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[b][u][center]A Pendant Penchant for Pleasure

Part 2

for John_Doe12346

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Frankie didn't have a chance to share his new muscles with Kevin when he got back to the dorm later, considering that the other guy had already fallen asleep and didn't show any signs of waking up. The room had a distinctive smell to it, too, something that he didn't really expect when he came back. He deliberately ignored it, going to his side of the dorm as quietly as he could and trying to keep the blush off his face as he realized just what it was that he was smelling.

Apparently, Kevin had enjoyed himself a bit while he'd been down at the gym, and hadn't done nearly enough to keep it from being obvious. Frankie didn't mind the smell - not much, at least - but he was still just a bit embarrassed that the man that he'd had a crush on had been jerking it, and obviously so, and he hadn't been there to see it.

Not that he imagined that Kevin would have been entirely willing to let him see it if he had been there, but...well, the thought was still rather hot. He rubbed the back of his head as he laid down, taking his time to drop off into sleep. He expected to be greeted with horny dreams, and he was. Very horny dreams, as a matter of fact, and all of them involving different anthros and humans that he had seen at the gym. Nothing in focus, nothing particularly clear or memorable, but enough to leave him with a hell of a hard-on when morning came around.

And a hell of a tented blanket, for that matter. Frankie groaned as he stirred, only to freeze when he looked down between his legs to see a spire that definitely outstripped his previous morning erections. He blinked, staring at the blue cloth lifted up by the throbbing pole beneath, and looked around it slowly.

Kevin was at the kitchenette, stirring something over the hot-plate that they had plugged in over there. He wasn't paying much attention, but more to the point, he wasn't that dressed yet, either. Just in a pair of briefs, ones that hugged his ass and showed them off like nobody's business. It was...quite hot, really, to take a good look at that ass, at the sculpted muscles from swimming every day, from all the work that his roommate had put into those cheeks...

[i]Fuck...[/i]

Frankie's hand was halfway to his bulge before he stopped himself, shaking his head as he pulled his hand back. Literally pulling it back, having to use his other hand around his wrist to keep him from going too far. It was one thing to be actually out to his friend, but it was something else entirely to jerk it to him while in view. That was going too far, wasn't it? That was actually verging on harassment.

Yet, at the same time, it was more than a little tempting, particularly considering that he hadn't gotten his usual jerk-off the day before. He was used to getting at least two a day, and going without even one was...well, it was a little bit annoying. He could feel the weight down between his legs, his balls churning away in annoyance, and he knew that they would be insisting on something later.

Shaking his head, he rolled out of bed, hoping that his dick had just slid out of his briefs during the night or something, but as soon as he slid out from under the sheets, he realized that it was not the case. In fact, there were no briefs down there to cover his cock.

At least, nothing whole. The white briefs had ripped during the night, the crotch utterly gone, and his cock and balls just hung out in the open. He blushed hard, trying to figure out how that, and hell, the growth, could even be possible. The muscles yesterday were one thing, but at least they hadn't changed his physique. All they had done was given him extra power, extra pushing strength. This...this was something visible, and something very, very new.

He stared down at his cock for a few more seconds before he remembered that he wasn't alone. He pulled his sheets over, leaning toward his clothes drawers while using it as a makeshift cover, all while Kevin plated up some eggs at the kitchenette. Frankie was just about to pull out a new pair of briefs when Kevin turned around and -

"Holy shit..."

"Huh?" Kevin asked, pausing. "Something the matter?'

"What happened to your dick?"

"Um...Funny story, that."

"You're carrying around...a lot more than I remember," Frankie said, covering his tracks as best he could.

And that was putting it mildly, quite honestly. Kevin had never had more than six inches down there, as far as he had seen in the few sneaked glances in the shower or when they'd been wandering around the dorm in less guarded moments. What hung down there now, completely flaccid, was something approaching seven inches, which promised that it was going to gain an inch or two when it got hard, if not quite a bit more in the process. His cheeks burned, not just from the knowledge that Kevin was bigger than he had been, but knowing that he still dwarfed the other man down below. His hard-on, his barely-covered hard-on, was probably about ten inches at that moment, and that meant that he had the edge in terms of overall length.

