a bench, then pulled off his shirt, laying it to the side to hang down. That, at least, he didn’t think he’d need to change out of, it hadn’t really gotten messed up…the shorts were a different story, being very wet out front, he even thought he might want to wipe them down a bit before packing them away…

Just as he was about to pull them down, though, he heard a voice bark at him. “Oy! What’s a shrimp like you doing here?” Trevor jolted a bit and whipped around to see a fairly sizable young man in football gear looking down at him with a severe gaze, bright blue eyes under short crop-cut blond hair, and an angular jaw that made him look even more imperious than he was trying to be. It took a moment, but Trevor’s recognition clicked in - he knew who this was, it was Brian Richardson, a stud linebacker for the Zebras. The team itself was nothing particularly special, but Brian was anticipated to be one of the few to make it to the next level. He was also known to be a bit of a brash sort, and clearly he was intending to intimidate Trevor for whatever reason. At the moment, it was working - Trevor certainly felt intimidated.

“Oughta go back to the library, nerd. Leave the locker room for the real studs. Wait, are you pissing yourself?” Brian smirked as he looked at the wetness in the front of Trevor’s shorts. “Oh, what the hell is this, nerd’s packing his shorts? Seriously? Ain’t a girl alive who’s gonna be impressed, bitch, they’re just gonna slap the shit outta you once they find out the truth.”

Too much talking, and Trevor wasn’t really sure how to respond - he didn’t want a conflict, provoking Brian wasn’t his goal, but he also didn’t like all the accusations being tossed at him in rapid succession. “I’m…I’m not packing, I just…”

“Oh, fucking hell, you can’t be serious. You don’t wanna try to pull that shit with me, I’m more than happy to get up close and personal to expose you.” Brian started stepping up, and Trevor started stepping back - this wasn’t what he was going for at all! Brian was a good bit bigger than he was and he doubted he could fight the linebacker off if it came to that…about the only thing he could think of to do was to try to back up what he was saying, or at least mollify Brian so he stopped his approach. A hurried drop of his shorts and underwear had him stumbling a bit…but neither of them were ready for Trevor’s cock to flop upwards, spraying a bit of precum into the air in front of them. Brian recoiled as he saw it, suddenly stumbling back a couple of steps. “Shit! What the hell?!”

Trevor couldn’t blame him for the shock, because he himself was feeling a good bit himself. His dick was over half again as long and thick as it had been that morning. His balls were sagging a lot lower and and heavier than ever before. And all of them had taken on a significantly darker color than they normally had…it looked rather bizarre contrasted against his paler skin, for sure.

“What…what even…how are you that fucking big?” Brian’s aggression had evaporated, now it was the big jock that was out of sorts. “Is that…why is it so damn dark? Did you take some enhancement shit or something?”

Trevor swallowed a bit. “Uh, well…I mean, I guess technically you could say that…I, uh…it’s, uh, part of, well, I think it’s part of the changes…I’m, uh…I’m gonna be changing into, uh, Zidane Zebra.”

Brian’s eyes shot even wider open than before. “Shit, YOU’RE the new mascot?! Oh, fuck…” The linebacker wiped his brow, looking a bit faint. “I didn’t think…we weren’t gonna actually see them until after they were already…I thought it was already done…”

“No, I just, just this morning. It’s, uh…supposed to take a couple more days, I think…”

“Right, yeah, okay…well, uh, s-sorry about that, I didn’t know…yeah, I’ll just…I’ll come back in a, in a bit, yeah…you, uh…do whatever you need to do.” With that, Brian suddenly turned and hustled out, not even giving Trevor a chance to say anything more. And he was left confused about the sudden turnaround…was Brian just that thrown off by the fact that he was actually hung, even if it was way earlier than he thought he’d be getting that? Or did being Zidane actually carry that much clout that even a guy like Brian would shrink to him, even before he was actually changed? It definitely felt weird that he should have that much effect on someone…Trevor certainly wasn’t used to that.

But the tension in his groin pulled him back to the moment…right, he had things to do. Which started with picking his shorts and underwear off the floor and laying them out on the bench, and then heading into the shower to wash up. And relieve that need…once he was under the stream of water, his first order of business was leaning forward, one hand against the wall while the other pumped over his shaft. It was big enough that it felt like trying to masturbate was a foreign experience, he could barely fit his hand around it and his strokes weren’t covering nearly the full size of it. But the sensitivity he’d been experiencing was still there in full force, and he popped off again in pretty short order, jetting gushes of spunk out hard to splatter against the shower wall. The amount of seed was rather shocking, it was certainly far more than he’d messed his shorts with…and as he was pumping it out, he felt another tingle spread through his body, making him groan a bit as the weird sensations picked up. Whatever was going on under the hood, it felt like it was speeding up every time he came…maybe that was part of the reason he was so hot and bothered. Was that normal? Maybe he would have to ask, or look online…

Eventually, though, he managed to get himself cleaned up - and everything else around him, as he took a moment to wipe down the shower wall and his shorts and underwear. Then it was getting dressed in his backup clothes and getting his shirt back on…and immediately it was clear that the fit wasn’t as good as it had been before the shower. Everything felt a lot tighter than it should have been, it felt like his legs were pushing the limits of the athletic shorts and his shirt barely came down enough. But it was going to have to do…all he could do now was get back to his dorm and hope that there weren’t any more mishaps along the way, because he really didn’t want to get strange looks from soiled shorts from people who had no idea what was going on. Once with Brian was enough.

———

Thankfully, Trevor’s loins behaved themselves on the way back to his place, and he was able to chuck his soiled clothes in the laundry hamper without disturbing anyone else. He was definitely worried about how well he’d be able to hide this size, though…this felt a bit larger than he was expecting to get. And he definitely could have done without the sensitivity, he didn’t want to be struggling with a hair-trigger cock the whole time he was doing this thing. After all, at times he would HAVE to be wearing clothes - they wouldn’t let him go on the field hanging out lewdly like that. If he couldn’t keep it down, he’d have to figure something out…well, that was a question for after the transformation was done.

He found himself quite hungry after a bit, and had a rather large dinner - burgers grilled on a George Foreman, with a side of potato chips and fruit, and a good helping of milk. He hadn’t forgotten the warning to try to eat balanced, though he wasn’t much of a veggies or grains guy, he’d have to work some of that in somehow probably. It was more satisfying than normal to each that much, though…he wondered if his body wasn’t aware somehow that it needed more fuel to go through these changes. All the better if it did, it meant that he wouldn’t be having to force himself to eat.

He could have just retired to his room after that, but Trevor decided he wanted to see if he could spur things along a bit. After all, he didn’t have a ton of time to get familiar with everything, and the sooner his transformation finished, the more time he’d have to work on the moves actively, the real tricky part of his job. He wasn’t going to go all out, but a jog around the trails near his dorm certainly couldn’t hurt - and they’d probably be nice and empty for now, while they wouldn’t be for long, so maybe now was the best time to enjoy them before they were too crowded.

Out he went, finding a trail not far from his dorm room to jog along. He certainly felt like he had the energy to go for a while, he was a lot more keyed up than he could ever remember being. Trevor would’ve thought that it would wear him down to be changing like that, at least during the process…but he was glad for it, because the weather was good, and the yellowing evening sky was making for a nice contrast with the green of the trees along the path. It really was a nice sight, he could see why they advertised the trails on the Quarterlin campus in their brochures. The normal him didn’t really pay as much attention to that, but the much more active Zidane would probably be a frequent user.

His clothes still felt tight, but the larger stuff he’d bought still looked like it was going to be TOO loose, and he’d rather have dealt with a bit of tightness than shorts falling down. It meant a fair bit of rubbing as he was jogging, though, and that was having a by-now familiar reaction…he was feeling a lot of pressure inside after only a little while. He was trying to ignore it, but every rhythmic step was another rub against an oversized cock pressed very tightly against his shorts, and he was starting to feel leakage coming through. And that was a problem, he really didn’t want to have a big blotch front and center of his shorts while out and exposed like this…even if the trails were mostly empty, that didn’t mean they were TOTALLY empty, and someone might think he was being a lot more deviant and call for some authority to read him the riot act. And he wasn’t sure how much his explanation of ‘I’m in the middle of a transformation’ would help him there.

But the only way to get out of that was to do something that would be even more scandalous.

And that was what Trevor was suddenly realizing he was going to have to do - it was getting to be too much, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He suddenly turned off the trail, heading into the trees a bit and then hiding behind one as he hurriedly pulled down his shorts, exposing his cock to the air…it had to be even bigger than earlier, and the head seemed like it was more exposed than it usually was, maybe even a little wider and flatter…but at the moment, Trevor’s primary concern was that it was in desperate need of release. Once again he brought his hand down, but this time it wasn’t close to large enough to handle that tool, his hands hadn’t nearly grown to the same degree and one wasn’t even fully encircling the girth of it, much less covering as much ground of that flesh. It took both hands wrapping around at the same time to jerk himself well enough, trying his best to keep the pre from drooling down onto his shorts…holding it up and out was helping, but there was a LOT of fluid coming out…

Suddenly, he felt that rush coming, and he bit back a cry as he came again, another HARD climax hitting and making him shoot wildly into the air in front of him. He couldn’t believe he was still so productive after what had happened earlier, it might have been even more production than he had before…but that suddenly come secondary to the sudden burn and buzz in his cock, forcing him to let go and reach back to grab the tree, clenching his jaw hard to keep from drawing attention to himself. He didn’t know what was going on, just that something felt VERY weird down there, uncomfortable and unpleasant at that moment…

And then, it faded away. And Trevor was left panting, slowly relaxing, a heavy weight in his groin that was very different from what he was used to. Slowly he opened his eyes, looking down with a bit of trepidation…and those eyes went a lot wider open once he saw what was down there. His cock had changed completely - now possessing a broad head, a thick ring in the middle, and emerging from a sheath under which a very heavy ballsack was hanging loosely. It took a minute for Trevor to process what had happened: his cock had been the first part of him to fully transform into something equine. Maybe it made sense given how much activity had been going on there…at least it was softening now, seemingly done making things difficult for him for the time being.

Of course, that just meant a lot of experimentation with the new parts, including pulling it back in before someone happened to come by. It took a bit for Trevor to figure out how to pull it back in, his body not quite used to those muscles yet but the need to regain some modicum of decency pushed him to figure it out. He then pulled his shorts back up in a hurry, letting out a bit of a sigh as he was once again covered up, and with less openly in the way to rub against his dick as it was tucked away…though his heavy scrotum was rubbing plenty still against the fabric, and Trevor had a feeling that was just going to be something he’d have to deal with until his size settled and he could get fitted properly. Considering everything was feeling tighter, too, he’d probably gotten a bit larger again…now it was starting to get a touch uncomfortable. Shaking his head, he pushed himself back upright and hurried back to the trail, heading back towards his dorm, deciding that maybe he’d pushed things enough for one day.

With the changes going on in his body, Trevor had thought that it might be hard to get to sleep and stay asleep. That didn’t turn out to be true - he’d conked out almost as soon as he’d laid down, and he hadn’t woken up until his alarm buzzed the next morning. That didn’t mean it wasn’t at least somewhat eventful, though…his dreams had been chaotic, full of images of exotic animals, including a fair few that seemed less ‘animal’ in stature, and there had been a decidedly erotic bent for much of it. Even though he couldn’t remember too many details beyond that when he woke up, that much he was certain of.

Evidence supporting the erotic part was all over him, though. His cock was out of its sheath (he was still having a bit of a time adjusting to the reality that he had to say that), and tacky seed was all over his chest and stomach. A chest and stomach that were a lot more exposed than when he went to bed…everything he’d worn to bed, in fact, was torn all the way apart, his shirt tattered and his boxers torn down the middle and somewhat in the legs. He’d definitely grown overnight, and not by a tiny bit...at least they had been fairly old and ratty garments, but he had a feeling it wouldn’t be wise to try to dress up again when he was back in bed tonight.

