Lampwick Syndrome
David was moderately concerned when he woke up with a donkey tail. The doctor wasn't though; this sort of thing happens sometimes. Just rest for a few days and don't do anything illicit, it will go away.
But... what if he doesn't want it to go away? What if a night of FUN is exactly what he's been craving?
And what if a stoner friend is more than willing to share in said fun?
This TF author does not condone the use of drugs irresponsibly. They will not actually turn you into donkeys. I know, I was miffed too.
Do you like this sort of short-story style TF? This is one of many stories(most of which you Haven't Seen yet) that are going in an upcoming TF Compilation book! All sorts of wonderful stories about delightful changes. Get excited!
Shout out to Rhodes for the initial suggestion on the story idea!
"I wouldn't be too concerned about it."
David gawked a bit at the doctor before casting his gaze downward once more. There it was, sticking so calmly out of his butt, as if tails were supposed to come out of human butts. It wasn't a... bad tail, to be sure. Nicely deep brown, thick and warm with the little tuft on the end. A touch of white on the fur right where it met his crotch. Still, he had expected a medical professional to be at least a little concerned.
"Why... not?" The doc continued to chew on a bit of gum, writing down notes idly. "So what you have here is very classic Lampwick Syndrome. It's not unheard of in families with witches in the tree." "You're going to have to elaborate."
"It's not as common as Pinocchio Syndrome, the sort of thing where people's nose grows if they tell a blatant lie?" "Yeah I think some politician got that a while back. It was kinda funny." "This one tends to be more hereditary. It reacts to instances of illicit and illegal activity, especially where Having Fun is concerned. You're 19, yes?" "Yeah. We were having a get-together at college, and I had a beer. Just the one." "That would do it." The doctor took a few photos of the tail for posterity(ha), though thankfully he'd stopped petting it to test reflexes. "Underage drinking or smoking, drugs, prostitution, things like that set it off." "And... what, now I have a tail?" "A donkey tail, and no. Provided you don't indulge it, the symptoms will go away in a few days. It's only really permanent if you somehow managed to transform all the way into a donkey." He stared, sizing David up. "That's a lot of beers." "Right. So just let it be there, no more drinks until I'm 21, and it'll go away." "That's the idea. One thing to note, the syndrome does have a contagion factor. If you're doing these sorts of illicit activities with friends, it can spread to them." "That's..." "Odd, yes, but I'm just reading the case studies on it. It hasn't been found to spread in any other way. As long as you know what you're in for, you can go about your life without any complications." "Gotcha. I was just expecting something a bit more... dramatic." "It's weird, but it's not life threatening. Trust me, there's a lot of patients I'd rather have tails than what they have to deal with."
"Right."
If the other patients were staring as David walked out, he made sure to not notice, boring a hole in the ground precisely one meter ahead of him with his laser eyes, neck fixed and head locked. He wasn't entirely sure what he expected, but this... at least it wasn't a bad thing. Not actively harmful anyway. Just a part of him he had to deal with.
Still... his mind walked back to hearing that it would go away in a few days. The tail was swishing behind him, or really swishing as part of him, and now that he was thinking about it it moved as he willed it. Much like being aware of his breathing, he couldn't not move it. It was odd, clearly not intended to be there, but then...
...why did he feel that pang of loss when the doctor spoke?
Like he... wanted it? He didn't really not want it, in any case, and it certainly wasn't causing any problems. He could own it, make it his own. Except... it would go away, and then he'd be back to being a normal little human again.
Something tickled in the back of his mind, and he shook his head. No. No absolutely not. We're not doing that.
But we are, aren't we? He'd never forgive himself if he didn't try, and really... it did sound like a lot of fun. The sort of sinful fun, where you're getting away with something that you're not supposed to be doing. Rebellious, fiery, and he already knew where this would lead.
<Hey Marcy.>
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Marcy has disconnected.
There was an odd smell as David penetrated the doorway of Marcy's apartment. A sweet smell, but rather plantlike and mossy. Clearly this was the dank den, the most sinful of places. Posters adorned the walls declaring things like YOU GOT THIS and WELCOME TO NARNIA. At least one was an optical illusion, showing the wall caving in to a secret compartment that did not actually exist. The lava lamp burbled, and it was good.
"Arf!" said Paco, for he was a dog.
"Hey Paco. You're very small." "He does that!" Marcy watched as her little chihuahua was abducted by the newcomer and placed gently on the sofa, as if this would stop its reign of terror at all. Her beanie was affixed and her clothing misaligned, a haphazard remnant of the academia veteran's heroic struggle against midterms. "So, what's the occasion?"
"This." He swished it up to the right, then up to the left. A pendulum, the fluffiest one, and Marcy's eyes lit up while not opening at all.
