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The morning was largely uneventful as Frankie rolled out of bed. He awoke with a yawn and immediately found himself on his computer, checking to see if anything was posted from his other classes. Aside from several assignments there wasn't a whole lot else, though he did note that a few marks had been entered, giving him a bit of a boost to start off his day.

That was also when he discovered that he hadn't wiped himself off after last night's fun time, as now his cum had dried and made his fur all crusty. Showering was his best option to take care of that.

If he was ever forced to, he could sleepwalk through the entire process of bathing himself - from placing his glasses on the edge of the sink to turning the dial in the shower to the right temperature, he could do it all without thinking about it. More than once since moving in there he did.

Frankie actually enjoyed how mundane taking a shower was as it gave him a lot of time to think about things and reflect on his life while he washed up. He went over his entire academic career while he rubbed shampoo into his head fur, recalling the path to get to the point that he was at and what he needed to do in the immediate future to ensure that he continued to be successful. The meal that he ate the previous night was remembered as he ran his hands along his gut, amazed at how it didn't feel any larger despite overeating. And of course he thought about the rope he blasted last night as he rubbed along his forearms, feeling his fingers caress the scales in an-

"Scales?!" His heart nearly stopped when he looked down to verify what he felt. Not a single vocalization could be heard coming from him, the only sound being that of the water cascading down his body and hitting the plastic floor.

Frankie's heart rate instantly elevated as panic set in. How long had he been oblivious to this? Did he have this yesterday when he cleaned the kitchen, or did it flare up when he went out to dinner? Maybe he got it while he was masturbating. The only problem was that it didn't matter when he got it, rather that he had it at all.

He rapidly finished his routine and shut the water off, drying himself as adequately as possible before putting on the change of clothes that he'd brought with him into the washroom. Nothing else mattered to him at the moment, his transformed arm was the only thing on his mind.

With haste, Frankie hopped back onto his computer and searched for a possible answer to his condition. The search engine didn't seem to understand anything that he entered no matter how he phrased his inquiry, so it gave him anything that was even a little bit related, which none of it actually was. Like he'd said the week before, he thought making medical history would've been cooler than this.

His worried expression didn't cease as he entered the living area to sit on the couch, his eyesight squarely on the floor in front of him as his mind raced with a multitude of thoughts. That wasn't lost on his roommate, who happened to be in the kitchen and noticed how odd the kangaroo was acting.

"Frankie?" Kevin cocked a brow at his friend's odd behaviour. Not only was a word not said to him upon entering and simply sitting there with a perturbed look, he also noticed that the marsupial was wearing a hoodie, which never happened. Something was seriously up. "Hey, what's going on?"

Frankie's breathing only grew more laboured when he realized that he wasn't as alone as he thought that he was. "Oh fuck..." He muttered under his breath when the canine made his presence known. "I... I don't really wanna talk about it..."

Kevin sighed. "Look, you've been my friend for decades now, since we were really little. I know when something's up, and I know when it's really bad." He took the seat next to the roo and forced their gazes to meet. "What happened?"

Frankie could only gulp, scared as to what his roomie's reaction was going to be. "Um, can you promise not to freak out when I show you?"

"Yes but," Kevin only got more confused the longer that the kangaroo kept himself hidden, "show me what?"

Heart now beating out of his chest, Frankie could nearly hear the blood pumping through his ears. "Oh god..." He whimpered. Shakily, he pulled up his sleeve, revealing to the wolf the scales that had begun to form on his forearm.

To say that Kevin wasn't shocked would be a lie, but what was even more shocking was that he wasn't as shaken up as his roommate was predicting. "What the hell?" He gingerly went to touch the scales, even going so far as to try and fail to dig his nails underneath them, which instantaneously told him that this wasn't a prank of any kind. "Oh fuck, they're real!"

"Yeah..." Frankie did everything in his power to keep himself as composed as possible, but the waterworks were building up at the dam, making them difficult to hold back. "I just noticed them this morning in the shower."

"Shit..." Kevin studied them intensely, not appalled by their presence in the slightest. "This is genuinely fascinating, but also really alarming." He could see that the roo was traumatized by the discovery and grabbed his hand for support. "Okay, so this happened. Have you called the doctor at all? I have a sneaking suspicion that this is related to that transfusion."

Frankie wiped away the tears that had formed in his eyes. "I-I know that I should, but I ain't had a chance to. I've just been so freaked out when I saw them, I..." He trailed off, his hand still trembling in horror.

"Okay, let's go do that then." Kevin got up off of the couch, only to see that the marsupial hadn't budged. "Do you need me to do it?"

Frankie silently nodded, sniffling.

"Alright, I can take care of it." Kevin whipped out his phone and got the number for the hospital off the internet before calling. It took a few seconds of being on hold, but he got through. "Hi, I'm calling on behalf of someone who was admitted to the hospital within the last week, one Frankie-"

"Oh good, I was just about to call you!" The receptionist interrupted with an air of imperativeness. "Dr. Mason has discovered something regarding the procedure and needs Frankie here urgently. We're dispatching transportation to get you here as soon as possible." The receptionist did what sounded like entering something into the computer. "It'll be there shortly, so just sit tight." Like the time before, the call had been hung up on.

Now understanding what it was like to have the call rudely ended without his input, Kevin grunted in annoyance. "God, I'm really starting to fucking hate that."

"You got hung up on too?"

"Yeah, same as you." Kevin rubbed the bridge of his nose. "That job can't be that busy."

Frankie stood up and walked over to where his roommate was. "But were you told anything?"

Kevin looked at the roo, his lips pursed. "You ever rode in an ambulance and been awake for it?"

***

The pair of them were back in the same room that they were escorted to for the first time that had been asked to come back to the hospital. This time, however, they were both wide awake, nervous as to what kind of news will be delivered to them, but also as to how long they'd be waiting to hear it.

It turned out that it wouldn't be all that long, as the middle-aged badger entered through the door not long after the two of them did. "Ah, good, you're here already. Let's begin."

"Yes, let's." Kevin puffed, not happy with what was going on with his friend.

"Now, the reason I called you down here was because we made a discovery after analyzing Frankie's blood. I'm not sure how much of that was mentioned to you."

"Only the first part." Frankie did his best to keep his nerves steeled for the meeting.

Dr. Mason cleared his throat. "Okay, I can work with that. So, I can actually let you in on what exactly it is that we've been working on here. I'm sure you both think that something shady is going on at this hospital."

"We didn't until you just said it." Kevin crossed his arms, miffed.

Dr. Mason as he adjusted his glasses. "Right. Well, we've been working on a way to induce rapid cell replication as a method of healing a heavily wounded patient who's near death. Ideally the procedure could be done in a number of ways once we've collected more data on it, but we haven't quite crossed that bridge just yet, and the easiest method that we were able to perform was a full blood transfusion."

"That seems a bit... strange," Frankie rested his chin in the crook between his thumbs and index fingers, "but what the hell do I know about medicine?"

"We've been dealing with several highly experimental potential advancements that have barely been tested in any capacity before, but the research that we'd conducted along the way indicated that we'd have a high likelihood of succeeding in our endeavours should we ever have the chance to perform the procedure."

Kevin cast his gaze to the marsupial beside him before turning his attention back to the older badger. "Okay, go on."

"The method that we'd chosen involved using healing properties present in animals that we don't normally have access to. The various tests that we'd conducted in our labs on a multitude of different cell cultures went flawlessly, there was just one slight complication."

"And that is..." Kevin's eyebrow raised on its own accord upon hearing that.

Dr. Mason fidgeted slightly where he stood. "It's just that, even though we succeeded in healing wounds inflicted upon these cultures, we noted that the procedure itself was extraordinarily painful to them. I'd say that it hurt like-"

"Like a motherfucker?" Frankie interrupted.

Not anticipating the disruption, Dr. Mason cleared his throat. "Yes, well. So, we could do this procedure, but not without subjecting the patient to intense amounts of pain. That's where cobra venom comes into play."

After that was the point where Kevin was officially lost. "I beg your pardon?"

"It's actually pretty interesting. Cobra venom, in small quantities, actually contains properties that dull pain, and we've known about that for nearly a century now! The proteins that do that get extracted and inserted into a variety of different medicines meant for pain relief. We figured that ours would be a good application for its properties," Dr. Mason paused, scrunching up his face as his explanation grew more emotionally difficult, "but we realized that he had a problem when we examined Frankie's blood sample."

"What kinda problem?" Frankie's ears instantly perked up when he heard that.

"Well..." Dr. Mason sighed into the hand that was pinching the bridge of his nose. "The DNA present in the extracted venom hadn't been properly neutralized, meaning that the rapid cell replication affected it too. We aren't quite sure what that really means, but we're testing every possible avenue to determine all conceivable outcomes."

That was exactly what Kevin didn't want to hear. "Is one of those outcomes the patient turning into a cobra."

"Excuse me?" Dr. Mason was taken aback by the question, looking at the pair of them like he was asked something in a foreign language. "Sorry, am I missing something? That's absurd! Where did you come up with something bizarre like that?"