Pretty much all Trevor could do at this point was force himself up, stumble to the shower, and try to clean himself off. But that throbbing cock was not about to be ignored…even as he stood under the hot stream of water to try to scrub off that dried jizz, he could feel that equine tool drooling and tensing, urging him to try to get off yet again. It didn’t take long before Trevor stopped ignoring it, grabbing it and starting to pump…it took both hands again, and it felt like an even taller task for them than yesterday. How much bigger was he going to get down there?

Trevor ended up leaning back against the wall, jerking himself intensely, trying to get his body to cooperate and calm down by riling it up to the limit. Just the touches weren’t quite getting him there, even as sensitive as he felt…a thought flashed to his mind, the image of a human he’d passed by yesterday on his run, no one he knew or had thought anything of, but now in his mind, the human was on the ground, shorts down around his ankles, rear presented for him. He imagined bending down, taking hold of that mystery human, getting a tight hold of him, rubbing his cock against that eager ass before shoving in, slamming home with all his might-

A cry escaped Trevor as he suddenly came, and hard, the jets of seed splattering against the glass of the shower stall. He just kept going, working himself as hard as he could to get every drop out of his overproductive balls, making a right mess of the shower with that seemingly relentless ejaculation…it felt like every time he came he was shooting more. How long was THAT going to keep happening? How much more productive could he even get?

The answers to those questions were not coming to him in post-nut clarity. At least relief was…he felt that potent lust abate, and his cock soften. A good quick extra wash before he pulled it back into his sheath, and he was able to get back to actually cleaning himself…and the shower glass, though that was a bit more haphazard, he was pretty sure the quick splash and wipe was leaving remnants of spunk all over, but he wasn’t interested in a full cleaning, he had other things to do that morning…like feed his rumbling stomach.

Finally done with the shower, he got dressed…and quickly realized he was having a problem. The clothes he’d set out to wear that day felt uncomfortably tight. Considering what had happened to his bedclothes, that probably wasn’t a surprise…but the oversized clothes he’d bought to try to accommodate him were still TOO loose, he hadn’t gotten big enough to properly fit those yet. That was leaving him kind of in between - the tight ones risked falling apart catastrophically if he grew enough during the day, but the loose ones risked falling off of him while he was outside. After a few minutes of indecision, Trevor decided the best course of action was wearing the tight ones and bringing the loose ones with him - at the very least, he could cover the possibility of outgrowing better than he could not growing enough. It still wasn’t particularly comfortable wearing clothes that definitely felt too tight, but he figured he could deal for a little bit.

Then it was down to the kitchen to fix himself up some breakfast. Scrambled eggs and toast with bacon, something that he hoped would be nice and filling while also being fairly simple to prepare. The sounds and scents of the various bits cooking was a delight to him, reminding him of rare mornings when his mother would cook breakfast for the family…he wanted to be able to do that here and there, rather than relying on the various food service places on campus all the time, they were good but expensive. Having a kitchen was definitely a good thing, because it meant he could get some variety in his breakfasts on his own dime rather than having to rely on cereal. Which wasn’t really Trevor’s thing, but his mother had insisted on a ‘healthy start to the day’ and given him a couple different healthy cereals to take with. He took a cursory look up there, not really intending to do anything with it…could he really make himself eat something as bland as bran flakes, or shredded wheat, or granola?

…Huh…that…granola actually looks kinda…appealing.

Trevor wasn’t entirely sure where that came from - he couldn’t STAND granola, never had liked it in his life, but the picture on the box was suddenly quite appetizing. The urge was impossible to ignore, even if he tried to look away, and he eventually pulled the box down and poured some out into a bowl. A bit of milk added in, and he gave it a try…and found that it wasn’t exactly that much tastier than he remembered, but there was something a bit satisfying about it that he’d never noticed before.

He almost forgot about the eggs and toast and bacon, but thankfully the pop of the toaster jarred him back to his senses. He hurried to get them away from the heat, and then opened the fridge to put away the butter - and paused, as he saw a bag of celery and a bag of carrots on the shelf. Something in his mind was locking to them, making him want them…they weren’t even really ‘breakfast’ foods, but he couldn’t help himself, he grabbed a stalk of celery and a carrot and started munching on them as he headed back to the table. Again, familiar tastes, but something alluring to them that he hadn’t ever remembered.

Are my tastes getting more ‘horsey’? I guess that would make a bit of sense…a bunch of people did say their tastes changed, even though they could still eat what they normally did. Wait, do zebras eat the same stuff as horses? I mean, they’re not exactly horses, they’re just, like, cousins or something…I mean, they’re both equines, it wouldn’t be THAT ridiculous, right? Why am I asking myself this question when I clearly don’t know the answer?

At the moment, the best thing to do was just go with the flow. Besides, at least it would make it easier to get the variety he was advised to get. And it was fulfilling, too, he couldn’t remember eating as well at breakfast as he did that morning. A good way to start the day, indeed…

———

Trevor had rather hoped that his body was going to be more calmed down today than it was the previous day. He’d already had one unproductive learning session, a second risked putting him behind…even though he had tried to go over some of the material that Coach Will had sent him, it wasn’t easy to do with all the changes he was trying to process. And he’d hoped that the equine sheath, as weird as it looked on him, would keep him from rubbing so much against sensitive spots and help control the arousal issues.

Those hopes were, rather quickly and effectively, dashed to pieces.

The problem was, even though things weren’t quite as ‘bulgy’ normally as they were the way he was normally built, the fact that his shorts were tight enough to barely fit on him meant there was a LOT more rubbing than the previous day. Part of him wondered if he should go back to put on the oversized shorts anyway, but fear of having to constantly hold them up and look like some kind of weirdo kept him from doing so. By the time he reached the practice facility, though, he was regretting his decision and proverbially kicking himself, though had he the flexibility he might have made that literal - if only to try to stem the insane arousal. His new horsecock was also making things difficult, as it was more than long enough to poke above the waistband of his shorts…it would be all too obvious if he was leaking on his shirt. The only thing he could do was duck into the bathrooms and crank one out, and hope that would resolve things.

Of course, that couldn’t be easy, either - the bathrooms were hardly private, and Trevor was just about to get off when he heard the door open, and he had to contain himself for a good couple of minutes while the visitor of course went into the stall next to his, and took his sweet time - Trevor was certain he could hear taps on a phone, and never before had such a quiet sound been the source of so much frustration. At least that was the only interruption, and he was able to hurry and jerk out another cascade of thick semen into the toilet. He wasn’t sure if it was more than earlier, and it wasn’t like he was rushing to try to measure it, but it sure felt like it could have been…where on earth was it all coming from? His balls were definitely bigger but there was more to it than just the balls, he was pretty sure…

He left the bathroom more composed and less aroused. It didn’t stay that way. Getting the mascot code of conduct rundown from Coach Will wasn’t at all something that should have met with arousal, but Trevor’s body didn’t seem to care - he could feel himself swelling, pushing out, hardening, and no amount of effort could stop it from coming on again. He didn’t want to let it disrupt him this time, but it wasn’t easy to ignore - it was like the moment it came on, his body wanted him to drop everything and work it off.

Coach Will might have noticed his discomfort, but if he did, he was trying not to let it interrupt things. “Point 5: Public events. Quarterlin has a rule that as a mascot in an event facing the public, you’re supposed to leave the mask on at ALL times. Now, obviously, considering you’re becoming the mask, you’re certainly not going to have trouble with keeping up the visual appearance. However, that’s where the modifications come in here. As part of your terms, you’ll have to avoid using your ‘real’ name at any official function. As far as anyone’s concerned out there, you ARE Zidane Zebra - Trevor Jameson might as well not exist. You’ll also have to remain in uniform at all times - no street clothes. And, given what I’ve heard about other people who’ve done this, definitely not NO clothes. This, of course, does not apply to your class or dorm life, but you’ll want to be ready to be doing a lot of events, Quarterlin likes to show Zidane off.”

“Yeah, lots of, ngh, things to get used to.” Trevor’s voice was tight as his pants were…he was almost at full mast yet again. How did a transformation make someone THIS fucking horny?

Coach Will cocked his head, scrutinizing Trevor. “You sure you’re all right, there? You don’t seem to be very engaged.”

“Sorry. I’m trying to be, I seriously am, I just…” Trevor let out a strained grunt. “They didn’t tell me this was gonna be part of the process…I just…I don’t know why I can’t…keep my, uh, undercarriage under control.”

“Have you tried ‘dealing with it’ before coming in?”

“I was in the bathroom doing just that before I was in here. Doesn’t seem to have helped.”

Coach Will shook his head. “Dang. Well, nothing much to do but let things happen as they happen. I hope this transformation business doesn’t take too long, though. I’ll send you the code of conduct and my notes on it, you go hit the showers, and try not to make too much of a mess in there.”

“Yes, sir.” Trevor almost stood up too quickly, coming narrowly close to smacking his dick into the desk. Which he didn’t want to do especially because the last thing he wanted to do was expose himself to Coach Will - even if it was accidental, that sort of thing could get a coach into serious hot water. Thankfully, he was able to escape further incident as he escaped the training room and made a beeline for the locker room, trying to keep his bulge from being too obvious to anyone. Which would have been a challenge, given how much it was sticking out, if anyone had been there to see it…Trevor was really thankful that the campus was still relatively empty compared to how it was going to be once things got into full swing, because there was no way he was getting through crowded hallways without monumental embarrassment.

But he wasn’t completely alone. As he entered the locker room, just about ready to think he was home free, he rounded the corner of the lockers and froze. Brian was there, looking like he’d just changed into street clothes. Trevor’s gasp wasn’t too loud, but in the quiet of the locker room, it was more than loud enough to get Brian’s attention, and he looked over at Trevor, eyes widening. “Oh, shit! Uh, Trevor, was it?”

“Yeah.” Well, better reception than last time, at least, though that wasn’t exactly a high bar to clear…and speaking of high, it was starting to sink in that Trevor was pretty much at eye level with Brian now. That certainly hadn’t been the case yesterday. “Sorry, I’m, uh, I’m having an, ah, issue-”

“Holy SHIT.” That issue was starting to push out of Trevor’s shorts, and Brian’s eyes were bulging almost as much as that fabric. “Did you get even BIGGER? Wait, is that…is that a legit fucking horsecock?”

“Not so loud!” Trevor hissed desperately, reddening. He dropped his shorts hurriedly to try to spare them from more leakage, exposing his cock to Brian - not like he hadn’t already seen it, or at least some version of it. “It just, like, changed yesterday evening…I guess it’s like the first thing that’s became, uh, horsey about me. Zebra-y. Whatever.”

“Jesus. It’s huge…” At least Brian wasn’t reacting with horror or disgust or something like that…though, on the other hand, Trevor found it a bit weird that he was THIS engaged with it. Was he secretly a furry or an anthroid ‘enthusiast?’ Trevor had heard about them while researching things about his potential path…naturally, it made sense that the furry fandom took a major interest in the technology, with quite a few of those who had changed permanently being among their number. But the other subset were those who weren’t into the idea of being an anthroid, but very much liked the idea of being WITH one. They called themselves enthusiasts, while detractors tended to prefer the term fetishists…to some it was a nasty idea, being into something that wasn’t truly human, that it was inherently perverted or degenerate. Those who defended it often painted the detractors as jealous, as the anthroids, by nature of the technology, tended to be superior in fitness and visual appeal - if you were changing anyway, why not make yourself as advantaged as possible? Maybe that was why some were enthusiasts…if Brian was into that, maybe that was why he was taking such an interest in Trevor’s changes. And his dick.

But he wasn’t about to ask, because some weren’t eager to admit it and Trevor didn’t want a mess on his hands - or at least not one on top of what he was going to be making in the shower in a moment. “It’s also giving me a lot of trouble. No one warned me I was gonna be this frickin’ horny…it had better not continue on even when the changes are done or I’m gonna be in a lot of trouble…”

“Yeah, I bet…” Brian didn’t seem to be listening fully. “Uh…c-can I…touch it?”

Trevor stared at him. “Touch it?”