"Duuuude! Aww man that's cool." "Apparently it comes out from doing such Fun Things as we are about to tonight." "Yeah, I heard of those. People tell me that some stoners get tails and it's like 'dude why didn't you ask if I wanted one'."
David slid down onto the sofa next to Paco, then sunk far further in than he anticipated. Whooop! Down he went. There was a certain oddity about sitting with a tail, though it tended to find its own way into a relaxing place regardless of how David splatted.
"So I was just expecting some chill good times tonight, but we are going for the max, aren't we?" "Maybe not all the way, but yeah."
"We'll see, we'll see. Gotta watch how you take to the stuff, after all." "So what are we doing?" "What aren't we doing!" Paco arfed, but the drugs were not for him. "So let us start... with yoy."
Yoy was a joint, it turned out, with a touch of dried soy sauce for a little bit of flavor. David's eyebrow rose, but he took the joint in communion.
"There's a first time for everything." "Indeed there is." *puff*
He gagged a little, and Marcy helped cough it out. "Not a fan of the soy?" "Why... would you do that?" "I like soy!" "You're weird." "That's why I'm here, man."
There was a gentle relaxation going on, and David really did feel like he could just sink into the sofa all the way. Something was... was tickling at his ears though. He reached to scratch, but found a lot more ear than he expected. "Wha?" "Aww dude! You got the ears! Little baby ears."
They felt much larger than little baby ears, but when he managed to get up off the couch to see for himself... yeah, they were still growing weren't they? Little brown hairs on the outside of the ear, as the wrinkly bits evened themselves out and the whole thing became tall. It felt like a part of him that needed to stretch very badly, with a similar feeling of release. But he could feel them, feel through them, ears that wiggled and swiveled, he could flap them up and down if he wished. Very peculiar, but... very intriguing.
"Somethin... somethin's comin out man."
Marcy was leaning over the kitchen table, and looked almost like she had a serious need to fart. But her hips bucked a little, and the sweatpants slid down a touch to show the beginnings of grey fur.
"How's it feel?" "Weeeeird. Good weird. I got a butt noodle!" She slid the sweats down to let it escape, marveling at how the little thing twisted and grew. Hers seemed a bit coarser in the fur, and she petted the two in comparison. "Aww. Yours is smoother." "Is this a contest?" "It can be! Anything can be. You gotta pick the parts of life you wanna enjoy, man."
She dragged David over to the sink, hands all a-flailing. "Alright, now we get serious. I shall teach you how to do... THESE."
Marcy plonked down a few bottles of... cough syrup? Even the memory was making him gag a little. "You're kidding." "Nope! In small doses, they help your throat forget to cough. But in large doses? You shall see eternity..." "Not... sure I can stomach that far." "Ah, but there's a secret!" She looked very proud of her secret.
"Does it involve losing your sense of taste?" "Yes and no. Hold your nose and shoot it like shots."
David meant to protest that he'd never done those either, but Marcy was already popping the things open. Peer pressure presented itself, and she helped pinch his nose fervently.
"I feel ridiculous." "You have a donkey tail! Donkey ears! Ridiculous is good." Maybe. He took the offering, chugged it... and started gagging.
"Not bad not bad. First time's always the worst. Make sure it misses the front of the tongue." "Now you tell me." "I forget! It's a learned art." "Eww." "And a one and a two and a" *chug*
Ten minutes later, he'd had about enough cough syrup to last him a lifetime. Even with the nose held, the stomach... it was concerned. Are you sure you want to be doing this? But then the back of his hands started getting all fluffy, and he was sore distracted.
"Ooooh... those do feel weird." Marcy's ears were coming in, stretching boldly upwards. She scritched them a bit, and then held one aloft to measure against David's. He... quite liked the silvery grey color of hers, though why he could not say. Something about it seemed right, and good, and proper, and the bottom was falling out of his world.
"Is this... normal...?" "It'll shove whatever's in your system down the pipe. You're getting more of the weed all at once. Naww, the syrup'll take an hour or two to really kick it." "So... what now?" "Mario Kart." "..." She raised a controller, as if this were the most obvious thing in the world. "I come prepared!"
"You are ridiculous." "Thanks, I try."
David was not good at Mario Kart, though he certainly tried. Marcy was an expert, and moreover an expert at playing while jiggered. David, having never been jiggered in his life, was ill to adapt.
"You're so slooooow..."
He wasn't entirely focusing on that though. "Something... something's spreading down there..."
Marcy slid an eye over, but only saw boxers. To David's view though, the rising fur was very tickling in places that enjoyed being tickled, spreading forth from the tail upwards towards the waist. "Nnnngh... ooh, that... that's good..." "Is it? I'm not... not.... Ohhh. Okay I'm there. Mmmm."