"Show him your arm." Kevin nudged his friend, who did just that. Hesitantly, the roo pulled back the sleeve to his hoodie, revealing the black scales that had grown in there.

Dr. Mason could only stand there, mouth agape, as he took in the sight of the anomaly juxtaposed against the white fur around it. "I see." He pointed at the kangaroo's wrist. "May I?" The forearm was offered up, to which he immediately went to work inspecting it. He tapped his claws against the scales, gently scratched them, even snapping a picture of them on his phone so that his team had an idea of what he'd explain to them later. "This wasn't conceivable to us, but I am now considering this an outcome. On behalf of the team working on this project, I am genuinely sorry that this happened to you, and I can assure you that we'll be tirelessly working on a solution to this problem."

"So you guys can fix it?" For the first time that day, Frankie felt an ounce of hope build up inside of him.

"I honestly can't say for sure, but," Dr. Mason gestured with his index finger, "the team I have behind me is some of the best and brightest people around, and we're going to be starting work on this immediately."

Kevin, too, felt relief wash over him. "So the fix will be ready soon then?"

"Considering that we have the cobra DNA genome mapped out and know what every single protein in it is capable of, I have no doubt in my mind that we can isolate the cause of the transformation and find a way to reverse it." Dr. Mason adjusted his glasses. "How long that may take is anyone's guess, but I will personally call you when it's been completed. You have my word."

Frankie didn't honestly believe that there was any possible solution to this nightmare, yet here he was being told that the potential was there. He couldn't contain his excitement, letting out a quiet chuckle of elation under his breath. This was going to be taken care of and then could get on with his life again; he had the doctor's word.

***

The news that the pair of them got at the hospital was beyond their wildest expectation considering what had happened thus far. It was the only thing on their mind, but neither of them felt all that comfortable discussing it out in public, opting to wait until they got back home first.

"Holy shit, they're gonna take care of it!" Kevin nearly slammed the door to their apartment against the wall before shutting it behind them.

"I know, I ain't gotta deal with this forever now!" Frankie's mood had been dramatically switched compared to what it was before. "I can't believe I'm gonna be me again."

Kevin was just as happy for his friend as the roo was for himself, but in their elation a thought occurred to him. "Do you think that this is over yet, though?" He pointed to his roomie's wrist. "I mean, how many more changes are gonna happen before they come up with something to fix all this?"

Frankie was at a loss for words. "I dunno..." He scratched the back of his neck, trying to think of an answer. "I ain't got a clue about medicine in the slightest. I'm just hanging on to the fact that he said it's possible in the first place."

"True, very true." Kevin placed his jacket back on its usual spot. "I'm genuinely hoping it's soon. I don't want you to have to keep going through this."

"I mean, it ain't all that bad, I guess." Frankie shrugged his shoulders. "It took this long for my arms to change, I think it's gonna take a lot longer for the rest of my body to feel something."

That statement stuck out to Kevin, who examined it closely in order to see if it was actually true. "You know, I don't think that was your first change."

"What are ya talking about?" Frankie looked at his friend in bewilderment.

"Remember when you snapped at me in the kitchen yesterday?"

Frankie's body instantly wanted to implode as he was forced to recall his unacceptable behaviour during the previous day. "I've been trying hard to forget. Again, I'm really sorry it happened."

"But that's just it, it was so out of character for you!" Kevin pointed out. "The doc said that him and his team used cobra venom in the procedure. Those guys are aggressive as all hell, I think you know that."

"Ugh, yeah." Frankie was reminded of an unfortunate encounter with a few cobras, in fact it was the exact same one where he got all his scars. "Fucking hate those assholes." He'd not been fond of the snakes since then, even though he'd had a few more pleasant experiences with others since.

"Hey, uh," Kevin quietly mumbled, getting closer to the kangaroo, "you've been through a lot today. You wanna order something in tonight? I can pay for it, I don't mind."

Frankie shook his head. "Nah, don't bother. I actually kinda feel like cooking today anyway."

Kevin was surprised to hear that but welcoming of it. "Oh, really?" He wasn't about to argue with his friend. "What do you have in mind?"

"We've got everything here to make my mama's enchiladas!" Frankie beamed.

"Oh?" Kevin quickly glanced around the kitchen to all the various places where the ingredients would normally be stored, trying to remember what they have in stock. "Okay, I guess we actually do." A thin wave of apprehension then washed over him. "Are you sure you want to though? I get it if you're too upset."

"Fuck that, I'm gonna get cured. I'm celebrating this as much as I can!" Frankie's laugh boomed throughout the apartment. "You're gonna be blown away by these, trust me. I love these fucking things."

Kevin rubbed his chin in thought. "I don't think I've actually eaten your mom's enchiladas before."

"Oh, they're really good, you're gonna love them. But I'll warn you now, they're a bit," Frankie slowly pushed his muzzle closer to the wolf's ear, "spicy." He hissed in a hushed whisper.

That word acted like a trigger to Kevin, who immediately rushed to the fridge in search of something. "Shit, do we have any..."

"Uh," Frankie looked confused as he watched his friend rummage through the refrigerator, "whatcha looking for?"

"There it is, the milk!" Kevin victoriously pulled out a blue carton. "Ooh, a few days left before expiring. I really gotta drink this more often."

It didn't make sense to Frankie at first, but he was able to piece it together a few moments later. "You're that worried about them, huh?"

"You and I both know that we have different spice tolerances."

"Lemme tell you, it's not that bad. You ain't gotta worry about a thing." Frankie chuckled as he pulled out the ingredients held in the fridge crispers. "It's making the things where you'll have a problem. If you got the urge to touch your face, you gotta do before cutting the veg because those chilies will fuck you right up if you get any of the oils in your eyes!"

Kevin's stomach immediately dropped when he heard that chilies were involved; he never ate a lot of them growing up and didn't know what to expect. "Oh fuck."

***

Last night's meal was one to be proud of, and Frankie was beyond satisfied with himself for pulling the enchiladas off. His black-furred roommate remained skeptical of their heat index the whole time that they were being made, but once he got a chance to try them he could see that they actually weren't as bad as he was anticipating. He still absolutely needed the milk, though.

Frankie, however, didn't need anything to dull the spices in the food, which was shocking considering that he ate pretty much the same amount as the night before. Now that he found it a bit odd - one day of overeating was one thing, but two definitely means that something is up. The only question now was 'what'.

With a yawn, he meandered his way into the restroom and rubbed the sleep out of his eye; his dinner had hit him extra hard later in the evening and he fell deeply asleep with little trouble. In an attempt to wake up, he went and splashed cold water onto his face, gasping when the lack of heat hit his skin. He dried himself off with the hand towel on the wall adjacent to him, only to stop what he was doing when he saw his reflection. Something looked off.

It took a couple moments, but Frankie discovered what it was - his shirt looked strangely loose on him. His hands involuntarily jumped to his torso to check out his hypothesis and, lo and behold, he actually lost weight, a lot of it in fact!

Yanking up the bottom of his shirt displayed a now flat kangaroo tummy, complete with the beginning of what looked like abs. That thrilled him to no end as he'd never had abs before! But it was absolutely weird as fuck considering that he'd eaten way the hell more than he normally did over the last two days, and he wondered how it was possible that he didn't gain any weight and instead lose it.

That's when he saw his reflection was closer to the top of the mirror now. "Did... Did I get taller?!" The answer might not have been as bizarre as Frankie thought it might be, but it did a good job of raising further questions.

He wanted to get a second opinion regarding his on-going transformation, but try as he might, he couldn't find his roommate anywhere in the apartment. The idea to text and get the canine's whereabouts came up, but a notification on his phone let him know that he'd been beaten to the punch.

Apparently the wolf learned that an old friend was visiting town for the day and wanted to meet up before he had to go home again, and that meant that he had to leave when Frankie was asleep in order to make it to the café on time.

He sighed; it wasn't that he minded the lupine seeing one of his friends, it was just the unfortunate timing that he couldn't have anticipated. And as much as he'd have liked to join them and meet this guy, even he knew that this would be a terrible time considering his condition.

Which was unfortunate because this was one of the only good changes that he'd have happen to him so far. His altered attitude felt weird and alien to him, and the scales on his forearms made him feel like he was wearing armour that he couldn't ever take off. He was about to be grateful that he imagined his teeth elongating, but a quick poke with his finger proved that those, too, were shifting as well.

It was all Frankie could feel now as he ran his tongue through his mouth. His canines weren't quite as long as what a snake's normally was, but they definitely stuck out amongst his other teeth now. Fuck.

While he knew that he'd be alone at some point during the day, he wasn't expecting it to be so soon as the wolf had a class during the afternoon that lasted a couple hours. This left him with a lot of time on his hands and not a lot to do to fill it with. This was the recipe for a bored Frankie, and a bored Frankie is one that could potentially get himself into trouble.