“Yeah. I mean…sorry, I guess that sounds weird, but…it’s just…I’ve never, you know…”

It didn’t seem like something THAT exotic to Trevor - sure, it wasn’t a ‘normal’ dick, but it wasn’t like it was totally alien. But he really didn’t want to argue, not when he was still feeling hot and needy and he was having to hold his shaft up already to keep from drooling pre onto the floor. “I…s-sure, fine. But not here, I…I gotta get to the shower.”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” Brian stepped aside, allowing Trevor to hustle towards the shower area. Only when he was in there and confident that he was in a spot that could easily be washed down did he let go of his heavy shaft, letting it drip onto the tile as he pulled his shirt off and threw it aside. Brian was still watching him as he joined, still dressed and making no move to undress; he was clearly being mindful of the fact that he’d already cleaned up, but still the interest was getting him up nice and close. “Dude, you kinda…smell pretty strong, you know that?”

“I do? I, uh, didn’t really notice.” Trevor still didn’t quite notice, though now that he was being made aware of it, he could pick up on a stronger, muskier scent in the air…he wasn’t sure he would have thought that was his if Brian hadn’t said anything, would have probably attributed it to just stale locker room funk. He tensed up a bit as Brian reached out a hand towards his dick, not sure what to expect…except that he knew he was sensitive already, his clothes had proven that much, how much more impact was a touch going to have?

As it turned out, quite a lot. Just Brian’s fingers stroking over the top of the equine shaft made him tighten up and flex up a bit, a squirt of pre jetting onto the tile. A quick breath from Brian, something sounding oddly excited. “Whoa. Are you, like, pent up? How long has it been since you, uh…”

“N-not that long…just this morning…” He wasn’t going to last much longer already, Brian was getting more contact with his hand and that thick tool was almost tingling with the need to go off. Trevor’s breathing was picking up as he felt that touch work gently yet firmly on him…it was the first time anyone else had ever deliberately touched him like this, and it was hitting a bit harder than he expected. It really was different from his own hand, somehow more sensitive…

And then Brian wrapped his hand around as much as he could, gripped above and below and getting his palm somewhat on the side, and he started to actually properly jerk and stroke, rubbing all the way from the base to the medial ring, eyes locked raptly on the horse cock as he made his move. It took all of about five strokes before it hit, and hit HARD - Trevor let out a semi-restrained cry as he came, unloading thick spurts of jizz onto the floor in front of him. In fact, not even just the floor, a couple of the jets shot out hard enough to splatter against the wall several feet away, making loud splats as they did. And Brian kept working on his cock, helping to pump out that fresh load that had been begging to be released for an hour now, clearing it out of his system once more - but for how long was anyone’s guess.

Trevor finally let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding as he came down from the dizzying high. His cock was softening, and only now was Brian letting go, allowing him to flop down loosely; he resisted pulling it back into his sheath, wanting to make sure he gave himself a proper washing down there. Brian still seemed to be a bit spellbound as he looked across the long streaks of seed along the tiles. “Dude…that was…wow…”

A hint of redness crept into Trevor’s face. “Brian?”

“Eh? Oh…yeah, I, uh, I should probably let you get cleaned up.” Brian was flushing somewhat as well. “I’ll, uh…I’ll…talk to you later. Maybe…tomorrow, yeah. But, uh…th-thanks…for that.” The linebacker suddenly turned and hurried away, leaving Trevor perplexed. He wasn’t about to admonish him, weird as that all was…maybe he still had feelings he was trying to work out, Trevor wasn’t sure but he was somewhat reluctant to try to push when he himself still had things to work out. Though they were getting closer, he realized as he looked down…the skin around his hips, upper legs, and lower stomach were darkening where he could see around the patches of fur coating parts of him, including all around his groin. If one were to take a snapshot just around that area, they would have no idea he wasn’t fully changed yet…

…Are these…are these orgasms actually speeding up the transformation? That was definitely NOT in any of the reading materials… At least that seemed to suggest, perhaps, that they’d get to be less of a problem once the transformation was done. It couldn’t be that much longer now…maybe a day or two more, right? Maybe faster if he, well, helped it along a bit…if that was what his cock wanted, he knew it was going to be a challenge to say no. Shaking his head, he turned on the shower, feeling very much in need of a hot wash to unwind. What a bizarre experience this was…

———

One thing was for certain: Trevor was NOT going to try to go out that evening. In the first place, it was hard enough keeping himself decent just getting back home - the recent action seemed to have barely done a thing for his sensitivity, especially since another hit of growth, even a slight one, made those shorts feel uncomfortably tight. He had needed to rush back to avoid exposing his equine boner in the middle of the open public, and even then it had been a near thing. And given that, he had needed some time to settle down and compose himself when he got home…which had involved another masturbation session, which made it hard to get off of his mind how much BETTER it had felt when someone else had been touching him. Keeping it together was getting to be a challenging thing.

No, that evening was going to be good food, baggy clothes, and relaxation. And thankfully, there were some ways to unwind available to him in the common area of their building - including a large TV, a streaming service subscription, and some game consoles. Things that Trevor didn’t really get too many chances to experience growing up, only when he went over to friends’ houses…the primary reason he wanted to go to their place rather than bringing friends to his, where they didn’t really have much of anything to entertain. His parents would have blamed their financial situation, but they wouldn’t let Trevor buy things like that even with his own money, so Trevor knew that wasn’t the case. They always had been pretty anti-TV, the household only had one and it was pretty mid-scale, and only went on for news reports. Trevor sort of understood their likely reasoning, especially when he heard about some who couldn’t tear themselves away from it at all…but it had the consequence of Trevor having very little way of relating properly to his peers, as he couldn’t really participate in conversations about movies, shows, or games - all of which were probably about 80% of what people talked about. The chances he did get to indulge, when he was with others who had that sort of thing available, were enjoyable for sure, but Trevor had never been particularly a social butterfly and so they weren’t exactly commonplace.

No one was going to stop him here…well, no, that wasn’t true, Trevor was going to be busy with coursework and his role as Zidane Zebra, he wasn’t going to have limitless free time. But when he HAD the opportunity, he was going to take advantage. And so he sat down on the couch, grabbing a controller and looking through the games library of the console. Many options he knew very little about, it was hard to make a choice…

“Oh, wow!” Trevor nearly jumped as he heard a voice from across the room. He looked over to see a guy who looked to also be in his early 20s, with white hair and a slightly smaller frame, a pale complexion with freckles, glasses, and particularly wide eyes. “You’re…you’re in the middle of an anthroid transformation, aren’t you?”

Trevor hoped that wasn’t going to be a problem…he hadn’t realized anyone else was even there, he knew there would be other people in the apartments eventually but he’d thought they wouldn’t get there until after he’d already changed all the way. “Uh…y-yeah, I…I’m, uh…they’re making me, uh, Zidane Zebra. I…don’t think I’ve met you?”

“Gosh…that’s so cool. Ah, sorry, I’m Alex, Alex Wyman. I just got here this afternoon.” Alex stepped towards the couch, engrossed in Trevor. “They said there was gonna be ’something unusual’ about one of the others in the building, but they didn’t say it was this. Wow…”

At the very least, Alex didn’t sound disgusted…if anything it was the opposite. “I’m hoping that it’s gonna be complete soon, it’s been kind of messier than I thought it would be.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard it can be kind of tricky when they’re actually making the change, whole lot of stuff goes on in the body. Wait, do you have the kind that they reverse or the kind that wears off?”

“Um…I think the kind that wears off?”

Alex nodded. “Ah, yeah, so that’s the messier kind. I guess the hormonal stabilizers sometimes don’t work as well as they should, so you get a lot of weird body reactions.”

Trevor had pretty much no idea what Alex was talking about, so he just nodded along. “You…seem to know a lot about this stuff. Most people I’ve talked to don’t even know there’s more than one method.”

“Ah…I’ve known a couple people who went through it. I read up on it a lot when they were talking about it, because I was curious. It’s super complicated, I don’t think I understood everything, but I was at least getting the less technical stuff. How’re you feeling? Does it hurt at all?”

“Nothing’s been that painful so far, I’m just…well, having some, uh, reactions. Other than the ones I expected, anyway. Uh, you mind if I play something while we chat?”

“Oh, go ahead! Sorry, I didn’t want to keep you from anything!” Alex sat down next to Trevor, still looking at him plenty, though with a glance towards the TV as well. “Ooh, they’ve got some good games on there! Try that one, I think you’ll enjoy it!”

He hadn’t been expecting recommendations, but Trevor wasn’t going to turn it down. He picked the suggested game and started getting to it, hoping that it would provide a welcome distraction from his body at least…Alex had a chance of providing that as well, maybe the double-team would keep him from having any more incidents. And at first, it seemed like it was working that way, he was getting into the game, even if it was hard as balls - it was some kind of platformer game, which had a lot of precision and reactions and a lot of ‘dying’, though it was the kind that pretty much just restarted you at the beginning of the screen. Trevor wasn’t very good at it, he was slowly making progress through some of the screens but the harder ones were taking quite a bit of time. Alex was offering advice here and there, trying to tell him some of the strategies, but the problem was more in Trevor’s execution - his unfamiliarity with gaming left him not exactly the sharpest when it came to the skill set. There was a definite bit of frustration setting in after a while…

…But that may have been as much because he was distracted as anything. Because he was starting to feeling that building pressure in his loins again. It turned out he could only distract himself so much before the lust decided to override everything…he was doing his best to keep from getting another embarrassing boner, but it was a losing battle as his shorts started to tent and a wet spot appeared at the front. His concentration was fracturing more and more as the need built, and he was trying to find an opening to excuse himself and rush to the bathroom to no doubt make another mess of himself and the floor of the shower…

“Oh!” Too late, Alex caught on, a giggle escaping him as he eyed Trevor’s tenting shorts. “I guess that’s what you meant by ‘reactions’, huh?”

“Sorry…” Trevor’s face was burning. “I swear, I’m not trying to be, uh, perverted…”

“It’s okay! This is pretty normal, everyone who goes through the change has it to some degree. It’s not usually as strong if the hormone stabilizers work, but sometimes that doesn’t happen, and you just get constantly horny until the transformation’s been done for a bit.” Alex was very much staring down at Trevor’s groin, seemingly getting a little breathless. “Gosh, that’s…I guess you’re hung like a horse now, huh?”

“Y-yeah, you could say that. Uh…do you mind if…”

“N-no, go ahead.” Permission granted, Trevor paused the game and pulled his shorts down a bit, letting himself go as his cock swelled to full hardness and protrusion, no longer confined by his efforts to hold back and the straining fabric. He swore he could see Alex’s eyes light up on all view of it. Jeez, is this THAT appealing? I would’ve thought people would be turned off by an actual horse-shaped dick, but so far I’m two-for-two in people practically drooling over it.

“Oh, wow…that’s…that’s really…” Alex squirmed a bit, and Trevor could see that he was responding in kind, albeit a lot less impressively. “S-sorry, I’m probably making this weird, but…w-would you be okay with me, uhm, helping you with that?”

“Y-yeah, sure.” Trevor had gone from not having any experience with anyone to having two people want to work him over in one day. At some point he was going to have to try to process that properly, but right now he was too horny to think about anything other than getting off. “Just, uh, kinda…be careful, it’s…I kinda make a LOT of mess.”

“Got it.” That didn’t sound like the response of someone deterred by the idea. And as Alex reached out and started to stroke Trevor’s shaft, that impression was borne out - he might not have looked like the boldest sort, but he was forward enough in this regard. Only one hand to start with, and it wasn’t able to get all the way around the thickness of his equine endowment…that was something that Trevor expected at this point yet it still felt a bit surreal that he was THAT big. That didn’t seem to be causing any issues getting him worked up, though, he was as sensitive as ever and the touch of another hand was doing plenty for him, making him pant a bit as he started to leak a whole lot more.

Alex wasn’t shying away from it - if anything he was leaning in more, panting slightly himself. “Ah…wow. You weren’t kidding…oh, and you’re getting so furry, too. Wow, I can’t wait to see you when you’re all the way…”

“That, uh, exciting, huh?” Trevor was doing his best to try to stay composed, but he was getting tense, his muscles clenching to try to keep himself from going off in a hurry.