But that was a different thing for a different time. He shook his head, looking up from the dangling thing to Kevin's face. He gestured for an explanation, and his roommate shrugged.

"Well, not so funny a story, I guess...I just kinda, you know, woke up, and there it was. Throbbing, twitching...ripped through my underwear..."

"..."

"I think that you might want to talk to Mr. Han about that pendant or something. Maybe it's bleeding magic."

"Maybe..."

There was another possibility, but it was so much of a wish-fulfillment thought that he didn't feel right thinking about it. Maybe there was something about Kevin and him...

No, no. If that was the case, Kevin would have said something, surely. Still, it was hot to see his long-time crush throbbing like that, and all the hotter to see him big enough to burst through his clothes. Maybe he'd see other things before the quarter was out.

He finally found a pair of briefs and slid them on, all too conscious of just how much bigger he was down there. Even tucking his cock down between his legs a bit, he could see and feel just how much more constrained his bulge was going to be, and he winced as he got to his feet, feeling the raw pleasure and sheer pressure of the thing being held down by the layers of fabric. This was going to be an interesting day.

"Hey, um, Frankie?" Kevin asked.

"Hmm?"

"Mind taking the sheets down to the laundry today?"

"I can do that, sure."

"And, um...take as long as you like."

"...Got someone coming over?" he asked.

"No, just need some time to myself."

"..."

"Look, I don't tease you about your sheets, please don't tease me about this."

"Sure, sure, no problem," Frankie said, shaking his head. "Just...you know, a little weird to hear that from you."

"Well, if you had something like this -"

"Enough said, enough said."

He smiled through his blush, though, something that he normally wouldn't have done. It was odd, but he felt...allowed, he supposed, allowed to tease and push his friend around a little bit in a way that he hadn't ever considered before. There was something different between them now, something that encouraged that sort of banter and play. And he rather liked it.

He got to his feet, pulling on his jeans and nodding as he gathered all the sheets together. There were a lot, and he stripped his own bed as well, making sure to get everything together. Might as well get it all done, he supposed, considering that there was a lot to be done and it made more sense to get both done at once. He was, however, rather surprised when Kevin looked a little disappointed.

[i]Why would he...[/i]

No, no, couldn't be that he would have preferred to leave some of the 'dirty' sheets behind for the scent, could it? No, no...

Yet...that was still a horny enough fantasy that it sent his cock to twitching. He groaned, biting off a moan as he gathered the rest of the sheets and hurried for the door. That was something that he could jerk off to later, when there was more time.

#

The laundry facilities for the college were rather...sparse, more of an on-site laundromat rather than anything that actually felt more upscale and useful. He had to stand by the washing machine as it tumbled around, leaning back against it and doing his best to keep from thinking of horny thoughts. Any thoughts of kinky things immediately sent a rush down to his cock, and anything that got it stirring put his pants in jeopardy.

Yes, his pants, not just his underwear, considering just how large his cock actually was. One good push from down there, and his cock would be throbbing out in the open, another pair of briefs [i]and[/i] his jeans ruined in one fell swoop. He kept pushing his thoughts down, keeping himself from thinking of Kevin, or the gym, or Kevin, or the dreams that he had, or Kevin -

"Mmmph..."

Shaking his head, Frankie looked back down at the pendant again. It was still just that little bit too warm, reminding him of what he had been thinking the day before at the gym. The more that he thought about it, the more sure that he was that this was some kind of extra magic, that it was warming and pulsing with the power inside. There was no way that everything that had happened to him since getting it was just coincidence. This really was magic, and it really was changing him.

The question, then, was how much it would change him before he lost his old sense of self.

More to the point, he wondered just how long it would take for his partner to show up. He could feel that sort of odd tug just below his heart, still, that pressure that seemed to indicate that there was someone, somewhere out there, always moving toward him and always in progress towards him. If that was what it was and not just some other part of the magic, he supposed, but he couldn't think of what else it was supposed to be. There was that pull, that tugging, and it really seemed to be linked to his heart. Considering that it had only started after he had put the pendant on, and that there was some movement to it, as well...