Case in point - he was thinking of doing the jump again. He wasn't happy with the outcome from last time, but now he understood for sure where he went wrong. It was a bright, sunny day, as evident by a patch of the living room carpet being heated up by a ray of light shining through the nearby uncovered window. That's also not to mention that it's been the latest of gorgeous days in a conga line of them, meaning that the roof would be bone dry this time.

It also gave Frankie the idea to check out his weight as his thinner body type would make it seem like the jump would be easier now. While he knew that getting taller meant that he'd naturally be heavier, the mass that he lost was still significant enough to drop the number on the scale by a fair bit. He was ready.

Despite being covered head to toe in brilliant white fur, the heat from the sun actually didn't affect him too much regardless that it was close to the middle of the day. Already he could feel that he had much better traction on his shoes just by walking. His confidence in his abilities was rising as the seconds passed.

Frankie assumed the position that he did every single time that he attempted the leap, visually judging the distance between the rooftops as if expecting them to have changed. His mark was always the top of the other building's fire escape, but it'd be a hell of feat to nail the other roof itself. He'd tell his roomie, but he was certain that the wolf would have a conniption fit if he ever found out.

Long strides were then taken as he backed himself up across an appropriate length of the roof. Then, after several deep breaths to steel his nerves, he ran forward and launched himself when his foot hit the raised edge. It was completely unlike his previous attempt as, even though time seemed to slow down for him like before, he was sailing gracefully through the air, as opposed to falling to the ground.

His feet contacted the other edge of the foot, but not the entirety of them, and he struggled to keep his balance until he managed to fall forwards onto his hands and knees. Adrenaline practically replaced the blood in his system as it coursed through his veins. His chest rose and fell with every electric pulse of thrill shooting through him, but it was all worth it. He made it!

Frankie stood up, needing to take a moment to lower the rate of his heart beat. It was exhilarating that, not only did he actually stick the landing this time, he'd actually jumped from roof to roof. He'd never been able to manage that before.

Tingling was still present in his digits as he twisted his head to look back at his building's rooftop. His original plan was to take the stairs down to street level and walk back to his apartment, but upon further reflection he realized that the potential for people to potentially notice him and his 'peculiarities' would be fairly high, so at the last second he pivoted and decided to make the jump back instead.

This time, however, he was ready and raring to go right away. His body was running on pure excitement, stimulating him like he'd drank several pots of coffee all in a row. He didn't even give himself all that much time to prepare before he ran towards the edge and jumped.

Like before, he cleared the gap and touched down on the opposite roof. This was incredible; he'd never been this spry before in his life! Were all cobras this athletic? He'd met some pretty nerdy ones that played a bunch of DnD, maybe they had that in them as well? Maybe his transformation had some benefits to it.

Still, Frankie had one last thought racing through his head of something to try out while he was here. He jumped down onto the fire escape and sat with his legs sticking through the bars, then tried to pull himself up. Surprisingly, he could do it with little difficulty, which prompted him to want to amp up the challenge.

Carefully, he shifted himself around until he was on the other side of the guard railing and painstakingly lowered himself so that his feet couldn't touch anything. He had to admit that it was way more nerve-wracking than performing the jump, but he wasn't quite finished yet. His hands were now at the bottom of the rails while his feet dangled in the open air. Then he let go of one hand, now supporting himself solely with the other. Certain death was to come if he somehow slipped, but it amazed him to find out that he didn't feel as scared as he typically would have.

That was all the risky business that he'd like to partake in for one day, though. With a strength that he didn't know that he possessed, he pulled himself up back up to the solid metal and climbed back onto the roof. This whole experience was incredibly awesome, and he was upset that he couldn't share it with his roomie. As much as he'd like to, it was for the best if it was kept secret. Still, he did it!

***

Frankie dejectedly sighed as he stared at his reflection on the following day. The changes were progressing faster than he initially anticipated; not only were his canine teeth growing longer and pointier seemingly every time that he looked at them, but scales were also sprouting more and more around his body.

His forearms were completely taken over now, ending in his hands adopting the scaly flesh as well. It didn't stay above the belt either, as his feet now looked the same up to just past his ankle. He might have been able to deal with that as it was, except his tail was getting the same treatment too. While not all of it had transformed yet, the process was starting, and it left the tip with a sharp barb that he didn't understand the purpose of.

The reality of him changing into a hybrid creature bothered him once more, especially since he had no way of stopping the alterations from happening. He really wished that the guys and gals at the hospital could come up with something and quick.

Even just closing his fist felt strange to him. He wasn't used to not having fur along the back of his hands, which made washing them a bizarre new experience that he had to get used to.

Frankie basically had to retrain his brain to recognize all these new sensations. Accidentally sitting on his tail posed a new problem with how knifelike the end of it was now, his appendages felt cold a lot faster due to not having a protective layer of fur there to shield them, and he now had to get used to closing his mouth in just the right way so that he didn't puncture his gums. Just about the only difference that he actually did enjoy was the feeling of putting on socks, as his new skin was extra sensitive to the plush material that the garments were made from. He needed some kind of win out of all of this.

But even then, he still felt overall horrible. The fact that these changes were only happening to him meant that he had no one to relate to, and that he was entirely alone in dealing with them. Well, that wasn't really true. There was his roommate, but he wasn't sure just how much the wolf could do for him in his crestfallen state.

Still, just having his roomie around helped a bit to alleviate his emotional pain. It gave him a chance to keep his feelings from being bottled up inside, which he found to be way too easy to do these days.

Frankie gulped before knocking on the door to the canine's bedroom. He knew that his friend hadn't seen him since the previous day, and he was worried what would come from his mouth now.

Kevin opened the door after he heard it getting rapped on, laying his eyes on the visage of his roommate mid-transformation. "Oh wow." He quickly inspected the roo from top to tail, his mouth slightly agape.

Frankie cringed. "Yeah..." His hand held the arm across from it, which he noticed to be a bit more defined today. It seemed like the cobra DNA wanted him bigger too.

Kevin shook his head, admonishing himself for doing nothing but stare before then inviting his friend into his room. "Come on in, you look like you need someone to talk to."

"Yeah, I really do..." Frankie gulped, completely unsure of himself.

They took seats beside each other, with Kevin closer to the headboard. He sighed when he noticed how scaled the kangaroo's hands had become. "It's really progressing, huh?"

That made Frankie whimper. "Yeah. I probably ain't got much time left now."

Not wanting the roo to think that he was in this by himself, Kevin grabbed the scaled hand with his own two and held it. "Maybe, but it could be reversible even when it's finished. You never know what could happen."

"You really think so?" Frankie looked at the wolf, but there wasn't a single ounce of hope in his eyes.

"I mean, there's always a chance, right? I know next to nothing about medicine, but it seems like we're closer to figuring a lot of our problems out. It feels like there's quite a bit that we've been able to cure since the olden times. Not a whole lot of afflictions seem to be permanent these days."

Frankie was about to speak but stopped himself when he fully took in his friend's words. "Yeah, I guess you got a point. Still sucks that I gotta be the one to deal with this shit." He grumbled when he looked down at his torso.

"I know, I know." Kevin somberly nodded. "Just don't think you have to do this on your own. You're more than welcome to lean on me whenever you need it."

The selfless way that his friend had been acting throughout his entire ordeal was enough to bring Frankie to tears. He tried, and failed, to keep the flood contained, but the feeling of his emotions coming out was too strong to contain.

This wasn't lost on Kevin, who sprung into action the moment he saw the first few tears fall. "Hey, I'm sorry if I said something to upset you! I'll always be here for you."

"Thanks." Frankie sniffled, his glasses slightly catching some of his tears. "It's just so hard to look at myself every day and see myself turn into something I ain't. I feel like a freak. I can't ever go out anymore."

Kevin thought long and hard about what to say before opening his mouth again. "If some random person truly can't get over the way you look as you walk down the street, then that's their problem, not yours." He rubbed the back of the transforming marsupial. "And I wanna say that there are people already out there in the world who are a hybrid of two different species."

Frankie rubbed his eyes clean with the ball of his palm; even that felt strange to him now. "You really think so?"

"I have a sneaking suspicion that they exist. I know that certain chimeric hybrids can naturally happen between people, but I highly doubt that you're the first person to be touched by technology in this way. We've been fucking with DNA for quite some time now."

It took Frankie a moment to ponder the thought, but he still wasn't sure if it made him feel better or not. "Yeah, maybe. I guess I just kinda wish it ain't so rare. It'd make for quite the conversation starter given the different species." Just then, a thought occurs to him, almost as a way to include the lupine in the conversation. "Hey, what if this shit was happening to you? If you gotta go through this, what would you wanna be crossed with?"

"I would assume that 'cobra' would be the most correct choice given what we were told at the hospital." Kevin rested his chin on his closed fists, giving the question some serious thought. "I think I'd maybe pick an 'orca'."

"Oh, no shit?" Frankie found himself genuinely surprised at the response.

Kevin wryly smirked. "I just think they look cool." He couldn't stop the grin from stretching across his face. "Also they're big. I might finally get past the six foot mark."