“Well, yeah…not just anyone’s gonna be rooming with an anthroid. I don’t know if anyone else’s gonna be, even…” A lean in, and Alex inhaled firmly, drawing in the scent of Trevor’s musk. “Oh, wow…that’s strong. They said that anthroids have stronger, uh, scent cues than humans do, and they weren’t wrong.”

“Oh…I wondered why they were saying I’d need to shower more often.” Trevor hadn’t really noticed the scent himself, but they said it was something that his nose would get accustomed to so he probably wouldn’t pick up on it very well. The idea that he was going to be ‘stinky’ was something he hoped wouldn’t be a problem for him going forward…well, if he showered regularly, maybe it wouldn’t be.

Alex kept working him, a little more vigorously, and Trevor was starting to squirm a bit as his throbbing shaft drooled even more, making a fair bit of mess against his partially-dropped shorts. Those were going to need to be washed…and he was probably just going to soak them in the sink and hang them to dry because he’d need to wear them tomorrow, they were the biggest shorts he had and probably the only ones that would fit him tomorrow. He was also starting to worry a bit about the prospect of making a huge mess around the couch, not sure whether it would be easy to clean up or whether the scents would linger…sense told him he should be doing something to try to mitigate that, but his body wasn’t letting him dare put a stop to the handjob, not a chance, he needed that release, needed it so badly he could barely think.

And Alex seemed to be doing his best to provide. Both hands were getting involved now, at first together to wrap all the way around his shaft, squeezing and stroking up and down and getting him drooling even more. And then he shifted to rubbing two areas at once, one above the medial ring and one below, covering more area and stimulating more of that sensitive length. It was getting Trevor squirming and moaning, his fingers gripping into the couch as he tried to keep himself from erupting in short order…a battle that he was quickly losing, the need was beating out his restraint, just as it consistently had since things had started. He sure HOPED this was just a transformation quirk, it would be a pretty serious problem if he couldn’t control his erection on a regular basis…

Wrapped up in that thought and in trying to keep himself restrained, Trevor was unprepared for what Alex did next. Suddenly the human pitched forward, opening his mouth and dragging his tongue along that drooling slit at the end of Trevor’s dick. And that was it for him - he cried out as he hit his release, sending a furious gush of thick semen right out into Alex’s face. And if he hadn’t been ready for that, he was even less ready for Alex to plant his mouth on top of his cock, letting that virile batter jet out right into his mouth. That didn’t last long - it took only two or three shots for Alex to be overwhelmed, forcing him to pull back as he coughed a bit, and letting the rest of the jets fire up into the air and splash down on Trevor, Alex, the couch, and the floor, the splash zone being pretty considerable. Trevor could do nothing about that in the moment, he was too wrapped up in the feelings - not just the climax, but also the tingle through his body, particularly his chest and arms and legs where the fur hadn’t yet covered…but it was starting to, spreading rapidly up his body, or at least rapidly compared to its normal pace.

Only once the rush ebbed away did Trevor actually become aware of what had happened, and could register the spread of the fur visually. No question, the orgasms literally were accelerating the transformation…he knew they had said physical exertion would speed things up, but this was not the kind of exertion that he’d expected. On the other hand, it was kind of a good thing, wasn’t it? He didn’t want to be in this transitional phase that long, he had things to learn, to get used to…maybe it was better if he tried to speed things along, no matter what the method for doing so. At least jerking off was easier than going out for a run…though perhaps even easier if someone else was doing the work.

“Hoo…wow…” Alex looked a bit unkempt…was the understatement of the day. The human was quite thoroughly splattered with his zebra seed, his face smeared with it, his glasses splashed pretty heavily, his hair looking even whiter. “That…might have been a bit…ah…ambitious…”

“Were you…actually trying to…drink my cum?”

Red appeared on Alex’s face under the white. “I hope I didn’t, um, go too far there…I…well, I’ve kinda…really been hoping to get more…adventurous with guys at uni. The high school I was at, they weren’t exactly the kind of place that was that…open to that sort of thing. And even if they might’ve been, my parents weren’t…absolutely no sex until I was eighteen, and even then not when I was under their roof.”

Trevor could sort of understand that…his parents really couldn’t have given a damn, but Trevor wasn’t really popular in high school, and definitely wasn’t getting any of that sort of action. He had kind of been hoping for more of that as well…though, the way things were going was definitely not how he ever would have imagined that. “Uh…well…I guess…um…h-how did I taste?” That had to be an enormously lame question to ask in the aftermath, right? But he also couldn’t deny being curious…

“A-heh…well…I think maybe it’s an, uh, acquired taste. But I don’t think that’s necessarily your fault! Just maybe kind of a lot for me for the first time…” Alex let out a slight embarrassed giggle. “It wasn’t bad though. Pretty musky and salty...it’s kinda hard to describe it exactly.”

…I’m not really sure what I was expecting as an answer there, really. So Trevor decided not to follow up with that, especially because there were other things to think about. “Well, uh…yeah, okay. I guess I don’t really know what it should be like or anything…uh, but with how much got on you, and on everything else, I think I might need to do something about that…”

“Yeah, it was kind of a mess, wasn’t it? My fault more than yours, really, I wasn’t really doing much to stop it after it got to be too much. I’ll help you clean…uh, but I’m gonna need you to get me to the kitchen, because I kinda can’t see very well without my glasses and at the moment I can’t see WITH them either…”

“Ah, r-right.” Trevor kicked off his shorts and helped Alex to get cleaned up, and then the two of them went to work on taking care of the rest of the mess. Apart from what was on them, which would require a shower for each of them…at least if Trevor needed to release again he could try to do it there and constrain the mess, because the cleanup was definitely NOT the best part of things. His groin seemed to cooperate with him the rest of the evening at least, but even as he conked out on his bed that night, he was pretty sure he could feel it starting to stir again…

At this rate, the rest of the shift was going to be VERY fast.

Transformation, apparently, did not make for restful dreams. Trevor’s were weirder than usual, chaotic, filled with confusing images and feelings…it felt at times like his own body was fighting him in ways, which might have been somewhat true. Not to mention ample amounts of heat and lust, which nothing seemed to sate. He woke up unable to really remember anything he was seeing or feeling, but unquestionably messy - no doubt he’d had wet dreams again, even if he couldn’t recall them.

He didn’t feel exactly well-rested that morning. His body felt strange, even for one that was mid-transformation…he threw off the light sheet and swung his legs over towards the ground, finding it unusually close…clearly, sleeping in the buff had been a good idea, he’d grown a little more overnight. The fur had spread further as well, mostly covering his torso and progressing up his arms, and all the way down his legs…and that was when he had to pause, and blink, as he looked down past the omnipresent erection towards his legs and feet, suddenly registering the reason why things felt strange.

He had HOOVES.

He raised one leg up to look at it, trying to figure out what he was seeing. Yes, it was a hoof, and a big one, broader than he would have expected. His leg shape had taken a slight shift as well, though not as drastic as a feral horse - his ankle was raised, but only modestly, more like a woman’s high-heel than a horse’s nearly-vertical ankle. Trevor stared at it, not quite knowing what to make of it - somehow it hadn’t occurred to him that his entire leg structure would be changed. Maybe that was his own mistake…but it had him worried. Would he have to learn how to walk again or something? How was his balance going to be? He had a lot of athletic things to do, it wouldn’t be good if he couldn’t even walk properly…

He forced himself to stand, hoping that it wouldn’t be too bad. And…it wasn’t. A bit strange, but it was like his mind was already adjusted to it…maybe that was part of what the nanites had been doing overnight, rewiring his brain to match his body. Maybe that was why his dreams had been so weird…

He was cautious at first, testing steps and movements, trying to keep clear of anything he could land on that was breakable or dangerous. He felt like he was standing a bit taller, and his ankles didn’t really want to bend down much, so he wasn’t going to be emulating a human step well any time soon. His steps seemed to work better with a bit more push, and he found that he felt a little more stable with a bit of a forward lean, at least while he was moving; when he was standing still, upright felt fine. He would’ve thought it would be harder, but his leg muscles were thick and strong, and seemed to have no issues with the new build, or the weight they were carrying. It actually surprised him how quickly Trevor got adjusted to the new frame…though, perhaps it shouldn’t have been that surprising, it wasn’t anything he COULDN’T have done as a human, really, he just really didn’t have a reason to.

As soon as he had that worked out, he had the other little problem to take care of…well, in this case, it was more like a big problem. Was his dick BIGGER than before? It wasn’t like he’d been taking measurements but it sure felt that way. And it was just as leaky and hard as it had been so many times in the past couple days…groaning, he made his way back over to the shower, hoping that Alex wasn’t in there, or going to need to be in there any time soon. Though there was a possibility that he might actually like that…Trevor shook his head, trying to cast that thought out. Alex was a roommate, not just a stress outlet, he didn’t want to overly impose on him.

The water cascading down on him was pleasantly warm after a moment…idly Trevor wondered if he should be going for cold instead, but dismissed that thought, if orgasms were pushing him towards the end of this then better to get off than cool off. His hand went back to his log, and he leaned against the wall of the shower as he started to pump himself…hard. The added muscle in his body was being put to work, giving him a tighter grip and faster stroke than he had before. It wasn’t even necessary, it just felt good somehow, to really work himself like he never had before. He felt like he had a lot more energy on top of the added strength…anthroids generally were quite fit, and it wasn’t exactly an accident, if you were changing your body that drastically adding in higher fitness just seemed like a natural perk to include. And it was going to be necessary, because Trevor was expected to be involved in some pretty strenuous athletics.

So that hard and fast beating was just part of the changes, then…but his sensitive dick wasn’t complaining, it liked the firmness and speed that he was giving it. A lot, apparently, because it didn’t take long before he was shooting off again, his heavy balls twitching and tensing as he gushed out another massive load, splattering so hard against the tile that Trevor was half-afraid he might crack it. Which was probably absurd, but he sure was shooting HARD, it was splashing pretty violently against against the wall and splattering down around him. At least the water was ushering most of the stuff towards the drain, but Trevor still needed to spend a bit of time wiping down the wall before he could get back to showering properly. That tingle through his body persisted for a bit, and by the time it was done, he could tell that very little of him looked human anymore…his forearms and hands and head were about the only things not totally zeebified. It couldn’t be long for that...

At least he was settled down again, but the tightness in his clothing was pretty evident as he was making breakfast. Not so much that they were at risk of tearing, but there was definitely a bit of stretch. That was mildly disconcerting, it wasn’t like he had anything larger…there wasn’t much he could do about that, though. So he focused on what he could control, which was satisfying his pretty intense appetite. He didn’t shy away from the granola this time, nor the carrots and celery, chowing down on several of each of the latter and a couple bowls of the former while making the bacon and eggs and toast. It seemed like a lot of food, yet he barely felt satisfied in the end…he could only guess that the transformation was taking a lot of fuel. He was definitely going to have to get some groceries, and probably soon.

He still had some time after eating, so Trevor decided to go for another run. It seemed like a good idea to get some more familiarity with his new legs, what better way to do that than move around? Once again he found a trail that was close by but out of the way, and with good weather and still not many people around, it seemed like he wouldn’t run into too many issues. But it took only a minute of running before he found something he wasn’t fond of - the sound of his hooves clapping against the pavement. It was far too loud for his comfort, it felt like his footsteps were echoing all around him…obviously something he was going to have to get used to, but he moved over to the grass for the time being, which was a lot less awkward for him.

Once he started really running, though…Trevor could feel his heart start to thump as he started to kick up the pace. It felt really good to just MOVE, and it didn’t take long for him to find a comfortable stance to adjust to his legs, a bit more forward with more push-off. He was definitely faster than he had been as a human - whether that was the way his legs were structured or just the added muscle, he didn’t know, and it didn’t really matter that much. At the moment, all that mattered was just running…it was like a lot of his stresses were just melting away with every hoofbeat. It was a fine, freeing feeling, and he knew this was going to be a regular thing for sure, he didn’t want to miss out on this cathartic feeling.