The computers started to win the race as the two semi-donkeys became very distracted. David sent a hand down south, and it felt... odd. Wobbly and fractured, multiple sensory images displaced in space. The medicine was kicking in, which was probably why the fur was as well. His dick felt small though, gently curled up into a little ball. He fondled it a little, but this only made it sink further, and further... until it slid inward entirely.
"Aaaaahhh!" "Huh? Whoa... neat." "That... where did... I...?"
But it felt good, concerningly so, and soon his fingers were inside the new slit as well. The sides were starting to puff and swell, engorged like his dick normally would be. But it was a pussy, her pussy, and she was reasonably sure that it was a very equine sort of package.
"Nnnmmm... it's... it's coming out..."
Marcy had both hands on her pussy, grappling with thick meaty invaders that seemed to come from the inside. It pushed, shoved, slid gently downwards until the head came free. A rather oddly shaped thing, almost like a rounded square, but it was very thick and very happy to see daylight.
"You... you're..." "Oh wow... even on the syrup it feels... nice..." It was starting to rise now, not content with merely drooping downward, and taking on a girth that made her wonder how it ever fit inside. But there was no inside anymore, not for him, and as he gave a test stroke the whole thing sent shivers up his elongated donkey spine, from tip to tail.
David's world started to feel strange, thick. Everything came through a layer of sensory mass, strobing his sight and sharpening his hearing. The fur was erupting now, all over her butt, a thing that was both large and wide. It had to make room for the passage, the opening, but all this butt seemed excessive even to her.
"Naww... no way..." "Heee... pretty good, right?" David stumbled back into the sofa, feet not entirely with the program. Something was dragging them down, two somethings. Syrup within, and keratin without. The nails had gone rogue, merging together into a single hard shell, darkening and thickening into a powerful hoof. She grabbed at it, letting her fingers slide along the inhuman surface, even as they too started to gain much of the same.
"My... my feet. My hands..." "You don't need those to have a good time." "But... they're mine!" "They're still yours. Just... what's the word..." "Solid." "Reformed?" He thought that was the word, though it was hard to come up with the right words as the world became less worded entirely. Lights became more real and less real at the same time. Equilibrium was not a state, but a thing that could be moved if the mind willed it, and the mind was constantly playing catch up.
David was yammering, lips moving with nothing coming out. She stared at the hooves, the things in place of hands, and they... they...
"!"
Marcy was there, leaning in against her. His neck was covered in that nice silver fur, and it smelled so much like home. She smelled, even as her nose opened wider, moving forward and growing to new lengths. It was... comforting, for Marcy to lean on her, and then she on him. Something about it just made all the worries fall away. She was worried about something what was...
"Don't worry about it." "Huh?" "You're trying to worry about it. That's the beauty of the stuff, you forget a little unless you want to." "Do I want to?" "Not really. You came here to have fun." "I'm having Marcy." "Hawwhaww. Yep."
Marcy leaned back against the sofa, away from David, though their eyes were drawn to the massive Thing now wobbling between his nethers. The lips had long since sunk down, thickened in the middle to form two large dangling balls, and the lurid shaft demanded attention.
"Sss the bad part about it tho. Not really a sexy drug." "I'm... kinda feelin..." "Yeah, but only for a moment. You can't really, no matter how hard you try." "Darn." "Yeah. It's a darn." He stared at his darn, and was pretty pleased nonetheless.
David made to get up, but something cracked deep in her back, and she toppled forward.
"Whassa matter?" "I... I cawwn't get up!"
"You're pretty up to meeEe" "MarcEE please..." "It's alright. We can have fAWWn on all fours."
Marcy got down with the program as well, testing his hooves, and marveling at how thick his torso had become. Barrel-like, with serious girth all the way around. David blushed a bit at the sight, but more so as she felt something wobble gently below her crotch. Teats, her teats, and they did feel quite nice.
The two knelt together into a little snuggle as thoughts of other things slowly became forgotten. There was a nice donkey here, their nice donkey, and they'd have a lot of fun together. Why would they need to do anything else?
"So you can't come in." "NAWWt right now. Like... if there's work I can do rEEmotely..." "We're working on the presentation. Together." "YEEEah... no. I can't drive like this." "Lampwick syndrome, you said." "I can give you my dAWWctor's info if you want." "That... that's fine, David. Just... get better, alright?" "Will do, bAWWs."
David awkwardly slid the phone back down onto the receiver, as Marcy trotted over for another snuggle. "Success?" "Kinda. I mean, hAWW do you tell your boss that you're hung over. With DaWWnkey parts."
"Internships HAWwn't that important." "Such a donkey." "HEE-HAWW." "Sounds so weird." "Do it while it lasts, man." "YeEEs, I guess."
Their tails swished happily as they vaguely thought about waking up. Mario Kart was much harder with hooves, but goodness they tried. As long as they were trying together, it wasn't so bad.