"Ah, you're plenty tall already." Frankie slung his arm around the wolf's shoulders and pulled him in close. "It ain't like you're five-foot-nothing or... nothing." There were a few times when his upbringing made his choice of words awkward to use.

"Still, being taller would be pretty sweet." Kevin then took a closer look at the kangaroo, noting his difference in height between now and a few days ago. "I mean, shit, you're getting taller!"

Kevin rubbed the back of his neck, feeling actual trapezius muscles there for the first time in his life. "Yeah, I guess. It ain't all that cool with the rest of this going on too."

"And yet you're still handling this way better than a lot of other people would." Kevin grasped both of his friend's hands and brought them together. "You're a pretty tough guy, Frankie."

Frankie was embarrassed that compliments tended to make him blush so profusely. "Thanks, I just..." He found himself in an emotional state like before, only this time it wasn't due to despair. "I really love how you ain't abandoned me through all of this, especially after nearly killing myself. I love how you've made me feel like myself even though I kinda ain't. I just really love..." There was no stopping his emotions from coming out now. "You."

The admission gave Kevin pause. He'd never heard this side of his friend before, and certainly wasn't expecting it to be announced right now. "Oh wow." He had no idea what to think.

"Yeah, I just... I've been feeling this actually for some time now, I just ain't had the right time to say it. I felt like I ain't never be ready for it either." Frankie sighed but put on a show of steely determination. "Look, man, I like you, like really like you."

"You..." Kevin was nearly speechless. "You do?"

Frankie nodded, feeling more driven than he could ever remember being. "Yeah, I do. I have for a long time now and I ain't able to keep it inside me no more."

"So then..." Kevin carefully considered his words. "How come you never said anything to me before?"

"I wasn't bold enough to tell you before." As much as Frankie would normally feel ashamed to air his weaknesses like this, Frankie couldn't help but be happy that he didn't have to hide his feelings anymore. "But I am now, and I don't wanna stop at just telling you." With a spontaneity that he'd never possessed before, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against his roomie's, catching the wolf off-guard.

Kevin's eyes went wide as saucers when he felt the embrace but didn't fight it at all. Instead, he leaned in on his own accord, accepting this as happening despite how unexpected it was to him.

It was the culmination of years spent together, friends since they started school at the same time when they were both very little. They'd been through thick and thin, maybe more than the two of them would've liked, but it all paid off in the end.

Frankie's heart fluttered when the kiss naturally came to its end, a smile plastered onto his face from ear-to-ear in spite of everything that had happened to him during this last week. "That felt even better than I thought it would." He mumbled to himself under his breath.

"If I was gonna do that with any guy, I'm glad it was with you." Kevin stated, his own body growing warm from his blood pumping faster.

One benefit from not being entirely covered in fur now was that Frankie's body heat dissipated a smidge quicker, which helped when his heart was nearly beating out of his chest like this. The acceptance from his friend helped him accept himself more than mere moments ago, and it gave him the confidence to keep moving forward in life regardless of the transformation happening to him. "I'm really happy you said that." He said, getting up onto his feet.

"Where are you going?" Kevin inquired, his hands letting go of his friend-turned-lover's.

"I ain't had my shower yet, and between you and me, I kinda need it." Frankie snickered, though he stopped himself from leaving the room at the last second. "Oh yeah, I actually landed the jump yesterday while you were gone."

Kevin's eyes widened in response, a whole flurry of emotions whipping through him. "You didn't!"

"Twice, actually. Had to get across again."

Kevin's shoulders slumped forward, not believing that he was hearing this. "Frankie..."

"And then I dangled myself from the fire escape." Frankie cackled. "That shit was nuts!"

"Frankie!" Now Kevin was upset.

"I love you!" Frankie offered one last cheeky grin before bolting off to the washroom. If there was one thing that he didn't want to do after all that, it was keeping secrets. He didn't mind, he knew that the wolf would forgive eventually.

Right?

***

The day had flown by as Frankie started his evening routine. He'd spent the entire day with his new boyfriend and nearly forgotten about all the changes that had been happening to him. That was until he looked in the restroom mirror and saw his body transforming even more. While not anything to do with turning into another species, it was still a massive change - his muscles were growing way larger than they ever had before.

No longer was he the lanky, but chubby, nerd that would never step foot inside of a gym, now he looked like he'd been bodybuilding over his entire life. His shoulders had widened a fair bit to allow for his frame to get packed with more mass, to the point where it wouldn't be long until he had to take a step back just so that all of him could fit into the mirror.

It was just all so surreal to Frankie. He had genuine musculature, hard as a rock when flexed. His chest was the most obvious area to have been modified as it jutted out a bit now, but a thick tuft of fur sticking out from between his pecs also caught his eye. While he had fur, he'd never been one that someone called hairy.

This whole thing killed him because this was basically a body that many guys would kill to have, yet he didn't want it solely because of the other side effects that came along with it. Having the size was pretty awesome, but not if it came with the cost of losing the rest of his physical identity.

And his muscles were so much more sensitive now too. It made sense to Frankie as this mass had accumulated fairly quickly, so there would be quite a lot more nerve endings spread throughout them.

Were he anyone else, he might've made love to himself then and there. But he wasn't anyone else. He honestly felt repulsed when he saw himself, and while he had the full support of the canine that lived with him, it was still hard to see himself this way when he had only started transforming not too long ago. It was just too much, too fast.

With a sigh, Frankie washed up for the evening and went back to his room. It was there that he learned that some of his clothes wouldn't fit him anymore, only the biggest of which stood a chance, and even then his chiseled midsection was still on display. How tall was he now?!

He found it amusing that his sumptuous arms could actually fit into his various hoodies. They were always loose on him - just how he liked them - and it wasn't until now that he was actually at a size where the space in the sleeves was taken up. There might've been a chance that he could pull off the nerd look after all.

But clothes weren't exactly what Frankie wanted right now as his room was fairly hot and stuffy. Thankfully the air outside was at a decently cool temperature, but it would take a while before the heat in his room would dissipate. That marked the first night in a long time that he'd go to bed without wearing anything.

It also marked the first time in ages that his legs hung off the bed. Considering the size of his bed, he estimated that he must've been somewhere in the ballpark of over seven feet tall, which would've made him one step closer to fulfilling the dream of becoming a basketball player that he had when he was younger. Maybe there still could have been a chance for him after all of this was said and done.

But anything cool like that was just a pipe dream because Frankie was currently living through a nightmare of epic proportions. His entire life was getting flipped onto his head, with his future in particular being at stake. If he went into academics then he knew that there were online classes that he could take, and if he jumped into the working world there was a chance that he could work from home. The problem was that, sooner rather than later, he'd have to physically go in and have everyone see him for what he was. The thought terrified him.

Maybe a good night's sleep could help calm his nerves.

***

Frankie awoke with a grunt, interrupting the snoring that he only did when he was in a deep sleep. His consciousness was slowly fading into existence, much to his displeasure as he'd been profoundly relaxed up until that point. All of his feeling was coming back to him a little bit at a time; it took a few moments for his brain to register the presence of his body, starting with his extremities and working its way up. He had no idea what time it was, let alone the day of the week.

He gently tried to swing his leg over onto the floor, only to realize that his foot was already contacting it from the position that he was in. The feeling was bizarre and went against every instinct that he held deep inside him. How was this possible when he was curled up onto his bed the night before?

And that's when Frankie remembered that he couldn't have done that, and that, in fact, his legs were already hanging off the bed before he went to sleep. The problem was that his feet weren't touching the ground on the previous night.

With a snort, he scratched at his chest, only to gain further confusion as there seemed to be more chest there than he was anticipating. His fingers danced along the heaving muscle groups, them rising and falling with every full breath that he took. It astonished him that he couldn't even dent his own pectoral with his finger without even flexing it.

By now Frankie had woken up enough to take stock of his situation, but not enough to fully make sense of everything just yet. He rubbed his eyes with both hands, yawning into his palms as he tried labouriously to wake up. Eventually he was able to open his eyes, not understanding why the world was so blurry, only to then recall that he wore glasses. The pieces fell into place as soon as his vision was restored.

The first thing that he saw was that his chest was far bigger than it was last night, much larger than it really had any right to be, and it dominated the space below his muzzle. He had poked it before, but now he had a visual confirmation that, yes, this was really him. It made him genuinely look like he lived inside of the local iron pit and did nothing but try to make them as big as possible.

Then Frankie saw that his pecs weren't the only thing that had grown overnight, as his arms bulged out with thick cords of muscle. His biceps were likely the size that his head used to be, if not larger, but it was his triceps that really stole the show. When tensed, they resembled a giant croissant made from the densest muscle fibres ever produced, with power that put steel cables to shame.

His torso was the stuff of legends, which is what he would probably think if he could see it. Though, just by touch alone he could tell that it felt like it had been carved from a single slab of marble by the finest sculptor in existence. Every single little detail that he imagined a set of chiseled abs to possess was there, only grossly exaggerated due to his gargantuan form. 'Shredded' didn't even do a good enough job of explaining it.