Of course, catharsis wasn’t the only thing he was feeling…once again, the rubbing of his shorts against his sheath was riling him up, and it wasn’t long before he had to slow down because his growing erection was making things awkward. Looking around a bit, Trevor realized he was pretty far down the path, and there were no buildings nearby - which meant, hopefully, a bit of privacy, even if he was out in the open. There was nothing for it, he stepped further off the path and into the trees, hiding behind one as he dropped his shorts and started to jerk himself once again, his leaky cock tingling a bit as he worked his hand over it. Ngh, still so sensitive…but it would feel even better if it was someone else’s hand…or mouth…

The horny thoughts were flooding in, of Brian gawking over his cock, stroking him off like he was enraptured…of Alex leaning over him, lapping at his cock as he stroked it off with both hands. A throb sent a thick splatter of pre onto the grass below, mostly unnoticed by Trevor as his eyes were shut tight, shuddering moans escaping him as he hastened his stroking, the scent of horse musk getting thicker in the air. Someone was probably going to be asking questions about that later, but Trevor would be long gone by then…he wasn’t going to hold anything back this time, he needed to get this out of his system sooner rather than later. Harder, faster, his grip was tightening as he flogged that length, rubbing his fingers over the medial ring as he worked it, enjoying the extra sensitivity of that spot as he neared the finish…

It hit hard yet again, his hips jerking a bit as he fired off hard, sending jets of white across the grass in front of him, over and over. His balls tightened reflexively, forcing out more of that virile load than it looked like should be possible…it might have been even MORE than what he let loose in the shower earlier. How was he this productive? But that was a secondary consideration to the growing tingle throughout his body - and especially his head and face. A weird crawling, tightening and stretching, burning sensation that had him suddenly VERY uncomfortable…panting raggedly, he dropped to his hands and knees, still shooting off, the pain and discomfort jarring against the backdrop of orgasm that had his head spinning constantly.

It was easily the most uncomfortable shift yet, and one he would’ve much preferred to be asleep for. His face stretching out, warping in shape and structure, every element of it changing and shifting without any clear control. He wanted to cry out, but he forced himself not to, didn’t want to draw attention to this, someone was probably going to panic watching an active transformation…his head was fuzzing over, though, and it felt like his thoughts were getting muddied, he wasn’t sure what he was doing at all, apart from still jetting cum onto the grass, probably looking like the most baffling sight one could ever see, but he would rather that no one had any chance to witness it.

Only when the discomfort and euphoria ebbed away did he blink away the tears and blurriness, trying to get his brain back up and running properly again. He sat back and rubbed his head, trying to get it to feel right with a bit of touch feedback. He couldn’t really see much, of course…his eyes could only see so much, and what they could see was some of that black muzzle in front of it. It was almost certainly a close approximation of a zebra’s head, he couldn’t see it but he had to assume that was what it was. And at least his exploration seemed to bear that out - ears up near the top of his head, fur all over it, and a long muzzle with a broad nose and jaw, which he worked up and down to get used to. His eyes were still in front, at least…and noticing a bunch of hair around where he’d had the incident. He reached up in a bit of trepidation, but felt a bit of relief to feel there was still something up there…it was more of a horse-like mane, almost like a mohawk, and he imagined it probably had similar color to his fur. All things he would have to confirm with a mirror, but somehow Trevor didn’t think he was going to get too ambushed with anything.

He stood up again, the weirdness slowly fading. Looking at himself, he could see his arms were totally covered in fur now, and his hands had changed just a little, his fingers had gotten broader and the nails broader and flatter…it would take a bit of getting used to, but they were familiar enough that they probably wouldn’t be a problem. He could also feel a tail behind him, which was making it challenging to get his shorts up in a comfortable position…he needed a hole in them for the tail, he somehow hadn’t thought about that. As he looked himself over, it was dawning on Trevor that pretty much every major part of his appearance had been altered now…he WAS a zebra anthroid, in every distinguishable way. It was almost hard to believe…if someone had looked at him now, they’d never have known that he was an ordinary human just three days ago. Maybe working to his benefit, as Quarterlin would want him to embrace the Zidane identity completely while at events - people would probably have a harder time with that if they thought of him as a human.

That should have been it…except, there was a niggling feeling in the back of Trevor’s head that it wasn’t done. Like he would know when it was, and it hadn’t reached that point. But if there was nothing more to change in his form, then…it could only be that he wasn’t done growing yet. How much more WAS there? He was already quite a bit larger than he used to be, surely it had to end sometime…but there was really nothing more to do but let it happen at its own pace. Or, perhaps, speed it along a bit…he started off towards the athletic center again at a brisk trot, resisting the urge to go all out but letting himself blow off some energy, and maybe push whatever changes remained towards the surface.

———

It was all too clear, by the time he reached the athletic center, that Trevor still had something coming. All the feelings of the past two days were still there, and perhaps even more intense than before. It was like his body was trying to focus on completing the transformation while the rest of him was trying to live his life…maybe that was exactly the truth. And as it had been before, it was proving to be quite inconvenient for his efforts to focus on things with Coach Willekes.

Perhaps it was fortunate that the coach was a little more interested in his shape than the lesson for the day, then. “You must be close to being done, huh?” he remarked as he had Trevor standing in front of him, inspecting him up and down. Trevor was a bit flushed as the outline of his cock and balls was pretty obvious in his overly-tight shorts; there was no way Coach Will would be missing it. “Gotta say…this is pretty impressive. I’ve heard of this stuff before but to actually see the progress from how you were before to how you are now, it’s a real eye-opener.”

“Y-yeah, try being on the other end of it. I hope it’ll be totally done soon…it’s kind of been a major distraction.”

“I’ve noticed. Hm, interesting that you’re on hooves…not quite a fully equine leg, though. That’s good, means we won’t have to adapt the motions too much. You’ll want to make sure you have good balance on those, you’ll be doing cartwheels and backflips. Also, you’re gonna have to watch yourself in space, I do NOT want you cracking someone on the head with one of those.”

“I…hadn’t even thought about that.” Okay, to be fair, he’d had hooves for a matter of hours, he couldn’t have thought about all the logistics of that in such a short amount of time, especially with the distraction of the transformation.

“Don’t worry, that’s why there’s plenty of people around to help you. We’re going to have to instruct the cheer team to work on adapting for that, to make sure there are no incidents.” Coach Will’s eyes went towards Trevor’s groin, an eyebrow going up as he saw the bulges underneath. “Still having issues with that? I hope that’s not going to be a persistent thing, we can’t have a mascot who’s about to pop out like that in front of a stadium full of viewers.”

“Trust me, I don’t want that either. I, uh…I’ll ask the doctor about it if it hasn’t gone away by the time of my check-up.”

“Good. Hopefully it’ll fix itself once this is done.” Coach Will mercifully shifted his attention to Trevor’s face. “Dang, did it hurt when THAT changed?”

Trevor let out a bit of a snort. “It didn’t feel good, coach, I can tell you that much.”

“Have to imagine that’d be the hardest part. You finding it hard at all to talk? Definitely looks like your mouth’s a bit different, though maybe not as much as some other anthroids.”

“Not really? The, uh, I read that the nanites, they kinda…rework your brain or something, so that you can talk without too much trouble even if your mouth isn’t like a human’s. I’m not sure how it all works, there was a lot of technical stuff in there that was over my head.”

“Certainly better than not being able to understand you. Of course, that means you won’t have an excuse for any communication issues - you’ll need to be sure you’re in the loop with the rest of the cheer team. Don’t let them intimidate you and don’t let yourself intimidate them. I know it’s gonna be a new experience for everyone but I expect everyone here to get along, we’re all people here.”

“Sure, Coach Will.” Trevor doubted it would be as easy as that - people already gave him some funny looks as he was walking places. Anthroids were still a novelty and a strangeness, something that Trevor knew going in, but hopefully being the mascot would ease that with a lot of people. Not as awkward as if they were staring at his boner, which Coach Will seemed to be doing again…he felt a heat rise in him, was this just going to be a thing? Was everyone going to be inexplicably drawn to his cock now? Already he’d gotten a good bit of attention because of it…

…That was when he was aware that the heat wasn’t subsiding, it was growing. So was the tingle. So was the tension… “C-coach, I gotta…I gotta get…it’s about to…”

“Oh, go, go, we’ll pick up tomorrow,” Coach Will said quickly, waving him on. Trevor didn’t wait for anything further, he stumbled out of the room and then got his balance and clopped over hurriedly towards the locker room, while his head was spinning and his body was getting a rush of conflicting and uncomfortable sensations, like something was about to explode out of him or something…

He barely got into the locker room before he felt his body seize up, and he stumbled onto his hands and knees. His jaw clenched, fingers curled into the concrete floor as he felt a rumble and shaking within him. It felt like things were swelling up, his arms and legs and body were inflating, even his cock and balls felt like they were growing once again…no changes in shape, but the tightness of his clothes was getting oppressive, almost painful in places as they strained to contain his growing body. He clearly had underestimated his final size, these were the largest clothes he had and they still weren’t enough…he was almost trying to will himself not to let that last change happen to keep them intact. But his body refused to comply, stretching them more and more as muscles built, packed upon each other, become more defined and imposing, flooding him with strength and energy…

Trevor’s shirt was the first to fail, splitting apart first at the seams with loud ripping sounds, and then tearing at the body as his bulking torso stressed it too far. His shorts had been built a bit more sturdy, but that wasn’t enough as the pressure of his legs and his hips and his cock overwhelmed them, causing them to tear in multiple points along the legs and then the groin, the elastic band holding out longest until it was snapped by that heavy cock. As the tatters fell away, Trevor shivered, still feeling that tingle of growth and musculation, but the feeling of his body being unencumbered by those too-tight garments was a blessed relief.

Finally the feelings ebbed away, Trevor’s body finally settled down, the tingle and heat fading into nothingness. Trevor found himself panting at first, then slowly getting control over his breathing. He felt…good. Slowly he rose up, shaking his head a bit to cast away the cobwebs, and took stock of himself. And what he found was, he was BIG. Not just beefy, though he was that, too - the muscles all over his body had gotten quite a bit more defined, powerful pecs and amazing abs, thick arms and legs that made him look like he’d been working out for a couple of decades, and as good as they looked, they FELT even stronger. But he was also significantly taller than he had been, as well - he’d gotten somewhat taller over the course of the transformation, but this had been a much more dramatic change. He didn’t have any way to measure directly, but based on where he stood compared to the lockers, it had to have been a good foot of extra height. His cock was still heavy and full, a couple extra inches in length and some added girth his reward for that last rush, and his balls hung heavy beneath that sheath, fuller and rounder than they even had been before.

As Trevor checked himself out, he became aware that the persistent feelings he’d had over the last several days had finally gone away. This was it, the changes were properly done now, he was as transformed as he was going to be. And he was amazed at just how incredible it felt…already he felt a well of energy building in him, he felt like he wanted to go out there and storm through a football field full of tacklers, or hit the gym and pump hundreds of pounds of iron, or run across the entire campus. Of course, he had nothing to wear for any of that, but…as he rubbed a hand through his light fur, he felt oddly like that was best, there was just this feeling like not having anything on him was just how it should be. And now that he was fully transformed, he didn’t HAVE to wear anything, except for official events and practices and such…and he felt like he was going to enjoy that for a while before one of those inevitably came about. The only thing that was still there was that he was horny, but he HAD been denying himself for a while…

“Trevor?” The zebra jumped a bit as he heard a voice behind him, and whipped around, somewhat forgetting his obvious lewdness. Fortunately, it was someone who was familiar with it already - Brian was standing there, eyes wide open and drinking in his form. The linebacker was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, seemingly already having finished his own business. “Holy shit…”

“Hey, Brian…” Trevor was a bit struck, his voice had dropped a bit deeper now, and he kind of liked how it sounded. “Uh, have you been there long?”