It had to mean something. It had to.

[i]Hopefully Kevin can deal with the splash damage of this magic...[/i]

That was the thing that he felt a bit guilty over, all things considered. It was like he was getting all the benefits, but Kevin would have to deal with some of the crap that came his way regardless of whether he was involved or not. He hoped that it wouldn't get too bad; it made him feel guilty to drag someone that he had a crush on into this mess.

[i]If only...[/i]

Shaking his head, he did his best to focus on the task at hand. Get the sheets washed, then get them back to the dorm, and try not to bug Kevin. Then he...

Frankie blinked. He had been entertaining thoughts of going back to the gym, getting some iron pumped between classes, but that was not so appealing this time. Instead, there was this urge to take care of something, of unfinished business. But he couldn't think of what that would be.

Not until someone else walked through the front doors of the laundry facility, at least. Someone that he had been avoiding for some time.

Andrew Reynolds, one of the assistants at the library, had been all but instrumental in getting him banned from some of the college facilities. Something about accusations of using college equipment to look at porn. Not his fault, really, and not even something that Frankie had done, considering all the porn had been of women rather than men, but Andrew had needed someone to blame, and the old stereotype of the gay pervert was still alive and well in the college culture. He had been soft-banned from the library as well as the computer lab, told that he would have to put in requests for research materials and pick them up rather than being allowed to study there, for the sake of other students.

And now, Andrew was here. In front of him. Smirking.

"Hey, Frankie. What's up? Washing away last night's shame?" his fellow human asked.

"..."

"What's the matter, embarrassed? I guess you should be. Not like you're getting any pussy. Probably taking it up the ass all night long and washing away everything the other guy pumped out, right?"

"....What do you want, Andrew?" Frankie asked.

"Just waiting for my stuff to be done."

He looked around. There were no other machines in motion at the time. As he turned back, Andrew flicked his hand out, throwing something. Frankie ducked just in time to avoid getting hit in the face, a bundle of clothes rolling down along the machines behind him.

"Pick it up, Frankie," Andrew said.

"What the hell?"

"I said, pick it up."

"And why the hell would I do that?"

"Because I just told you to. And because if you don't, I'll tell campus security that you were messing around in here, causing trouble, making messes..."

Frankie's eyes narrowed. So, it was going to be more bullying, was it? Not the first time this had happened. There were others that had taken up that tack after he had been banned from the library and computer lab, but they did it because they believed the bullshit that was coming from the assistant librarian. Andrew knew that he was lying through his teeth, and he was pushing his luck to get more out of it.

He looked down at the pile of clothes. All pairs of underwear, all stained, all sweaty and crusty. It was a mess, a massive mess, the sort of thing that a high-school jock would have been ashamed of keeping around in case his mom walked in and saw what a slob that he had become. There was nothing manly about that, nothing hot, nothing sexy. He kicked the pile of clothes to the side, and Andrew's eyes narrowed.

"I said, pick it up, gay boy."

"And what makes you think that I'm going to listen to you anymore?"

"Well, I think that the threat of security on your ass should do the trick. Unless you want them on your ass, these days."

"Tempting, but I think I'm going to get on your ass, instead."

Andrew looked about as shocked as Frankie felt for saying something like that. In all his days from high school to now, he had never used his size and bulk to threaten someone else before, and particularly not in a sexual way like that. Yet, just then, he had...

And it felt right.

He took a step forward. The assistant librarian, too shocked to really realize what he had just stepped in, didn't move. He just stammered, shaking his head.

"You - you can't be - that's against the rules! I swear, I'm going to report you."

"Are you?"

"..."

"I don't think so. I think that you're bluffing," Frankie said, taking another step forward, this time looming over the other man. The pathetic little man, now that he thought about it. He was a head taller than the assistant librarian, and nearly twice as thick across the shoulders. One good punch would have been more than enough to put him in his place, to remind him that this was a free campus, not some place where someone like this would be able to just ruin someone's life. "I think that you just want to make me miserable."