Moving down his body, Frankie gave his legs a flex and felt how his quads bunched up, potentially bigger than some people's waists! While he couldn't reach too far, he could locate exactly where each muscle began and ended and noted how insanely huge they'd grown while he had slept. They had no choice but to fight for what little room there was between his legs!

But right beside those was the strangest surprise of all - he had not one cock, but two, and both were flared! The stimulation that his fingers were giving it during their caress brought both of them to life, which is when he discovered another revelation. It wasn't just his cock that mutated into becoming double of itself, but his testicles as well, with his sac now housing four heavy balls roiling with seed. Needless to say, he never saw this coming in the slightest.

Frankie moved to get up and onto his feet, only to stumble when he tried to sit up. His centre of mass, while still in the same part of his body as before, was much higher off of the ground now, and it took him a moment just to get used to that. Standing up wasn't too bad after that, but it posed its own problems, namely that he was scant centimetres away from what he thought was an incredibly tall ceiling. How lofty had he grown?!

He had to duck under the top of his bedroom door frame if he didn't want to bang his head on the trim, only to notice that every doorway in the apartment was like that. This was going to take some getting used to.

Squeezing into the washroom, he observed that he now towered over the top of the mirror. Crouching lower, he gasped when he finally got a good look at his face - he had the hood of a snake and never noticed until now! The image that his eyes were sending to his brain didn't seem real, yet a cursory feel of the fleshy scales indicated that it really existed. He figured that if he hadn't been told that there was cobra DNA in his body slowly transforming him over the course of several days, then it'd eventually become really obvious.

It wasn't the only thing that Frankie hadn't noticed as his mind didn't even pay attention earlier as to how his inner belly had scaled over. He'd been so preoccupied with his abs that he didn't even catch that they were covered in his white fur anymore.

And that's when he finally noticed the scarring that he had before, only now it all popped on his statuesque frame. It might've been the first time in his life that he was okay with them being there as his muscles really accentuated his scars. Chicks might dig them, but he didn't think they looked half bad at all.

The bathroom was now much smaller in comparison to him, yet he still wanted to shift around and get a look of himself from behind. He attempted to shift his position to be relatively where he was before, but he realized too late that it wouldn't matter because he couldn't turn his head to see his back due to his traps getting in the way.

Frankie did his best to feel up what he could, though was rather impressed with the way his back resembled a mountain range with its tall peaks and comparatively low valleys. The fact that he was so much wider now was also an oddly pleasant surprise and made sure to give special attention to the winglike pair of lats that he now sported.

Despite losing control of the very thing that made him himself, he felt a strange mix of feelings regarding the whole scenario. On one hand, he was more in charge of his emotions, and was less afraid to express himself now. He was especially proud of the way that he handled pouring his heart out to Kevin as he wouldn't have been able to do that before. On the other, the entire transformation left him a weird mix of two animals that weren't closely related at all. A lot of him was still the roo that he was before - minus the muscles - but a few very important parts of his body turned snakelike. But that was the end of it all, right? No more transformation from now on? He certainly hoped so.

Frankie was starting to feel claustrophobic from being cramped in the room and pushed his way back into the hall. Sweet freedom, he had space to stretch his arms out again! At least there wasn't a doorway to the living room.

Kevin happened to be out, sitting on the couch while looking at his phone. It was a day that he didn't have anything school-related to be doing, and so didn't feel the need to actually be in his room studying. It was a typical day for him, which is why the sound of footsteps thudding towards him set off alarm bells in his head. A glance upwards caused him to do a double take - the kangaroo wasn't entirely a roo anymore, and he was massive! "Woah!"

"Hey." Frankie stomped into the living room as quietly as he could. The vibration coming from his walking startled a flock of birds nesting on the fire escape by the window, causing them to flee from whatever the unseen terror was.

As much as he didn't want to be rude, Kevin couldn't stop his mouth from nearly hitting the ground upon seeing the imposing figure of his lover. "Holy shit, you got real big real fast."

A blast of air shot out from Frankie's nostrils. "Yeah, I ain't such a little nerd anymore."

"And you look a lot more like a snake now." Kevin leapt off of his seat and went over to the other man, examining the scales that had grown in overnight. His eyes went wide as saucers when his gaze finally noticed his roomie's transformed junk. "Oh fuck, I didn't even see this!"

"Yeah..." Frankie's voice trailed off, his face distorting into a suspicious expression. "Not exactly snakelike, is it?"

"Not at all..." Kevin's curiosity only grew when he saw upon discovering the doubled pair of testosterone factories.

Frankie snorted. "I bet we ain't told everything about that experiment. Makes me wonder what other animal DNA I got shot with." He crossed his arms as best as he could across his monstrously huge chest.

"It's..." Kevin walked back to get the hybrid in his entire line of sight. "It's completely out of this world. I can't believe this happened!" He observed how his friend's hood nearly touched the top of the ceiling, a feat that seemed impossible to achieve until now. "And you're tall, too! That ceiling is a solid nine feet away from the floor, so you gotta be pretty close to that."

"Oh great..." Frankie palmed his face.

"I mean, you'd be a shoo-in to play pro basketball if you still wanted to."

For the first time that day, Frankie smiled. "You know, I should be surprised that you still remembered I told you that, but I also kinda ain't at the same time." He gulped. "You're taking this way better than I expected you to. I know I ain't gonna be so lucky with others."

"Yeah..." Kevin only now understood the physical ramifications of this kind of transformation. "Oh man, what would your parents say?"

"Man, I dunno..." Frankie rubbed the back of his bull neck. "Ugh, I know my abuela would think I'm being possessed by a demon or something, and then yell at me in Spanish knowing that I can't speak the language well." The thought stuck out to him, though he didn't quite know how to process it. "I ain't actually possessed, right?"

"Not unless horrors beyond our comprehension fit into syringes these days." Concern hit Kevin particularly hard, and he wanted to show that he was there for the roo. "Are you doing alright? I know that this is a whole lot to take in, and I know that it feels a bit cheap for me to say that." He chastised himself for not being able to relate to what his roommate was going through, but he knew that it wasn't totally fair to do so since barely anyone, if anyone, could relate.

Frankie hadn't spent a whole lot of time contemplating the changes since they all occurred. "To be honest?" He adjusted his glasses, which miraculously clung onto his face by the bridge of his nose, but only barely. "I think I ain't got a choice in accepting this, and I feel like I kinda came to grips with all this."

"Hmm..." Kevin mused, thinking about how he'd handle a transformation like that were he in the hybrid's metaphorical shoes. He knew that there was no way for any article of clothing to fit the behemoth now. "How's the teeth?"

"Actually, I hardly notice they're there. I ain't feel them sliding past my lips at all when I talk." A thought only just dawned on Frankie - the brownish-black-furred wolf hadn't vacated the premises since laying eyes on him. "So, you ain't repulsed by all this?"

Kevin was about to instinctually respond to the question but stopped himself, quirking an eyebrow. "You're asking if I - the guy who's been your friend for decades now, who's been with you through thick and thin, and has taken care of you at your lowest - is repulsed by something completely out of your control?"

The inquiry sounded very dense to Frankie when it was repeated back to him like that. "Um, yeah..." He responded, embarrassed.

"No! I mean, for fuck's sake, we professed our love to each other yesterday." Kevin grabbed his boyfriend's comparatively larger hand with both of his. "Does that not speak volumes about what I think?"

"I guess so, yeah..." Frankie felt assuaged to hear that, but doubt still lingered in the back of his mind. For some reason he felt that it was difficult to be okay with him in this state. "So, my appearance ain't gonna make you bug out at all?"

Kevin sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Can I level with you for a second?"

"Uh, sure?"

"I don't give a fuck what you look like, dude. I like you for you." Kevin's voice took on a serious tone, indicating the genuine nature of his words.

Frankie's insecurities still existed, but he felt them lessen upon hearing his friend say that. He bent down on one knee so that he could actually see the canine eye-to-eye. "I-I appreciate you saying that. I'm sure I ain't gonna find someone else like you."

Kevin wryly smirked, seeing that the big guy still needed some reassurance. "Hey." He said to get the hybrid's attention before planting a long kiss on his roommate's lips.

Frankie felt his heart swoon from the loving touch that the lupine gave him and wrapped his arms around the smaller man to bring him in closer. It might have been too much love and attention, however, as he found his twin poles springing to life. "Oh shit." He blurted out, pushing the smaller man away.

"Oh, that do it for you?" Kevin grinned widely, counting that as a victory.

"The fact that you ain't scared of a guy my size," Frankie's voice rumbled in his chest, "it's fucking hot, man."

Seeing the cobra hybrid's leviathan python's standing at attention gave Kevin an idea for later, but first he wanted a little something for himself. "Hey, you know what'd make me happy?"

"What's that?"

"I've always kinda wanted a guy to nibble on my neck a bit." Kevin declared. "I never had the chance to have it done before, so I think now would be the perfect opportunity to do so!"