“I, uh…I kinda…was hoping to see you, so…I was waiting for you. I saw everything…” Brian stepped up towards Trevor, the zebra feeling a bit weird that now he drastically outclassed the human in every dimension…he wasn’t used to having to look down at someone like Brian. Yet, again, it was a feeling he rather liked…as well as the feeling of Brian rubbing his hands through his thin fur over his muscular chest. “Holy shit…that’s amazing…you’re…you’re ripped…”

“Yeah, I guess I am…feels kinda good.” Trevor took in a breath, and picked up the scent of Brian’s arousal…oh, that was turning him on quite nicely. “Are you…”

“Fuck…I…” Brian’s eyes dipped towards Trevor’s dick, and his hands went towards it, rubbing it a bit and hefting it in his hands. “God, this is…h-holy…”

“Ngh…Brian, if you play with that too much, it’s going to want more…”

“I…I do, too…” Brian took a deep breath and let it out shakily. “Fuck…I…d-don’t tell anyone about this, it’s…I don’t think they’ll, uh…understand…”

Trevor cocked his head. “What do you mean?”

“I…fuck. I’ve got…SUCH a fucking…THING for horses.” Brian’s hands were rubbing Trevor’s cock a little more, coaxing precum out of the leaky shaft. “I’m…not really…I’m not…into guys most times, but…just…there’s something about horses…and horse dudes especially…they just…I want them SO bad. And seeing you like this, I…fuck, Trevor, I NEED you to fuck me, PLEASE…”

Such an intense come-on, it would have probably intimidated Trevor too much even yesterday. But today…today he felt like he could take on the world. And his cock was VERY eager to get some use, and having someone practically throwing himself at him…how could Trevor say no? But, there was one thing…an idea that occurred to him, as he learned towards Brian, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I think…that sounds like a REALLY good idea. But, I have one condition…” He felt a grin come to his face, he wasn’t sure why he found this idea spicy but he did. “When I take you into that shower…I’m Zidane.”

The way Brian’s eyes lit up, he had a feeling he had a winner. There was something just a little bit scandalous about it, the idea that one of the football players was getting rawed by the school mascot…embracing that identity in the moment was clearly something they both loved. “Fuck, yeah…pound my ass, Zidane…”

“With pleasure.” The zebra anthroid nudged Brian to follow him into the shower area, hooves echoing loudly on the hard concrete floor and then on tile. Hopefully not enough to cause damage, but not something he could really control. As he got in there, he assumed the mindset…he was going to have to do this anyway, make him think of himself as Zidane Zebra, get into the very identity of him, someone who had an established persona…he very much doubted they expected him to use it for something like this, but so long as he wasn’t doing it on official events, it wasn’t like they could stop him. And hey, one could conceivably think of this as practice, right?

So when he turned back to Brian, it was Zidane looking at the reverent human. “So, you think you’re ready to ride a REAL horse?”

Brian’s nod couldn’t have been harder. “I’m so fucking ready. I’ve been practicing…I’ve been using a toy, it’s…fuck, almost as big as you are, I think…”

Apparently he wasn’t exaggerating when he said he had a big thing about horses. All the better for Zidane. “Heh, thought you were gonna get all prepared for me, did you? But I’m gonna show you how size ain’t the only thing you have to deal with. Why don’t you get against that wall?”

With a breathy moan, Brian made for the wall of the shower, probably expecting that he would just brace himself against it and wait for the action…which meant he wasn’t ready when Zidane, just a step or two away from the wall, suddenly grabbed him and lifted him bodily, thumping him against the wall with just enough force to be imposing without actually being violent. One arm was pinned between Brian’s chest and the wall, the other had grabbed Brian’s leg and had it in a firm hold, pulled back to keep the human’s ass right at the right level. The human gasped and moaned again, with obvious excitement, as Zidane rubbed his shaft against his rear, pushing back into the zebra. “Oh, you like that, do you? Heh, you’ve been practicing your ass with a toy, but you haven’t actually been able to practice feeling a whole equine manhandling you, have you?”

“Hhh…n-no…it’s so…ngh, good…” Brian was squirming a bit, but it was definitely not an effort to escape. Zidane could tell he was hard as a rock, loving every second of this. He kept an arm wrapped around Brian’s chest…there was a good bit of muscle there, it was a somewhat heavy build yet with enough streamline to give himself some range of motion, ideal for his linebacker position. Yes, he was tall, beefy, fit…but Zidane was taller, beefier, fitter. It was a thrill in his own right to know that this stud footballer who’d probably have a pro career was outclassed by him in just about every way. And this was really driving the excitement he was feeling at that moment - so much of what had been going on before was just hormonal horniness out of control, this was the first time he was really feeling like the lust was HIM rather than the transformation. And he was rapidly finding he preferred that feeling.

Of course, just because he was more in control didn’t mean he wasn’t feeling that need hitting hard. So he didn’t let it linger for long…he pulled his hips back, letting the weight of his cock carry the head down to press against Brian’s ass. Once he had that blunt end pressed against that pucker, he pushed, trying to rein in the urge to just buck and control his entry so he didn’t hurt Brian. It was quite a bit of a surprise, though, when that pucker stretched quite readily for him, letting himself slide in initially much more rapidly than he would have expected…and that caused Zidane’s control to slip a bit, and he suddenly surged forward, pounding several inches in more quickly than he’d intended. The brief fear that he’d overdone it was rapidly dispelled by Brian’s amorous cry, the human’s body shuddering a bit as he clenched down on that thick tool, squeezing it nice and tightly.

Holy SHIT that feels good.

It was a hell of a way to lose his virginity - in a completely different body than his original one. And hell if it wasn’t just as good as he thought it would be…most people said it was usually a lot more awkward than most imagined, but thanks to the swell of confidence he had, he was making the most of it. He pulled back slightly, then thrust in, a bit deeper, with Brian’s voice ringing out in the shower over his grunt as he felt more of that cock sink in - and it sure as hell felt like he could’ve pushed it even harder. Brian was crazy accommodating, it was wild. “Fuck, you’ve been practicing a lot, haven’t you? Feels like I could sheath my dick in you with barely any effort.”

“Hhh…wazza…special toy…oh, fuck, more, Zidane, please…” How could Zidane resist a plea like that? He pulled back and then decided to go for it, driving in to the very hilt. Brian clamped down hard on that dick as he bottomed out - it felt like he’d pushed so much in, and yet Brian had barely hitched. A special toy indeed…it twigged something he’d heard about. Nanotech wasn’t just about large-scale transformations like his, it had all sorts of applications…and he’d seen someone mention, during his research on the subject, that certain toys had nanitic agents that could ‘adjust’ someone to be able to take more sizable objects. He hadn’t been looking for that info specifically, but it had come up pretty naturally when looking at people who had made the anthroid change; a lot of anthroids made themselves rather…ample…and enthusiasts used toys like that to make it easy for them to handle that. The implication was hard to miss - Brian had been anticipating doing something with an equine anthroid…and it was a distinct possibility that he had very deliberately been expecting to do it with Zidane.

And that was super hot to think about in that moment.

His grip tightened on Brian, and he pressed more of his weight against the human as he started to work back and forth. The continued accommodation was dispelling any concerns he had about overdoing it, as were Brian’s blissful wails, which were sharp and short as he tried desperately to catch his breath. It was a bit noisier than he expected, but a lot of that was Zidane’s pre pouring out and lubing up that already-willing ass, which was taking him all the way and not protesting the more vigorous action. The way Brian clenched down, making his whole shaft feel that tension at once…the masturbation couldn’t come close to covering all that real estate so effectively, this was the first time he was really getting the full experience and he knew he was going to want a whole lot more of it.

It wasn’t long before he picked up the pace, hips smacking into Brian’s rear with a fair bit of force, his balls swaying sharply and smacking into Brian’s here and there. Some of that leaky pre was drooling out whenever he pulled out, and the wet smacks when he surged forward splattered droplets everywhere, getting on both of them. The scent of it was really starting to hit Zidane’s nose, that thick scent of musk and lust were making his heart thud solidly against his chest. Without realizing it he was getting wilder, grunting deeply and sounding slowly more animalistic as he rut harder and faster into Brian, forcing the sounds right into the human’s ear. Brian’s voice was getting higher, a desperate need creeping in…he was squeezing harder, pushing back, squirming ever more, twisting even a little when that cock speared in. “F-fuck…more! Please!”

Zidane did just that - in that moment, he really cut loose, letting the strength and the wildness fly fully. He started to slam in and out with reckless abandon, trying to almost force Brian’s body into orgasm with force alone. He didn’t really have to try to find that pleasure button Brian had in there, his thick shaft made it impossible to miss, and he was giving it a workout it had never had before. He could feel that need bubbling up in his own loins, he was getting close, VERY close, VERY quickly…the world’s longest rut it would never be, but he was trying to hold back until he got Brian off, not wanting to leave the human wanting in any way. It was almost a race, though, his resistance was waning fast under the frenzied rutting, that throbbing feeling signaling an impending release that he wasn’t sure he could do anything about, it felt almost like his body was overriding his control once again and he honestly wasn’t really bothered by that…

Suddenly he felt it, that first surge of seed gushing out of his cock and into Brian’s insides. A cry that was almost halfway to a whinny rushed from him as he fucked harder, slamming in and out and unleashing his voluminous spunk into Brian’s ass. It was a few thrusts into this when he felt Brian suddenly start clenching down even harder, and only then did he finally slam in and hold himself there, letting himself jet his thick load into Brian’s guts while the human’s pearly essence splashed against the wall and the floor, painting the tile a brighter white than the dingy pallor it normally had. It wasn’t long before Zidane’s seed was joining it, more pumping out than Brian could keep inside him; even with how taut his ass was stretched around the zebra cock lodged in him, some of that fluid found its way out and squirted down to splatter around Zidane’s hooves. But plenty of it was staying firmly stuck inside Brian, making sure the human got his fill of zebra in every possible way - for the first time, and Zidane suspected definitely NOT the last. And he had a feeling he’d be more than down for that.

Even though Zidane had reached his limit before Brian had, it took longer for him to stop shooting; Brian’s body had stopped trying to milk him a fair bit before his release was reduced to dribbles. Both of them stayed where they were, panting, catching their breath and reveling in the blissful afterglow…Zidane wasn’t going to forget that rush any time soon, it was quite a bit different from all those orgasms during the transformation, more satisfying by far. Maybe it was going to be trickier getting these hook-ups arranged once they were in the thick of the season, but he’d find a way if it was going to be this good.

Eventually, he pulled Brian away from the wall, holding him up still lodged on his shaft. “Everything you hoped for?”

“Fuck…so yes…everything and more…” Brian sounded a bit out of it, but also over the moon. “We HAVE to do that again…soon…”

“We’ll find a way, I’m sure,” Zidane assured him. “Gonna have to get cleaned up now, though, I’ve got stuff I need to get to, and I think you do, too.”

“Ng, yeah…holy shit, still…wow…actually got fucked by Zidane…” Brian seemed to still be trying to process it all as Zidane pulled him off his dick and helped him stand as he turned on one of the showers. The initially cool water was a bit of a shock to the system that helped clear their heads a bit, and then it warmed up nicely to a steamy cleaning that felt nice and relaxing. They weren’t being shy with their hands, Zidane helping to make sure plenty of that seed got cleaned out of Brian while the human rubbed the zebra’s dick clean…had the time been right, it could have been the prelude to round 2. Maybe at some point they’d be able to make it happen like that, but for now Zidane was going to be satisfied with the first.

“You’re gonna have to give me your number at some point,” Brian said as they emerged from the shower. “I know a couple’a hook-up spots we probably won’t have to worry about anyone looking in on us.”

“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of chances to cross paths in the coming days,” Zidane assured him. “Might be a bit busy for me for a bit as I get the crash course. But an ass that good needs to get what it craves.”

“Fuck…this is gonna be the best year ever…” Brian’s words were starting to be Zidane’s feelings exactly. Who knew being the mascot was going to feel THIS good?

———

It was a bit of a surreal experience for Trevor getting back to his apartment that afternoon. At the moment, he quite literally had nothing to wear - his largest clothes had failed to contain his body, and the ruins of them weren’t even enough to reliably cover up. And yet…when he left the building completely in the buff, not only did he not feel self-conscious, he actually felt BETTER than when he was wearing clothes. Sure, he was getting some looks, but it was like it didn’t even matter compared to how good the open air felt on his body. A good thing, because he was going to have no actual choice for the next several days…he would have to order some stuff to wear that would fit him, and he needed to get measurements so the university could get him fitted for some athletic wear. Now that the changes were presumably done, they could do that…but Trevor had a solid feeling that, unless it was a sports event or class, he wouldn’t be wearing anything on the regular. It was weird, before everything he had thought there was no way he could be comfortable with that, but now that he was there, it was such a natural feeling that it had gone all the way to feeling like he couldn’t WANT to cover up.