"I...you...do it!"

"Do what?"

"Do...do what I tell you...."

"I'm going to say...no."

"...You...I'll -"

"If you were going to do it, you'd do it already. You know what I think?"

"I - it doesn't matter what you think!"

"I think that you're already on thin ice. I think that everyone hates you, and they only went along with what you said before to get you to shut the hell up. And since you didn't, I'm going to bet that they're not listening to you anymore, and that means that you're getting pissier and pissier, just looking for a fight."

Frankie flexed one arm, and his sleeve all but burst off his skin. It ripped all the way up to his shoulder, showing off the bicep that bumped up, the veins showing over the bulges of muscle, the skin taut and tight. Andrew yelped, staring, his lip quivering at the sight of raw power like that. Frankie leaned in.

"And you don't want this fight. Do you?"

"..."

"Get the fuck out of here."

"But - but my laundry -"

"Either do it yourself, or get the hell out of here and find someone else to do it. I'm not doing your dirty work."

For a moment, he half-expected Andrew to throw a punch. The little guy had always been so weasely, so ready to make someone else miserable, that he expected a challenge like this to actually push him to stand up for himself. Yet, it seemed to be too much...and there was something in the staredown that lent power to Frnakie instead, something about holding that stare, keeping his eyes on the other man. He didn't know what it was, but it was kinda cool, made him feel hot, made him feel rather manly for standing up for himself.

Andrew finally ran for his clothes, and then ran out of the laundromat. Frankie felt like he should have gasped for breath, wheezed in relief, but there was none of that. If anything, he just...smirked.

He'd never done anything like that before, but there was something about being assertive that just felt right. Not being an asshole about it, but just standing up for himself. Just because he was a mountain of a man physically didn't mean that he had to be a mouse emotionally. He could stand up for himself and not be a dick. There was nothing saying that someone with all the power and strength that he had needed to be some sort of meek little person.

Maybe this was something else that his partner needed from him. Maybe this was something else that he needed to become for the partner that he was destined for. Or maybe all that strength had just given him the courage to do this himself. Either way, it was great, and he was starting to look forward to what other changes might be on the horizon for him.

Ding.

The wash was done. Time to start the drying cycle...and maybe he could make a phone call home, just to say his piece to his family for a change. They had always dominated the conversation. Maybe it was his turn, this time.

#

The trip back to the dorm was a little longer than the trip out, mostly because he had ended up on the phone for longer than he intended. A brief call had turned into a shouting match on the other side, his parents and sister pushing him to give in and give up, to shrink down and pull away the way that he had always done, but he had refused.

What had been devastating - his family disowning him and pushing him to the side, pretending that he didn't exist as long as he was gay - had turned into something more pathetic than anything else. His head felt clear, his heart open, and he realized that he didn't really want this sort of thing. Being disowned by someone that he didn't want didn't hurt nearly as much as being disowned by those that he felt that he needed. The moment that he turned that corner in his own head and heart, the whole thing just turned that much easier.

He kicked them to the curb, this time, and they were honestly surprised. He felt no small sense of satisfaction from putting them in their place. If anything, he felt [i]amazing.[/i]

And it only got better when he got back to the dorm and found Kevin cooking something at the hot plate. He leaned over to see that there was a steak on the burner, cooking and searing, and the other man was grinning at him, nodding at a small plate where two others were marinating, seasoned up and waiting for their turn to go into the pan.

"Won't be more than twenty minutes for all three," Kevin said.

"Looking forward to it. What's the occasion?"

"Just paying you back for doing the laundry."

"That's it? I should do the laundry more often."

"Heh, do it and leave something behind, and I'll throw some baked potatoes in, too."

"Why would I do that?"

"Do I gotta spell it out?"

"...Heh, maybe you do," Frankie said, suppressing the hopes that were already trying to leap up from his heart. "Maybe you should tell me exactly why I should do that."

The blush on Kevin's cheeks was nearly enough for confirmation, but he wanted to hear it. He [i]needed[/i] to hear it, to know that this was more than just his own thoughts, his own hopes and dreams taking form. He needed to know that this was something that they could share.