That gave Frankie pause as he knew that his whole 'tooth' situation had changed quite a bit. "Wait, you sure about that?"

"Is there a problem?" Kevin looked over his shoulder at the giant.

"Well," Frankie tried to explain, "the only thing you're really gonna feel are two pointy fangs. I don't wanna hurt ya!"

"Sounds like an excellent time to try it out then, if I'm honest." Kevin caressed the side of the marsupial's face. "I know you're not gonna hurt me. You wouldn't, even if you really wanted to."

Frankie pursed his lips; as much as it felt like the idea could be a recipe for disaster, it did certainly pique his interest, even finding it quite hot himself. "Alright, I'll give it a shot then." With a grace that belied his size, he carefully lowered his fangs beside one of the canine's shoulders, gently rubbing them around the area.

"Mmm." Kevin purred, feeling an itch that he'd had for so long finally get scratched. "Oh, more of that, please."

Seeing that nothing had gone wrong, Frankie did like he was asked, making them cover wider areas around the wolf's flesh. He was surprised at how deliberate he could be if he put his mind to something!

Kevin felt like his whole body was in utter bliss as he stood there receiving that stimulation. Still, it eventually grew to be not enough for him, and his body demanded more. "Keep going, but just a bit harder."

As gingerly as he could ever hope to do, Frankie pressed down even further, trying his very damndest not to inflict discomfort on his friend.

"Yes." Kevin felt a lot of his aches melt away from the action. "Okay, now the other shoulder."

With a nod, Frankie acquiesced, shifting his head to the other side of the canine. He kept a steady pace as he made meticulous circles in his roommate's fur, trying not to force himself too much. Still, even after being the most careful that he could be, his fangs punctured through the skin after too much pressure was applied.

"Oh shit!" Kevin ducked out of the way and onto the carpet, clutching his shoulder.

Frankie began to panic. "Fuck, I'm so sorry! I ain't wanted to do that!" His voice wavered, tears beginning to well up in the corners of his eyes. "I knew this was a bad idea..." He sniffled but looked over to the wolf to see if he was okay. "How bad did I get you? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Kevin assured, brushing himself off as he stood up. "You just poked me a bit, that's all."

Frankie was about to accept that as an answer, until he looked down and noticed a red stain growing amidst the brownish fur. "Oh shit, your shoulder!"

Kevin instantaneously touched the flesh where his skin was perforated, seeing blood on his fingers when he went to inspect them. "Ah fuck, I'm bleeding. I guess I asked you to do it too hard."

"Are you gonna be alright?"

"Yeah, it's nothing a little ointment and a bandage can't take care of." Kevin attempted to calm the larger man down but felt himself grow a tad anxious when he noticed a strange dark-coloured liquid at the end of the hybrid's fangs, a distinctly different liquid to his own blood. "Hey, what's that?"

Frankie felt his teeth get rubbed down to the tip, which made him feel particularly weird. "Oh." He shuddered, then looked at the runny fluid in the palm of his friend's hand. "Huh, that's really purple."

Kevin stared at the strange liquid for a moment before turning to look at his roomie, upon which he finally made the connection that he was looking for. "Oh shit, you're part cobra, right?"

"Uh, I think that's what the doctor said?" Frankie scratched the side of his forehead. "I ain't sure if other snakes have hoods like this."

"Cobras are venomous, dude." Kevin stated matter-of-factly.

The revelation gave Frankie pause. "So I poisoned you?!" He felt his heart start to beat a mile a minute.

"Well... no. Venom is an entirely different thing than poison, with a whole other method of-" Kevin shook his head. "Doesn't matter right now. I think we oughta-" He stopped mid sentence, only to double over in pain, clutching his stomach.

"Woah, what's happening?" Frankie crouched as low as he could to see what was going on.

Kevin couldn't explain the sudden feeling of pain in his abdomen. "I dunno what this is, it just hurts." And then suddenly, as soon as it started, the burning feeling of agony was gone again. He was left panting on his hands and knees. "What the fuck was that?"

Frankie was heavily conflicted. The fact that the lupine seemed alright didn't erase how he was just bent over in anguish not a few seconds ago. He kept his eyes trained on his roomie to see what might happen.

"Huh." Kevin got to his feet and gave himself a once over. "Well, I guess I'm okay." That's when he began panting as a warmth flowed through his body to the very tips of his extremities. "Uh, maybe I'm a bit hot." He tugged at the collar of his shirt.

Frankie's worries flared once more, but this time for good reason; there was a reason that the canine felt warm. "Dude, lookit your fucking tail!"

Kevin could feel what the hybrid was referring to, but he couldn't see it for obvious reasons. It wasn't until he whipped around that he discovered the reason for his friend's horrified reaction - not only was his tail getting longer, but it was losing its hair as well! It shifted from its normal thin, but fluffy, look to a much more powerful one, thickening to the point where it might outsize his arm. The hair receding allowed his skin to breathe, though upon further inspection the colour had changed to jet black on the top, and a creamy white underneath. Topping it all off was the tip widening out into a flat rudder much like a whale's tail did.

"Wait a second..." While he knew that whatever was happening shouldn't be, Frankie couldn't help but try to figure out which animal's part that was.

The transformation wasn't over for Kevin, however, as the changes spread to his legs next. The limbs also swelled with bulging might, looking closer to the roo's now. He was speechless as he watched, only becoming truly transfixed when the jeans that he wore were torn asunder by the rippling expanse of his quads.

His basket fared no better as his surging cock absolutely smashed through the remaining fabric, not leaving anything trace of the pants on him. It was a good thing too, as it gave him an excellent view of his throbbing genitals, now covered in skin as black as night rather than his usual brownish fur. His prick shot past the size of a wine bottle in an instant, while his balls weren't content with being comparable to oranges and followed suit. To think that a nerd like him sported a package larger and more enticing than that of porn stars!

Those pants weren't the only garment that gave way, as the material that Kevin's shirt was made of refused to give any longer and shredded into hundreds of pieces by the rise of his prodigious pectorals. They protruded out far greater than what the most dedicated of bodybuilders could ever dream of, and he got it for free within a few moments!

Then his arms got in on the action, swelling up like he had an air pump attached to them. His fur seemed to recede as quickly as the muscle mass piled on, veins writhing along the surface like they were roads on a map. Within seconds he gained enough muscle to rival his friend and was thrilled that it also looked good on his own body as well.

The final step was one that Kevin could barely see, though he could surely feel it. His head pounded momentarily as his skull reshaped, his ears pulling in and his snout becoming flatter and more bulbous. It was taking on a distinctly cetacean shape, completely contrasting the canine form that it came from. The process was exhausting, though, and by the time all was said and done, he had to use their table for temporary support.

"Well, you got your wish from yesterday." Frankie eyed the newly-minted orca stud.

Kevin panted, taking in the sights of his unfamiliar body. "What do you mean?" He wheezed through his breaths.

"You wanted to be an orca, right?" Frankie lifted the whale's head so that their gazes met.

That got Kevin's heart pounding and took a much closer look at himself in response. Sure enough, the pieces eventually fit together in his head, culminating in his realization. "Holy shit, you're right!" His mind was alight with excitement as he understood the nature of his transformation. Still, it wasn't all fun and games as he had to pay a small price to achieve this form. "Sucks that I had to lose all my fur for this though."

"I wouldn't say you lost all of it." Frankie smirked, guiding his boyfriend's hand to the top of his head.

"Wha-" Kevin let the hybrid take the lead, astonished to find out that he now had a brushy mohawk on top of his head, the same brownish-clack colour that his hair was before. "Oh shit, would you look at that!"

Frankie then offered to help the orca upright, mostly because he saw that his roomie got taller and wanted to compare. Surprisingly to the both of them, Kevin wasn't that far off from his height, and would've absolutely towered over his old self. Still, one thing stuck out to him above everything else. "Ya know, I ain't exactly sure why you didn't freak out at this happening. I'd have thunk you ain't the type to be into this."

"Okay, in all honesty?" Kevin placed his hands on the kangaroo's cannonball-like shoulders. "I'm screaming inside right now. My entire life has been upended, and I don't even know where to begin to try and fix things."

"Yeah, so why the hell ain't you doing that on the outside."

Kevin gave the roo a warm smile. "Because now you're not the only one that has to deal with this. You're not alone anymore."

To say that Frankie was touched would be an understatement. "Oh, uh," his voice warbled, "that's actually kinda sweet."

Kevin, however, also felt his mischievous side activating. While the cobra was whispering sweet nothings into where they thought that his ears were, he was busy winding up his tail behind them, and then slapping his roommate right across the ass.

The sudden interruption elicited a yelp from Frankie, who soothed his abused rear end after the vicious attack took place. He wasn't upset or anything, just mostly stunned as to what just happened. His stare given to the whale was evident of that.

"Surprised?" Kevin snickered impishly. "I bet you weren't expecting that at all!"