He took a more leisurely pace back to his building, enjoying both the free feeling of the air on his body and the unburdened feeling of not being on the edge of an erection like he had been for the past few days. He COULD get in trouble for that, and he had no intention of risking that, but he wasn’t feeling that constant stir so he wasn’t feeling a need to rush. There was an odd level of confidence in him now, too, even waving to a few of the people who were staring at him as he passed...that wasn’t something he’d been expecting, but maybe it was just that this body felt really good. And he could tell the looks he was getting were mostly confusion and curiosity, not derision or disgust…heck, he was pretty sure a couple of those passersby were flushing a bit. Maybe people really ARE that into horses.

It was almost a shame to come back inside, but Trevor did have some business to take care of, so he gave himself a promise that he’d go out for a run again that evening…he probably needed to eat something again anyway. His hooves were making a fair bit of noise against the hard floors as he got in, but the sound wasn’t as off-putting to him anymore, it sounded more right. The one issue was that the doorway felt a fair bit tight to him, but he had a feeling that was going to be pretty normal from now on. Indeed, everything felt a bit small to him, but that was just because he was pretty huge.

“Trevor? Is that…oh, wow!” Trevor’s ears twitched as he heard Alex’s voice, and looked over to see the bespectacled young man ogling him. “You’re…wow, you’re all the way changed! You look incredible!”

“Heh, yeah, I feel pretty incredible, too.” Trevor grinned back, stretching a bit and not really being shy about his exposed crotch. “Clothes can’t say the same thing, they didn’t make it. Can’t really say I’m that broken up about it, really, they weren’t gonna be a great fit for the tail anyway.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, you want specialty clothes. There’s a few sites you can look at for anthroid wear, I can show you some of them.” Alex said this without even looking slightly away from Trevor, and he wasn’t minding that in the slightest.

“I like that idea. Lemme grab my laptop, you can show me where to go, I gotta send a few e-mails anyway…”

It turned out to be the perfect addition to his plans. An e-mail off to the athletic department telling them he was ready for a fitting, and to Coach Will letting him know that things seemed to be done and he should be more focused tomorrow - but to expect him to be without clothing for the next few sessions. And then Alex showed him some sites that Trevor hadn’t known about, apparel sites catering specifically to anthroids of a wide variety of shapes and sizes. Some surprisingly stylish stuff for a group that wasn’t obligated to dress up most of the time…some of it was a bit racy, but there were plenty of options that wouldn’t grate against anyone, and Trevor was able to order a few shirts and pairs of shorts that were designed for an equine shape.

All this while Alex was leaning into him, rubbing his muscles gently, almost reverently. “You look so fucking amazing…wow. This is amazing, can’t believe I’m actually doing this…”

“You like this, huh?” chuckled Trevor, putting his beefy arm around Alex and pulling him closer. His cock was stirring again…even though the insatiable horniness seemed to have gone away, he apparently had a pretty healthy libido still. “Is everyone around me just into horse dudes? Or is there a reason you know about these apparel sites?”

“Ah…I mean…” Alex blushed a bit. “I’m, uh…I’m kind of a furry enthusiast…and I’m…VERY into anthroids…in general, I mean, not just…one type. But…I’m, uh, I’m not the kind who wanted to be one myself, I just…wanted to be WITH one. I, uh…sorry, I…I know that probably sounds kinda shallow…it’s not like I think you’re not a good guy or anything if you’re not a zebra anthroid. But…I mean, I…this is just…how I am. And…well, that’s definitely why I had my, uh, eyes drawn to you.”

“I guess I can’t blame you for that…if that’s something you’re into, then it has to feel like a dream come true when you can get that chance,” agreed Trevor. “But…you know I’m not going to stay like this, right? I go back at the end of the school year.”

“I mean…even if I only have a chance for a little while…I also…you know, want to get to know you for you, too. It wouldn’t be fair if I was only with you because you were an anthroid…and, you seem like a pretty cool guy, and there’s things we both like, too…” Alex cuddled into Trevor a bit, looking up at him. “But…I mean, it’s your choice, too, I…I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want…”

Trevor couldn’t help but find Alex cute, looking up at him like that. Maybe it wasn’t the deepest draw in the world, but…on the other hand, it wasn’t like Trevor was taken, Brian had made clear it was just a fling thing for them, and he was fine with that. And really, just because his appearance had been the initial draw didn’t mean that was all Alex would care about…why not give it a chance? Trevor liked feeling desirable anyway, physically desirable especially, since he really had never been before. If it didn’t last…well, something told him he would have options.

“I think…I’d be more than interested in getting together.” Trevor couldn’t help but feel good at how Alex’s eyes lit up as he closed the laptop and set it aside. “I’d like to get to know you better, too…and if I’ve only got a limited time to take advantage of this, then maybe I should do it while I can.”

“That’s…gosh, Trevor…or, uh, should I…call you Zidane? I don’t know what you’d prefer, I know you’re trying to get into the mindset and all…”

Trevor thought for a moment, but it really wasn’t a difficult call. With Brian, it made more sense to be Zidane…but with Alex, he wanted to be himself. “I’d rather it be Trevor…that’s how we get to really know each other. I’ve got plenty of people I have to be Zidane around anyway.”

“Sure, yeah, that makes sense.” Alex’s hand went towards Trevor’s groin, where his cock was pushing back out of its sheath, and started toying with it. “So, uh…you wanna show me what this big boy can do, Trevor?”

“It’s definitely tempting…” Trevor was certainly feeling the urge to use it, but it wasn’t overriding his judgment. Alex certainly had the desire, but the one guy he’d stuffed himself into had been practicing with a specialized toy for a good while, and was already a fairly big guy to start with…Alex was quite a bit smaller, and unless he had been doing the same, there was a reason to hesitate. “You think you can handle this? It’s pretty damn big, and I don’t wanna hurt you while trying to give you a good time.”

“Ah…well, I may have a way to help with that…” Alex flushed again. “You wanna come up to my room?”

“Sure thing.” Trevor stood up, with his arm still wrapped around Alex - which meant that he was hauling the young man up with him. Alex eeped a bit, but by the time Trevor started carrying him up, he was giggling excitedly; it was pretty obvious he liked the idea of a big anthroid boyfriend making use of that size. Well, maybe it was a bit hasty to be saying ‘boyfriend’, but Trevor wasn’t averse to the idea of that happening, really…if things went well, maybe that was on the horizon. Things to think about another time, right now he wanted to see what Alex had in mind for making this work…

He nudged Alex’s door open with a hoof and clopped in, setting Alex down on his bed before thumping down on it himself, sprawling out a bit and showing off his fully-hard shaft. He felt almost too big for the room, but he had a feeling he’d feel too big for his own as well…he was just going to have to get used to that, he figured. “A’right, so, what’s your plan? Unless you’ve been practicing somehow, I don’t think it’s gonna be smooth sailing getting into you. I’m a whole lotta zeeb, and you’re kinda not a lotta human.”

“Yeah, I know…” Alex got up off the bed, and started working his clothes off as he went over to his dresser. “But I was…well, I know my type, and I was kind of planning ahead…there’s not a lot of anthroids at Quarterlin itself, but there’s a small community of them in Adelville. I was hoping to get to know some of them, and…well, you can guess what I was hoping that would lead to. But I know I needed something that would make it easier, and I couldn’t really afford one of those neat toys that gets you ready…not that my parents ever would’ve allowed that anyway.” Alex dumped his clothes onto a chair and pulled a jar of something out of his dresser. “But I was able to get something...back during the holidays, I managed to sneak this through among the gifts I was ordering. They never knew about it because I didn’t use it, waited to start doing anything until I got here.”

Trevor raised an eyebrow as Alex came back to the bed with the jar; there was something yellow-colored inside, not exactly the most attractive color ever. “That’s some kinda lube, I’m guessing?”

“Yeah, it’s a special type. It’s nano-active, but not super strong…they say if you use it enough, you’ll be able to handle anything eventually, but it takes a lot of, uh, repeated use to get the full effect, slower than those toys by a long shot. I’m not even sure this jar would be enough for that. But I’ve, um, fingered myself with it a little bit…and if we use it, and if we take it slow, I might be able to get…well, some of it in me, anyway. I don’t know how much, I can only get so deep…”

“True…but I can think of something that can get deeper. Maybe if we take it slow and let you adjust, I’ll be able to slip more of it in over time. I’ll be careful, and you can tell me if you’re having trouble with it, I’ll stop any time if you’re feeling anything bad.”

“Yeah, but I definitely want to try…this is maybe a lot to try, but if I can get to handling this, then…well, I should be able to handle just about anything, it’s hard to imagine someone being that much bigger than you.” Alex popped open the jar, showing that it was mostly full, just as he said; the scent of it was better than the look, it had a kind of citrusy scent that Trevor kind of liked. “It shouldn’t do anything to you, I don’t think? It’s supposed to be responsive to certain tissues or something, I don’t know how it works exactly but I’ve seen plenty of people swear by it.”

A nod from Trevor. “Not sure what it could really do to me anyway, I’m not worried. Let’s go for it.”

It was a very different process from his earlier round with Brian. That had just been a blitz of activity with very little build-up, a quick and energetic romp that had satisfied that itch in a hurry…Alex needed a lot more preparation, and Trevor was having to fight the urges to rush things, his stiff dick hard and insistent on getting on with it but the rest of him trying to be more cautious. He was taking the lead on getting Alex prepped, scooping out some of that special lube and slowly working it into Alex’s tight pucker…very slowly, Alex was getting his first time here, and Trevor’s finger was a whole lot larger than either Alex’s fingers or the nozzle of the bulb he’d been using to clean himself out, which was the most he’d ever pushed anything in. It took a bit of work to even get one finger truly inside, after a bit of smearing that lube right around the star itself it seemed to give a little bit more easily, allowing him to pop in and work a finger around to spread more of the stuff around. And he repeated that, once, twice, three times, before he could stretch it enough to get even a second finger in…it certainly wasn’t an immediate response, but it was working, if slowly.

Alex was doing more than just sitting there passively, though…while Trevor was prepping his rear, he was attending to the zebra’s dick, rubbing it all over, licking it up and down and across the broad head, giving it more than enough attention to keep him raring to go. Trevor’s tail was flicking back and forth between his legs, betraying his eagerness as he tried to keep his dick from making too big a mess before he was ready…not that he was succeeding well at that, he was as productive as ever, it appeared. Alex didn’t seem to care that much, he was licking some of it up but letting plenty of it drool freely down that thick shaft, maybe providing some of a different kind of lubrication for when the action went further. Every little bit would help, especially with as tight as Alex still was…Trevor was making sure he could stretch a bit, getting moans out of the human as he tried to relax and let Trevor play around and prep him as much as possible.

But there was only so much Trevor could do. He had managed to get three fingers inside Alex, working him slowly open as he spread them over and over, trying to get Alex used to the feeling. But there was a distinct limit to how deep he could go…he’d pushed his digits in as deep as he could, but they were hardly going to be sufficient for his actual length. At least he felt like maybe he could get inside…and then maybe his cock could do the rest of the work, if they were lucky. “You good, Alex?”

“Ahn, yeah…I definitely feel it, it’s…warm. Mmn, all that stretching I think helped.” He took the jar from the bed and grabbed a fair bit of that yellow-colored stuff out and started rubbing it generously down Trevor’s tool. His own response to it wasn’t the same as Alex’s, it felt cool to him, particularly on that sensitive part, and it made the air around it feel cooler as well…but, well, he probably wasn’t getting the nanoactivity, so that probably made sense. Alex was being awfully bold about it, though, spreading that lube all the way down the length of Trevor’s horse dong. Trevor had a few more doubts that he’d get all the way in, and whether it was even wise to try…but he’d at least give it a sporting effort as long as Alex wasn’t in agony.