Kevin opened his mouth...then closed it, turning away with his cheeks burning bright.

"Ahem. Maybe another time."

"...Maybe."

He didn't quite have his heart come crashing down, but it didn't feel good, either. A splashdown of a landing rather than an utter obliteration, but still not comfortable.

He sat down on the edge of his bed, waiting for the food to be ready. He could have taken that time to look at Kevin's ass again - always a worthwhile sight - but he took his chance to look at the pendant, instead. Tracing the lines of the serpents that crisscrossed the front, he wondered just where this was going to take him. First it gave him strength. Then it gave him libido. Now, it gave him courage and assertiveness. What would be next, he wondered?

His thoughts were interrupted with a plate of steak pushed into his lap, and he was made all the more aware of the ever-present boner just under his pants. It was fighting the clothes that he had put in the way, trying to slide out from between his legs and push forward to be seen, but he managed to sit a little more forcefully, keeping it in place. Even so, the warm plate made him think of other things that could be pushed down on his cock, something that would be far more enjoyable in the long-term, and something that would -

Frankie shook his head hard, holding out shaking hands for utensils. Kevin provided the knife and fork, and he tucked in, eating quickly to keep the thoughts of fucking out of his head. Considering the only real target for such fantasies stood just across the room from him - ass still almost exposed - that was a little hard to do. It helped that the steaks were great, though.

The silence that fell while they ate - and the second steak being just as good as the first meant that he was more than willing to be quiet while he went through it - was a bit soothing and a bit disquieting at the same time. He wanted to speak up, to talk about what was happening between them, but at the same time, there was this odd comfort between them. There was a part of him that wanted to apologize about the awkwardness of the morning, to talk about what he had done with Andrew and say how proud he was for standing up for himself, but at the same time, he just felt like it would be a bad idea. There was something...not quite wrong, but also not quite right for the moment.

So, instead, they ate quietly, said nothing, and continued to just enjoy one another's company rather than doing anything to make it better. The pendant continued to dully warm his chest, and there was still that gentle tug from it, pulling at him, reminding him that someone was out there. And slowly coming closer, as a matter of fact, or so he chose to interpret it.

When the steaks were all gone and nothing but blood and juices remained on the plates, Kevin got up. He started cleaning, while Frankie finally found it within himself to speak.

"So...enjoy your new dick while I was out?"

"A few times," Kevin said, then laughed. "God, can't believe I just admitted that."

"I seriously doubt 'God' is involved in this."

"Considering what all the books say about his thoughts on magic, probably not."

"But you don't mind?"

"Dude, I have a giant dick now. That's something to enjoy."

"...Glad that you're good with it."

"What, you thought I wouldn't be?"

"I thought it might be something you'd regret."

"So I have to buy some bigger clothes. No skin off my nose."

That was good. At least it wasn't something to make things worse. Hell, he had all but known that wasn't the case, but there was always the possibility that someone would be pissed about their body being changed, even if it was an improvement. Hell, he'd been rather shocked when he woke up to find his cock bigger, and he hadn't entirely settled to that until well after that moment. If Kevin had been angry, too...

Well, he would have found a way to deal with it, but he definitely would have understood the sentiment. Not something that was easy to get around, at the best of times.

He rubbed the back of his head. For all that he wanted to talk about his day, for all that he wanted to brag about what he did with Andrew, there was something about it that held him back. It felt like the sort of thing that you did with someone close to you, he realized, and it felt like cheating to try and get too close to Kevin if Kevin wasn't going to be the guy that he'd spend the rest of his life with. Maybe if he had gotten an indication that Kevin was the real guy for him but...

Well, that had been confirmed at Mr. Han's shop, hadn't it? If Kevin was going to be his boyfriend, then they could have figured that, sorted that, without ever going there. This had to be someone else, and he wasn't going to start cheating just because they weren't there yet.

So, he leaned back, looked up at the ceiling, and crossed one leg over the other. He reached down to the pendant, shaking his head as he felt the tingling warmth against his fingers.