"I didn't even know you could do that!" Frankie felt flabbergasted for the first time in a long time. Truth be told, he couldn't bring himself to be mad at his friend even if he tried.

"To be honest, I really wanted to try that." Kevin looked behind him, watching as he controlled his muscly appendage to flail about in the air. "I can feel my tail a lot more now."

Frankie studied its movement, the gears in his own head turning. "I wonder what else we could make that thing do." The thought didn't last long before he felt the cetacean's gigantic body press against his, sparking his arousal once more. "Uh, K-Kevin..."

"Now that I'm more of a match for you, I think this is in order." Kevin had to crane his neck up a fair bit, but it was significantly easier to mash his lips against his lover's now. He was able to put far more force into it now, managing to equal what the other behemoth could give him.

This was on a whole other level compared to the embrace of the previous day, and Frankie couldn't get enough of it. The way that the pair of them grinded against each other was threatening to throw him over the edge already, but he could tell without looking that it was having an effect on the orca as well. "Mmph!" The sensation of preseed dribbling onto his feet caused him to jump slightly.

"Oh shit!" Kevin giggled as the kiss broke off, comprehending what was going on. "Guess I'm more sensitive to stuff like that now."

"Heh, I ain't able to see why you wouldn't be." Frankie's twin shafts stood tall, oozing their own pre down the lengths.

Kevin gave off another playful grin, showing his rows of sharp teeth to the kangaroo. "Maybe I can help you, then." A naughty glint in his eye, he gently shoved the hybrid back so as to get him on the ground but was a lot more forceful than he anticipated.

"Woah!" Frankie yowled as he was sent toppling over, but he managed to catch himself before his body thudded the floor. There was a genuine chance that his impact could've done serious damage to the apartment.

"Oh fuck." Kevin's expression grew concerned when he saw how hard the marsupial went down. "Uh, I'm sorry." He bent down to his friend's level to see if the cobra was alright. "I guess I'm stronger than I initially thought."

It took a moment for Frankie's heart rate to drop so that it wasn't pounding out of his chest. "Yeah, just a little." He then grinned at the cetacean to show that he was alright. "To be honest, it was kinda hot."

"As hot as this?" With a grin that spread across his face, Kevin hunkered over the roo's feet and slurped along the scales, getting as much of his own supply as he could with a swipe of his broad tongue.

The act sent a shiver ripping up Frankie's spine, his toes curling in reaction to the unexpected attention. "What..." He moaned under his breath. "The fuck..."

"Heh, something tells me you like that." Kevin's smirk grew wry, now focusing on the other foot and doing the same. This time, however, he went slower, watching his lover squirm in his grasp.

Well, Frankie discovered something new about himself. The way that his cocks spurted from something that he would've described to someone as bizarre made him feel tingly all over, and in a much better way than he ever imagined.

Kevin took the hybrid's laboured breathing as a cue to continue. He realigned his mouth with one of the roo's big toes, sucking down on it like a lollipop. The suction that he created with how he sealed his lips around it got the larger man to shake with ecstatic delight, even more so when his tongue joined in on the action. Looks like he found a way to bring the cobra down should he ever get too big for his britches.

Frankie instinctually covered his face in shame even though the only audience that he had was the man making love to his toes. It got him curious as to how the rest of his foot stacked up in comparison, though, and wanted the orca to continue the sexual exploration of his body. "Hey, mind doing the other parts too?"

Kevin stopped, then got up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I think that can be arranged." He took a second to admire just how big his hands had gotten before gripping onto one of his roomie's feet. The only problem was that it wasn't the most comfortable position when it was close to the ground, so he slowly pulled it upward toward him.

"Woah!" Frankie blurted out as he was forced to shift onto his back just to stay stable. The trepidation didn't last as his groaning returned, spurred on by the feeling of thumbs pressing onto the nerves in the soles of his feet. His eyes went half-lidded as a result.

Kevin happily thrummed his thumbs along the foot flesh, though keeping tabs on the kangaroo to gauge how he was doing. With how his roommate was floundering on the floor, he'd say that he was doing a pretty fantastic job.

Despite it being literally only his feet, Frankie felt like he was getting a full-body massage. He had to bite down on his index finger to stop from embarrassing himself considering how close he was to moaning like a whore. It was one simple act - how could this feel so good?! Whatever the case may be, he didn't just want to be a spectator to the event. It was his turn to enter the fray.

Kevin got confused when he felt the foot in his hands move like it was being controlled, meaning that his playtime might be over before it started. "Done already?" He looked at the bigger man.

"Uh," Frankie huffed, blood racing through his veins, "just wanted to have some fun too."

"Oh true." Kevin drew closer. "What did you have in mind?"

It was Frankie's turn to grin from ear-to-ear. "Actually," he placed his fingers against the orca's taught pectorals, pushing the beefcake backwards like he had been, "it's your time to sit down now."

Kevin was about to ask what the roo had in store for him, but like him before, he decided that it was best to be surprised. And what a surprise it was when he felt his nipples get played with! Just like his lover, his moaning became involuntary.

That was music to Frankie's ears. With a wry smirk, he lightly fondled the pectoral area around the nips, noting how they elicit a similar response. Just like he loved his getting played with, it seemed like the whale also got a kick from getting his groped. It prompted him to get a little bit friskier.

Kevin couldn't believe that this was what the receiving end of stimulation felt like, and fucking loved every second of it! His fingers dug into the carpet as his boyfriend's ministrations on his chest sent electrical impulses hurdling to his brain at lightspeed. The simple act could wreck him sexually, and nearly did, buckling his elbows as a weakness overtook him.

Frankie let a malicious chuckle escape from his throat as he pressed on with the consensual torture. Every little flick of his thumbs, every single strum from his fingers, it was all getting the same response from the black-and-white colossus - pure, unadulterated craving for more. And he did with gusto! He kicked it up a notch by leaning more into his teasing, now using the fat nips like they were car radio dials, and he was looking for a nearby station. It wasn't too much, but a delicate touch was all that was needed.

Now Kevin had his face in his hands, an uncontrollable smile contorting his mouth. His ebony schlong stood turgid and proud, dribbling precum at an alarming rate. He was a mess. It was both amazing and worrisome that he could be so turned on like this. He wanted more.

As if picking up on the cues of the stud underneath him, Frankie clutched at the likely hundreds of pounds of chest meat to coax a reaction from the orca, forgetting that he couldn't dent the flesh with his fingers no matter how hard he tried. That called for a back up plan. Daintily, he bent his head down until he was eye-level with the nub, and then stuck his tongue out. The scheme worked flawlessly, with his friend grunting and shifting in his position from just a simple touch.

The oral onslaught onto his pecs picked up, getting Kevin to nearly cry out in defeat. The more that he let the hybrid have his way with him, the closer he got to release. That wouldn't do at all. As much as he loved this - and he did love this - he had another idea pop into his head for some fun, and he figured that the other Herculean hunk wouldn't mind. "Ooh, stop for a second!"

Frankie licked his lips as he looked at the cetacean in the eyes. "What? That ain't too much for you, is it?"

"Maybe." Kevin admitted, though pushing himself up now that he regained control of his arms. "I got something else I wanna try now."

"You worry me when you say that." Frankie snarked. His mind swam with possibilities when he saw his lover clutch his torso.

Kevin glanced at the hybrid with eagerness printed onto his face. "Okay, lift your arm up now, please."

Frankie was caught off-guard, a little bit lost for words. "Are you... are you serious?"

"Did I not make myself clear?" Kevin flicked one of his friend's nipples, eliciting a similar reaction to his own.

"Alright, alright." Frankie hissed, but acquiesced. With a puff, he lifted his powerful arm into the air, watching as the orca immediately forced that rounded snout into his musky pit. "This is a canine thing, ain't it."

Kevin snorted but didn't take his face out from the hairy underarm. "Do I look like a canine to you?" He moaned when got a huge whiff of the cobra's manly essence.

"Fair point." Frankie sighed. This one wasn't quite as stimulating as getting his feet manhandled, but he was more than okay with letting the whale get his rocks off. Truth be told, he felt his heart flutter a tad when he watched how voracious his roommate was getting.

Kevin licked and lapped and tongued the fuzzy pit all over, lashing away to try and release more of that masculine aroma trapped within. He relished in the scent imprinting itself onto his brain, now getting more of an understanding of his boyfriend in the process. He had to be honest with himself, he might actually still have quite a bit of wolf left inside him after all.

It was at that moment that Frankie finally began to understand the fascination with his own smell. It had been faint at first, but soon the odour had traveled to his also more sensitive nose, evoking a strong reaction out of him as well. It prompted his muscles to tense as his libido increased sevenfold. His erect pillars trickled rivulets of pre at a much greater rate now, much to his delight.

He couldn't tell if the scent was starting to dissipate or if he was just getting used to it, but Kevin knew that this arm might be tapped out, yet still wanted to keep going. "Other one." He commanded, shifting himself onto the other side of the leviathan.

"Gah!" Frankie barely had a second to react before his opposite arm was raised, the cetacean's broad tongue lapping away yet again.