Once he was lubed up, Trevor tapped Alex on the back. “Think it might be best if you’re trying to ride me, will make it easier for you to control how deep it goes.”

“Okay…” Alex lifted himself up and turned around so he was facing Trevor, the zebra leaned back on the pillows, arms out to help keep him steady. He slowly squatted down, until his ass was meeting that blunt head…it took a bit of shifting around to find the right angle, but eventually Trevor’s cock was wedged against that pucker. “Nngh…can you…stretch me, a bit?”

“Sure can.” Trevor reached out and took hold of the globes of Alex’s rear, grinning a bit as he got a nice firm hold near the cleft and cautiously pulled them apart - and he could tell that star was loosening more readily than it had to start. That was a good sign, at least, but there was more stretch to come than anything he’d put it through yet. Still, Alex seemed determined enough - once he had a solid stretch there, he suddenly pushed down, dropping himself onto that cock and letting gravity do some of the work of getting that thing in there. Trevor braced himself, trying not to buck up and overdo things…but he could feel that stretch working, slowly spreading Alex until the broad head of that equine dick pushed inside with a slick squishing slurp.

Alex didn’t catch himself at first, a few inches of that log slipping in surprisingly quickly, before he gasped a bit and grabbed Trevor’s arms to hold himself up. “Haah…w-wow…that’s…wow…”

“You okay there?”

“Yeah…it feels…good, up to here. Think that’s about how deep you were able to get…probably won’t be as easy from here. But I think…just…slowly, that’ll probably help…”

“You go as slow as you need.” Trevor tried to give Alex a reassuring smile, though how much it come off like that and how much it looked like he was barely reining himself in was impossible for him to say. The urge to buck up was awful, but Trevor forced himself to stay still, letting Alex do the work. The human was slowly pushing down, fractions of an inch at a time, and then pulling up, letting the lube do its work slowly as it was applied deeper and deeper inside him. It was a slow process, but it did seem to be gradually having an effect, the strain slowly ebbing from Alex’s features with every minute of nanitic adjustment his innards were getting. Trevor could swear he could see a bit of his girth giving an ever-so-slight stretch to Alex’s midsection, not ostentatious but it was definitely easier to see it in a skinny young man like Alex than someone built like Brian. It had to be having quite the impact…

Things slowed again when Alex reached the medial ring, his pucker tentative as he pushed against it. Most likely it wasn’t the stretch of the ring itself, but that it would again be harder to avoid pushing down farther than intended to get past it...this seemed like a moment for Trevor to step in. “You want me to get that in there for you?”

“Y-yeah…” Alex was sweating, panting, he looked a bit weary, but also determined…Trevor could see the steel on his expression.

“We don’t have to. I’m not gonna make you take the whole thing on the first time. We can work you up to it.”

“Hhnn…I…I really…” Alex shook his head. “I…I want to try. I…I always…wanted to get it…all the way in, first time…i-if you can hold out that long, if you can’t…”

It was going to be tough - the ride may have been slow, but Trevor had been pushed a fair bit already, and he could easily have finished himself off with a few half-thrusts into Alex. But he could hold on as long as he could. “All right, I’ll do my best. But don’t overdo it, bail out if you can’t manage it. You need more lube?”

“I…don’t think I can risk pulling out…don’t think my legs will hold out. Just get the ring in…I’ll be okay working it down after that.”

Trevor did as requested - he kept his hips still, but pulled Alex slowly down onto him, that medial ring giving the human’s tight passage an extra stretch. After a few seconds, there was give - and Trevor halted his pull as soon as he felt the pressure decrease, keeping his cock from going more than slightly further in, to keep Alex’s body from being pushed too far. Alex gave a slight cry as he felt the stretch deeper, but it wasn’t that bad, and he didn’t seem like he was in pain or anything. “Good?”

“Really good…fuck I…feel so full…your dick’s just…rubbing my, ngh, prostate constantly…hhff, want more…” Alex braced himself on Trevor as he started slowly working down more, his movements getting short, never pulling up past the medial ring, trying to smear around more lube and precum along his inner passages. It seemed like he was really pushing himself, but the progress, slow as it was, was still coming. The problem was that Trevor was dangerously close to the same - his cock was throbbing and shooting more pre than it had been before, and he could feel that tingle in his loins. At this rate, he wasn’t going to make it to Alex going all the way in, there was still about a third of his shaft left to pierce, and the short and quicker movements as Alex worked just a couple inches back and forth was pushing him ever closer to the edge.

As focused as he was at that, it barely registered how close Alex was…the human was dripping pre onto Trevor’s toned abs, much less prolific than the equine’s output but betraying no less eagerness. Only when he was feeling Alex start to really clench down on him did he become aware of how close the human was - and at first he mistook it for agony, the tightness on Alex’s face a little bit ambiguous. He wavered a little bit, not sure whether to intervene or to wait for Alex’s signal, caught in that no-man’s land of caution versus need and not just his own need…

Before he could process it enough to act, Alex did the last thing he expected - he suddenly pushed, shoving himself down the rest of the way on Trevor’s shaft, his ass meeting the zebra’s groin before Trevor could really process what was happening. And THAT was more than enough to push him over the edge - both of them, in fact, as his ring gave Alex a prostate bump even more forceful than the rest of his dick. Their first gushes came out almost at the same time, though that was about the only thing they had in common, as Trevor’s thicker, more copious initial burst was completely caught inside that thoroughly-stretched ass, while Alex’s smaller and thinner release jetted out onto the zebra’s chest and stomach. And there was more where that came from, for both of them, as Trevor’s dick was squeezed and milked by Alex’s pleasure spasms, driving him to shoot more and more of that zebra seed into the human, the jets creating visible bumps in Alex’s stomach as they fired out, though he barely noticed them as he fought to resist the urge to try to hump more into the human and focused on the splatters of sticky essence onto his muscular body. Alex’s cries were strained yet rapturous, while Trevor was more restrained, grunts and groans the only thing coming out as he fought hard to maintain the balance between bliss and care.

And that kept up for a nice long time…the longer, more low-key session had apparently done quite a bit to prime Trevor’s balls, because he just kept shooting, and shooting, and shooting, long after Alex had run dry. He could feel the human wobble a bit, and acted decisively to catch and pull Alex down onto him before he lost balance, bringing him down gently so that he could rest while Trevor rode out the rest of his release. It thankfully wasn’t too much longer at this point, he started to feel the shots taper off while Alex was laying against him, panting and moaning, not seemingly caring at all that he was laying on his own release…not that Trevor could blame him, he had a lot more going on.

Once Trevor felt his dick stop letting loose, and that tension abate from his body, his first impulse was to pull out and give Alex a reprieve. As he started to move, though, he felt Alex’s fingers try to cling to him. “L-leave it…please…j-just for a bit…”

“Okay…are you sure? You…feeling okay?” Trevor kept himself from moving, just in case Alex was struggling with something. A trickling feeling down his cock and balls had him feel a spike of anxiety, but it was just his seed, tinged with yellow from the lube, no sign of any more sinister discoloration. “That last drop…are you okay?”

“Yeah…y-yeah, I…I’m fine…” Alex’s voice wasn’t exactly the greatest reassurance of that, but his hand rubbed against Trevor’s fur in what seemed like an attempt to reassure him. “F-felt the heat of it…deeper than I’d already gone…and…was…so close…so…went for it…was a lot…but I don’t hurt…feels good…l-let it stay a bit…maybe help me adjust…wanna get it…in faster next time…”

“We’ll see…but don’t rush it too much. I’ll get you feeling a full rutting before you know it, you don’t have to try to make it happen sooner than you’re ready.”

“Heh…’m ready, just…maybe my ass needs to get in line…”

Trevor couldn’t help but chuckle as he laid there, holding Alex and trying to help him get used to the feeling until his dick decided it was done and started to recede. All concerns aside, it felt good to help Alex through his first time, and make it as good as he could. Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before he was going as hard on Alex as he had on Brian, and Alex would be enjoying it just as much…to think, a week ago this would have seemed unthinkable for him. Maybe being Zidane Zebra was going to have a lot more benefits than just getting him through a year of school without bankrupting anyone. And at this point, he was starting to see the appeal of the whole transformation thing in earnest…he was going to make the most of his time like this, for sure. Whether as Trevor or Zidane, the world was going to see a new side of him, one that would be bolder, more confident, and more active than ever before.

———

It wouldn’t last, of course. He knew that full well. But true to his early thoughts, he made the most of it, as long as it lasted.

And that was how things ended up in early May. Trevor had gotten a good bit of his stuff packed up, as they only had a couple of days left before the dorms closed for the summer - though neither he nor Alex would be back there, they were moving into an apartment on campus where they could stay for the long term. And that morning had been the first time he’d woken up in a different body since all those months ago. The body of Zidane Zebra was gone - he was back to being human, just as he had been before. Well…that, perhaps, was not entirely accurate. He was a bit taller than he had been before, his body wasn’t that chiseled adonis it had been but was noticeably more muscular, and a few of the traits he’d picked up seemed to stick with him on some level. Effects that hadn’t been beyond prediction, after all he had known that there would be lasting effects, but certainly none that he was bothered by.

And neither was Alex, it seemed, as he gave Trevor a kiss as he reached the bottom of the stairs. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you in your native body. Though I guess I saw parts of it before at least.”

“Heh, hope it’s not a disappointment for you.”

“No way! I might miss the big ol’ zebra body that rocked my world so many times this year, but I’m more glad to have you than anything.” It had turned out not to just be a fling thing - it had only taken until midway through winter for Trevor and Alex to officially start calling themselves boyfriends. It might not have been a totally exclusive arrangement, Trevor had drawn some eyes that he couldn’t help but indulge, but he also made it up to Alex by ensuring his boyfriend got to enjoy some other anthroids when the opportunity arose. But it was clear that the passion was strongest between the two of them, and it was more than just indulgence of a preference. There had been that little hint of anxiety that Alex would lose interest when the changes wore off, regardless of what had been said…but it certainly didn’t appear to be the case, and that had Trevor in very good spirits.

“I’m glad I’ve got so much going for me,” snickered Trevor. “Though you may not have to miss it for that long.”

“Really? I thought you said you’d gotten funding options for next year.”

“I did, yeah. But…I liked being Zidane. It felt good, better than I thought, even all the showmanship was enjoyable. And they said they’d be more than happy to have me back next year…and, well, I have to imagine they’d prefer someone who knew the body and knew the cheer routines already, over someone they had to train from the ground up, you know?”

“Oh…I, uh…I mean, it’s your choice, totally!” Alex reddened a bit, and Trevor didn’t have to wonder what he was thinking - no question he would want Trevor even more with the zebra body. “I mean, I, uh, I would support you either way. If you’re not worried about transforming more…it’s less likely to reverse at all the more you do it this way, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is,” acknowledged Trevor. “But, I get the feeling that if I was that way for good, I wouldn’t really mind.” That might have been an understatement, as already Trevor was mulling the idea of deliberately taking on the full four years which would guarantee permanency. That rugged zebra body, full of strength and energy, clearly popular with more than a few people - Brian wasn’t the only sportster with a secret thing for equines, as it turned out - and it gave Trevor a confidence that he’d never known before. And it had him thinking about his ambitions…he wanted to go into business, into finance. A realm where having a commanding presence, charisma, confidence, could be an enormous asset. Really, it was hard to come up with a good argument against it…his parents might not be thrilled, he supposed, but he had a feeling they’d learn to live with it. That was where a good bit of the temptation was coming in...still, he didn’t have to commit just yet. “I’ll take some time to think about it, and come to a decision soon enough.”

“And if you need help, I’ll be happy to provide any feedback I can,” agreed Alex. “So…are you feeling up for a little ‘fun?’”

Trevor chuckled, taking hold of Alex’s hand and slowly, salaciously drawing it down towards his groin. “Why don’t you tell me?” he teased, noticing Alex’s eyes widen as he felt what was down there. An equine sheath, housing a cock that was decidedly not Zidane’s full size, but probably double his prior length and girth. There would be one remnant of Zidane that Trevor would have regardless of whether he went all the way or not…and he had a feeling that Alex would be more than satisfied with that one piece no matter what happened.