The Roommate
I rolled into campus around 7:30 on move-in day and pulled my backpack out of my SUV. It was still pretty gray out and it didn't look like too many people were up and about yet, so I hoped I would be able to get checked in pretty quick and get settled in my dorm room before the heat of the day set in. (Most polar bears give up on shirts and long pants altogether in this climate, but I'm far, far too self-conscious about my weight and some old scars to show myself off like that.)
The dorm lobby managed to be packed full, even though KCCU was supposed to be a pretty small private school. Students formed a noisy, convoluted line leading up to the main desk, some of the faculty members I recognized from orientation were going around greeting people, and a little old tiger lady was handing out religious pamphlets.
I found the end of the line behind a scrawny spotted hyena who was caught up in his phone, and a fox who looked a couple of years my senior soon took his place behind me, talking about family with a younger fox who looked like his brother. I was feeling left out already, but I didn't let it get to me.
At least the line moved quickly. I showed my driver's license to the rabbit staffing the front desk--it was generally faster than explaining how to spell 'Jonovan Parck'--and she gave me my room key and an info packet and sent me on my way.
When I got to my room on the third floor, I could already hear someone moving around inside.
My roommate was small--I'd be surprised if he were anywhere above five feet--and I couldn't immediately recognize his species. He had a couple of short horns on his head, an angular face, and brown fur with big dark spots under his big dark eyes that made him look, at first glance, like he had a second pair of them. He was wearing a T-shirt with an 8-bit tanuki on it that hugged his body; apparently he'd gotten a head start on the freshman 15.
He was engrossed in unpacking clothing from a big suitcase and paid no attention to me coming in, so I went up to introduce myself, offering a paw. "Hi, I'm Jon."
"Tarik." He took my hand and frowned, like he didn't like what was coming next.
"You're a--sorry, I can't tell--"
"A dik-dik--"
I yelped as his grip on my paw increased enough to put a vise to shame.
"--and that's a kind of antelope, and I won't hear one word about it, snowball, all right?"
"Antelope. Got it."
He let me go. "Sorry. When you're small, people think they can walk all over you. You've got to start by showing you can still kick their ass."
They do the same thing when you're soft, I thought, looking down at myself. I disagree, but then, I couldn't kick anybody's ass if I tried.
"Hey," I said. "I just had a long drive up here. You want to come get breakfast with me?"
He smirked, sizing me up. "I have a better idea," he said, coming close enough to put a hand on my belly. "How about you and me do some...bonding first?"
"Um," I said, a little struck by the dik-dik's emotional range. He's going to go all yandere on me, isn't he...
Tarik didn't even wait for me to respond before his hand started moving south, stroking my balls in an exploratory way that did not at all make me feel safe about saying no, even though I knew it was important.
"Uh," I tried again. "Maybe we can talk some more first?"
He grinned. "Sure! Sit down, be comfortable." He motioned me over to a space on the lower bunk that wasn't taken up by all his stuff.
I sat down, not realizing I'd just cornered myself until he knelt down in front of me, putting his hands on my thighs.
"Mmm," he said. "So, what do you want to talk about?"
"I just--could you please--" I struggled to find the most tactful way to let him down. "I'm not really comfortable--and to be honest I'm not exactly safe--"
"Oh?"
This was not the way I'd hoped to be having this conversation with my first partner, and certainly not the first partner I wanted to be having this conversation with. "It's a matter of life and death," I said.
Tarik leaned back. "What is it?"
I blushed. "We--we don't know the details. It's just--"
"You seem fine," he said, suspicion setting in.
"Look, I don't know, I just know my parents have been drilling into me that if I had unprotected sex it'd be deadly and even with a condom it might be dangerous, and--"
He outright laughed. "Oh. Snowball, honey, every parent says that. Whether they're rabid puritans or just want you to enter adulthood with a clean record."
He reached under my belly to undo my pants as I tried to overcome the doubts he'd laid. It had been more than just the safe sex talk, I know it. I mean, they'd even said--
I felt the dik-dik's hot breath on my soft pole, which began to harden despite my reluctance as my hesitation solidified into terror. "Please, please, please at least get a condom, don't--"
"I'm only going to suck you off, snowball, don't worry. Mmm, look how thick you are..."
His hand squeezed the base of my sheath as I felt his tongue make contact. Even though this was the last thing I'd wanted to happen, it at least felt good as he slowly moved that tongue up the length of my stiff pole, holding it in place as he reached the head.