Kevin dove in like he hadn't eaten in months. He was relentless in his assault, snorting every time he licked. It signaled his brain to drive a hand to his cock, which just about overwhelmed himself right then and there. He was now conflicted; on one hand, he would've gotten lost in wherever that musk was if the marsupial let him, but on the other hand, he'd likely blow his load prematurely and not get a chance to explore the rest of their hulking bodies. He'd made up his mind. To his displeasure, he freed his face from the musky ambrosia.

Frankie was also tempted to stroke himself to climax, but he fought the urge. He'd just finished getting played with and there was no way that he'd end it here and now. He wanted fun first, and he knew that the whale would be down.

Kevin moaned one last time before he was able to speak again, the scent lingering in his nostrils. "Fuck, man, I had no idea that you smelled so good!"

"Yeah." Frankie's chest heaved with his strained breathing. Arousal had nearly replaced his blood by this point with how much it flowed through his frame. "I think I gotta-"

"You wanna try something else?" Kevin's eyes lit up as he leaned back, displaying his hundreds of pounds of beef for his friend to ogle. "My body's open for inspection!"

Frankie shook his head. "Nah. I'm ready for the finale." He brazenly gripped his dongs to emphasize his words.

It was like a switch flipped inside Kevin's head. His belly roared with desire, craving those perfect cock inside him. "Then come on over, stud." He gracefully leaned back onto the carpet, the very end of his hair getting scrunched. He didn't worry about that as it would just snap back into place anyway.

Wordlessly, Frankie hunkered over the awaiting whale, sending his shafts between the muscled globes that protected his lover's rear entrance. They effortlessly pushed the dimpled mounds aside and felt pressure from the pucker, but it was nothing that smearing his pre around the area couldn't solve. It was his first time with another guy, and he wanted it to be special, so he kept going until he felt like he had sufficiently lubed up the orca's back door.

Kevin also didn't talk as he dared not ruin the moment. He lowly moaned from the feeling of having the tips of those poles squashed against his eager hole, only for it to grow louder when they finally breached. The sensation was unlike anything that he'd ever experienced. His inner walls clamped down immediately upon intrusion, which only progressed his climax forward.

The feeling of his rods getting clenched upon sent shivers of euphoria billowing through his form, doubtlessly equal to what the cetacean was enduring. Still, that wasn't enough, as he didn't want to just sit there and blow his load without doing anything. So, he pushed in a bit farther to get his friend to relax a bit, granting him further access to that pulsating asshole.

If Kevin weren't careful, he was likely to rip patches of the carpet up entirely with how hard he was clutching it. His hungry tailhole was well lubricated now that those dual dicks had pumped a few shots of pre into his silken bowels. He laid there and accepted the pounding, though sliding a hand to one of his nipples to help the process along.

Frankie's eyes had trouble staying open the longer that he fucked his lover. The anal cavity that he had plunged into stayed on the attack, never letting his thick logs of hybrid fuckmeat get one iota of reprieve. To be honest, he liked it that way. He didn't want a partner that made him do all the work. It tickled him deep down to know that they connected on such a level that they knew exactly what made the other tic. In return, he quickened his pace, flattening the orca's prostate like it were a button connected directly to the pleasure centre of his brain. This would be one for the record books!

Kevin was like putty the harder that he was jackhammered into. His aching muscles tensed and relaxed in regular intervals, though the pressure building in his taint announced that he didn't have much longer. His fingers spasmed wildly, his teeth gritted, and his pucker gripped those meatlogs with furious intent. The constant pistoning sent impulses through his nervous system until he couldn't take it anymore and let the floodgates open, crying his ecstasy out loud.

The sudden vocalization caught Frankie off-guard, acting like the trigger that set off a chain reaction inside his own body. His shafts fired off like a pair of cannons, blasting the orca's inner walls with double the spunk that one would normally blow. He felt the cavity close around his twin pythons, sealing in the deluge of cum that positively gushed from his cockheads. At least this way his pearlescent cream wouldn't go to waste.

Kevin didn't have any sort of qualms and instead blasted rope all along the front of his body. He got seed everywhere - on his chiseled abs, in between his godlike pectorals, and especially all over his face. He didn't mind, however, as the taste itself was divine, like erotic nectar of the gods. The avalanche of jizz lasted for a few minutes, but to him it was like an eternity, one that he'd like to keep repeating until he passed out.

Frankie sputtered trying to catch his breath, his hands weakly keeping him upright. He carefully pulled his flared cocks out of his friend's thoroughly abused tailhole. All the energy in his body was spent to the point where he struggled pushing himself onto his feet. Both his arms and legs buckled whenever he tried, needing to use the orca as support.

Speaking of Kevin, he, too, jizzed out what felt like his very essence, leaving him far weaker than the aftermath of any orgasm that he'd had in the past. It was all worth it, though, as it was the fattest nut that he'd ever busted in his life and looked forward to doing it again. Maybe the next time he'd get the chance to be on top. He'd have to see what the hybrid says.

Panting heavily, Frankie eventually managed to right himself, his sumptuous chest heaving with every breath. Veins snaked along his bloated muscles, engorging them with nutritious blood after exerting them to the max. They all throbbed in sync with his heart beat. It was a vigour that he hadn't known before, but he was intoxicated with now. If fucking the whale got him feeling this good, then he'd have to do it much more often.

Suddenly a phone rang, with both behemoths looking to see who's it was. "That should be your phone." Kevin wheezed, pushing himself onto his knees. "I think I left mine in my room."

"Yeah, it's mine." Frankie waddled over to their table and picked up his smartphone, marveling at how tiny the device was in his hand. Even more remarkable was the fact that he could still use it, though the fear of crushing it and cutting himself off from the mobile world ran through him.

Kevin wandered over to where the cobra was standing, trying to look at the screen of the phone. "Who is it?"

"Ain't that the hospital?" Frankie showed the number to the orca, whose eyes lit upon seeing it.

"Yeah, that is. Pick up!"

"Okay, okay." Frankie tapped the screen, making sure that he actually hit the button to answer the call. It took a second to find a comfortable position by his ear in which to place it. "Yeah, this is Frankie."

A gasp could be heard coming from the other end of the line. "Frankie, oh good! This is Dr. Mason. I just wanted to let you know that my team and I have finished the synthesis of the antidote and that it's ready to be administered right away!"

The announcement that the cure for his condition was available and waiting for him caused his jaw to drop, leaving him speechless. The only thing that he could do was look over at the orca in astonishment.

"Hello? Did the call die?"

"No, no, I'm here." Frankie sighed, rubbing one eye. "I... I just ain't expecting it to be done so soon."

"Yes, well, my team is very proficient and expeditious with their work when a life is on the line."

That last part gave Frankie pause. "My life is on the line? What the hell's gonna happen to me?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Am I gonna die? I ain't ready for that!"

"No, nothing like that. Poor choice of words on my part." Dr. Mason sighed audibly enough to be picked up over the phone. "What I'm trying to say is that we're finished over here, and we're eager to proceed with the trial as soon as you make it to the hospital."

Despite not having talked for that long, a lot of information was being given to Frankie, who needed a moment to process it all. There was still an answer that he needed yet. "So, is my condition actually gonna kill me then?"

"Not at all. We couldn't find anything life-threatening with your ailment, just that you'll continue transforming for as much as the DNA wants to."

Frankie could tell that the doctor and his team couldn't tell just how long the changes were meant to occur. "Well, I ain't gonna need it then. If I ain't gonna die, then there's no point in me taking it, right?"

"Woah, wait!" Dr. Mason's voice instantly filled with panic. "Are you sure that you don't wish to proceed with the reversal process? You'll be stuck in your hybrid state for as long as you don't take it." His gulp was loud enough to be heard. "We can hold onto the antidote if you choose to change your mind."

"Then hold onto it for the next guy, because I ain't gonna need it." Not wanting to deal with the awkwardness of trying to tap on his screen, Frankie ended the call with the power button instead. "Well, that's that."

"They had the antidote, I heard." Kevin couldn't contain his surprise at how the conversation played out. "And you weren't keen to take it?"

Frankie smirked. "And lose all this?" He gestured to his gargantuan body, his muscles still retaining their pump. "I ain't gonna tell him 'yes'!"

"You weren't gonna tell him about me either, I bet."

"And risk us becoming some kinda government experiment? Not a fucking chance, man." Frankie slung his arm around the other giant's wide shoulders, feeling the power in those delts as they effortlessly held up his weight. "I'd rather have another round with you."

The thought made Kevin swoon, and he gently caressed his lover's fuzzy face. "As much as I'd love that," he lifted the roo's arm up, "I was planning on getting a bit of studying done before we started dinner."

Frankie scoffed. "We become sex gods over the course of a couple days, and all you wanna do it put your nose in your notes?"

"I still have exams, dude." Kevin dismissed the title, though shot the marsupial a knowing glance. "And I know you still got them too."

That made Frankie immediately freeze in place. "Uh, you think they'd let me take them online?"