"Do you think that I'm still going to be human at the end of this?" he asked.

"...You know, I didn't think about that, but it wouldn't surprise me if you became something else," Kevin admitted.

"What do you think it'd be?"

"Dude, I'm barely wrapping my head around the fact that we're getting real magic here, and you want me to try and guess what you'd turn into?"

"Heh, fair point."

"But I bet it'd be something big and bulky."

"Just because that's me?"

"Even more you, these days," Kevin said, looking over his shoulder. "Seriously, dude, you're a lot bigger than you were...in all the best ways."

There was flirtation there, something that he could no longer ignore. He wanted to pursue that - Goddamn, he wanted to pursue it - but there was nothing that he could do without getting some sign that Kevin genuinely wanted to take it further. The pendant...

He sighed, leaning back on the bed.

"I bet I'd look good as a shark...or a snake."

"Or both," Kevin said.

"What, you think like a hybrid?"

"That's possible. I mean, magic."

"Magic can't do [i]everything.[/i]"

"I don't know. It gave you a bigger dick, didn't it?"

"You noticed?!"

"You were asleep for a long time after I got up. Heh. Let's just say that I got quite the view of seeing that thing rising up under the sheets."

Today was just full of surprises. He groaned, rubbing the back of his head as his cock strained against his pants again, trying to come up. It managed to go about halfway, sliding out from between his legs to go down one pant leg, and immediately he could feel the constriction against the greater size of his cock. He could feel the denim pressing in on all sides, trying to trap his cock in place, keeping it down his pants while it was trying to rise up and show itself off again.

And this time, there was no hiding that from Kevin. His roommate went slightly wide-eyed at that, but grinned nonetheless.

"Well...that's hot, not gonna lie."

"Mmmph...didn't know you..."

"Well, I kinda like guys. And girls."

"Mmmph..."

"Benefits of being bi, I guess...and that's my coming out notice."

"Thanks...a bunch."

So, there [i]had[/i] been a possibility of the two of them getting together. There'd been some compatibility, something that he'd never known or he might have pushed for it. Goddamn it. Goddamn it all.

"Do you...mmmph..."

"Yeah, you might as well whip it out, or you're going to need to buy some more clothes," Kevin said, far too casually to be that casual for real.

Yet, he was too horny to care, and far too horny to really pay attention to the subtleties at that moment. Knowing that his pants didn't have long before they gave way completely, he reached down and pulled his zipper down. The button popped as soon as the zipper reached the base of his cock, and he barely had time to yank his pants down before -

RIIIIIP!

There went his briefs, and his cock stood out proud and tall, throbbing from base to tip. The whole thing was definitely bigger than it had been the day before, a proud ten inches throbbing from his crotch, and with balls to match, pulsing and churning just between his legs. There was a dull ache that echoed just behind them, something that he didn't entirely understand in that moment, but he was more focused on his cock anyway, focused on that throbbing, pulsing, needy pleasure that was already growing that much stronger just from being free. He groped himself, shaking his head a few times.

"Mmmph...never been this hard before."

"Never seen someone that big before, either," Kevin admitted.

"I swear...I swear, this thing isn't even done..."

"You think it's going to get bigger?"

"I don't know...but something's going to happen."

That much he was sure of. The changes had been extensive so far, but they didn't feel done...and he didn't feel like he had completely become the guy that he was going to become. He groaned, shuffling back on his bed, trying not to give in to just stroking himself off right then and there. It was...well, it was hard, to put it mildly, and more than a little intense right at that moment.

But at the same time...

God, he wanted to do more...and it might be his dick talking, but he really, really, [i]really[/i] wanted to see just how much would happen to him by the end of this. This gradual change had already made his life better. He wondered where he was going to end up by the end of this...

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Frankie goes through further changes, waking up with a bigger dick, but his body isn't the only thing going through changes...

Tags: M/solo, Human, Transformation, Cock Growth, Needy Dick, Throbbing, Hate, Series, Crush, Roommates, Nudity, Clothes Ripping, Masturbation,