Then I felt a hard tug at my cockhead that didn't feel right at all.
"Buh fuh fuh? 'm fpuh!" Tarik was incoherent, pushing at my thighs, trying to get up, but something was apparently holding him back.
When I tried pushing my belly down so I could see what was happening, I found that the dik-dik's long tongue had somehow gotten stuck to my pole.
"Well, fuck," I said.
Even though Tarik was beating on my legs, trying to get free, screaming for help--or 'hefpp,' anyway--somehow there was no panic on my part; a weird calm was over me as I watched his tongue slowly meld into my body. It hadn't been what I was expecting, but it felt natural, like it was supposed to happen...like I'd been wanting it to happen for a long time, like this was what my body was supposed to do and I never knew it.
And now it was happening, and somehow it was feeling really good, and I realized that if anyone heard Tarik's cries for help then the jig would be up and I might never get to do it again.
I grabbed hold of the dik-dik's horns and forced his muzzle onto my pole, holding it there till I'd felt his lips meld to me. I could still hear his escalated squealing but it was muffled by the fact that he was screaming into my crotch.
My dick felt good trapped in his muzzle, and the pleasure was only growing.
With his body melding so closely into mine, I found that I could control his body just as well as he could--with a bit of effort I could quell his protests, like when you notice your hand is fidgety and you make it lay flat.
I listened to my body's instincts, trying to find out what it was aiming at. Just having a guy stuck to my body didn't seem to be a useful power, no matter how good it might feel to have a nice deep muzzle on me at all times.
I wanted to...to draw him into me somehow, make him...more and more a part of me. (I will confess to you: I also saw, almost immediately, that at that stage there was still a way to reverse it. I could still have let him go free. This didn't have to happen, but my mind and body both hungered to assimilate. This doesn't have to happen. But give me the choice, and it will.)
Taking hold of his horns, I pulled him a little deeper--more of his muzzle disappeared into my crotch, and I could feel my pole slipping into the tightness of his throat. I inhaled sharply, gripped his body with my thighs, and paid no attention to the fact that his body had gone limp and unresisting as half his brain had melded into the pad of fat under my belly.
And then the change went a little further, my pole melded into his body, and every sensation coming from what remained of the dik-dik was amplified to the level of what would have come from a real dick.
I let my body push the transformation onward as I started stroking him experimentally.
Running my fingers through his fur made me shiver, a pleasurable tingle filling my body though that fur was fading quickly. I kept stroking his hide, feeling his body straightening out between my legs, his limp form becoming more and more erect as I watched.
As a person, he'd been small, but as a dick he was huge--still at least four feet long, curving up and over my gut, giving me a close view of the river of precum drooling from under his tail as his limbs shrank away. His legs and tail curled up around what had been his hips, forming a thick foreskin that gave me an incredible urge to lean in and slide my tongue along it.
I hesitated for a moment--the curves of my glans were still too reminiscent of the curves of Tarik's ass--but the eagerness was intensifying: Why shouldn't I suck my own cock?
I leaned in, gulped a good mouthful of sweet precum from my new slit, and began to explore the flavors of my new dick all around, mouth roaming over frenulum and under foreskin, suckling at the loose skin as I stroked myself since my cockhead was still far too big to suck on properly.
I felt the remains of my roommate's arms melding into my taint, soon forming a hefty pair of balls that hung to the floor, churning with an intense need to release.
I took a deep breath and embraced my dick with both arms as it began to go off.
The first blasts soaked the bottom of the bunk above, dripping down over me as I wrangled the massive, pulsing cock down so that it was only saturating my former roommate's sheets. The stink of cum filled my nostrils as I writhed against my cock, wanting to milk out every drop of pleasure I could.
In the end I lay sprawled out in a pool of my own seed in what had been Tarik's bed, panting hard. My new dick had lost a lot of mass over the course of the orgasm, but was still on the large side of normal. It was weird to feel it flopped over my balls, hanging between my thighs...
It should've been weird to think it'd been a person not half an hour ago. I should, probably, have been freaking out about how I'd explain what happened. But sex is a high, and I was too much in the moment to think of...what other people would think was the right thing to do. And by the time the high had passed...well, no use crying over spilled milk.
It isn't every day you find a monster inside you. It's scary to some people, but sometimes...it's the strength you'd wish you'd had all along. Don't look at me that way. I don't regret what I did.
I had warned him, after all.
Just like I warned you.