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College Complications

Chapter 2

For John_Doe12346

By Draconicon

Frank stared at the wings as they slowly wormed their way out of his back. Despite the fact that the impossible had come to life, some part of his brain still hadn't caught up to the fact that it was happening, insisting that he had to be dreaming, or, or that there was some hallucination happening, or that the junk in the tattoos had finally pulled the unthinkable and left him in a coma and this was what he was going through on his way to the afterlife.

Impossible, impossible, impossible.

And yet, the wings kept growing, as if to defy him and say that they were entirely too possible. His eyes widened further and further as the bat-like things kept pushing out, growing wider and bigger with each passing second. Soon, they reached out past his sides, so big that they might have been able to lift him off his feet, and they weren't done. Not in the slightest.

He reached out slowly, unable to entirely believe what he was seeing, and he found himself touching something soft and leathery. It was surprising just how smooth the wing membrane was, and he bit off a gasp as he shivered in odd pleasure from the touch.

Why is it so...so sensitive?

He didn't have an immediate answer. All he had was more of the same weird feeling as they kept pushing out, getting bigger and stronger. The weight of his wings would have nearly yanked him off his feet in the past, but the new muscles that had come from nowhere kept him on his feet. Even so, it was a struggle to keep upright as he felt the wings pushing out.

His spine cracked and ached, and he groaned as he curled his toes. The carpet was soft underfoot, the air hot around him -

So many details, so many things happening all at once that were so hard to keep track of. He panted as he leaned forward, holding his hands around his middle as the transformation continued apace. It was getting so much faster, so much harsher, and -

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

His back was popping over and over again, and as he looked down, it was as if the floor was falling away. How - no, no way. Was he getting...taller? That should have been impossible, but the more that he thought about it, the more that he realized that it was the only thing that made even a lick of sense. He was getting taller, and that meant that the wings were getting lighter and -

"Nnngh!"

Panting, he looked over his shoulders again. The wings were slowing down, but something else was growing, too. All along his spine were red bumps, pushing up and out through the spreading flood of brown fur that was going down his back and along his shoulders and hips. He groaned, his skin feeling tight and...more than a little uncomfortable.

"What...what the hell...is this?"

He reached back, touching one of the bumps near the base of his spine. It felt almost pimple-like, like a bump that was about to pop, and he put a little more pressure on it -

"GAH!"

And almost fell over from the sudden bursting sensation of pressure being released. He stumbled away from the mirror, losing track of what was going on, and had to stutter-step to a halt to keep from falling flat on his face. He whipped his head back over his shoulders as soon as he had his balance back -

POP!

POP!

POP!

The other bumps up and down his spine popped as he did, and from them emerged thick white spikes, long enough to be stabbing weapons in the wrong situation. He stared with wide eyes as he realized just how much his body was getting fucked up, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he shook his head in disbelief.

Yet, the more that he transformed, the more that warm, comforting feeling from the showers at the gym returned to him. That odd horniness, that needy arousal that had made him feel sexy back then was hitting him again now, and it was laced with something else. It took him a second to realize what it was, but when he did, he blushed.

It was the same feeling that he'd felt when he had decided on the bat-horse fursona for the first time, back when he had started roleplaying with it online. He remembered how good it felt to inhabit that body, to enjoy the way that it felt around him, to think of himself as the bestial thing that was able to do what it wanted, how it wanted, and be so much...better than his human form. This was just like that.

No, this was that. This was his body from the drawing, and it wasn't even close to done.

He'd started at six-foot-three, but the more that he changed, the more that he grew. Looking down, he'd guess that he was already at seven feet tall, perhaps just past it, but that still meant that there were nearly two feet of height left to get. He shivered at the thought of looming so tall, and his cock twitched despite himself just thinking about having everything that he had designed the character to have.

Would he get everything? Even -

"Ah...ah...ah!"

The sharp pressure that the little popped bumps on his back had started came back with a rush, a bigger sense of pressure hitting him right at the base of his spine. Now that he had a basic understanding of what was going on - and he no longer felt the same level of fear of what would happen to him if it kept going - he knew what it had to mean. That would be the long, thick tail that he'd picked. Not a horse or bat tail, though. He didn't know why he'd picked a feature like this one for a hybrid where neither species had it, but he felt that it worked.

Okay, okay. If this is the character, then the spines don't have to be straight out all the time. I can at least...yeah, yeah, okay, that works.

He was able to brush the spines down with his hand, much like hair, though each spine was much harder than any strand of hair would have been. He blushed as he felt them bob and bounce, but at least he'd be able to lie down on his back, still. That was something.

As he watched his tail grow in via his reflection, he couldn't entirely stifle the little moans and whispers of pleasure that were escaping him. He no longer entirely wanted to. Instead, he just watched, breathing slowly, feeling his tail pushing down, down, down -

RIIIIIP!

What was left of his pants and underwear came off in a hurry, falling to the ground as his tail ripped right through them and kept pushing out. It felt like something was slithering out of the base of his spine, some great serpent escaping him and falling to the floor, and then coiling up further and further. He remembered the details of his character, remembered that the tail would grow long enough and strong enough to carry two people at once, and the thought of carrying that around actually brought him back to reality for a moment.

Big enough...long enough...

What would happen when people saw him, he wondered? Creatures like him...they didn't exist in the real world. They were limited to the world of the imagination, to the text games that people played online. They didn't exist.

What would people do when they saw him?

What would they do when they realized what he used to be?

Before he could start freaking out, the pleasure took over again. His back popped, his spine arched, and he rose up. His head almost touched the ceiling, and he groaned as he felt something pushing at the inside of his skull, slowly pushing his mouth and nose further and further outward. He could remember the shape that it was going to have, mostly horse-ish with a bit of pit-bull influence, and he rubbed his face with one hand as it kept pushing out, out, out into something entirely inhuman.

He panted as he stumbled forward, his eyes rolling back as the changes became a pleasure in and of themselves. It was impossible not to enjoy what was happening to him, his body aching and shivering from head to toe as it enjoyed becoming something impossible. The fur running all over him, even down to his groin and along his legs, was ticklish for a bit before it became something that was merely warm.

Warm.

Heady.

A little sweaty.

Comforting.

He breathed in ragged huffs, unable to entirely calm down as his body was warped once more, pushed to eight and a half feet tall, his long tail and big wings pulling at his shoulders and hips less and less as he had more body to deal with the weight.

And then, the muscles started pouring on.

That was an entirely different feeling. The bulging, throbbing, pulsing sensation of his arms literally ballooning in the shoulders and expanding down towards his elbows was something that he'd only imagined before, never actually seen. The results of hours in the gym were popping out almost instantly, and it wasn't just in his arms, either. It spread through his core, pushing his pecs up and forward, and he growled under his breath as he felt it going down and into his abs, too, throbbing and pulsing and -

And his gut. It wasn't going, but it was hardening, becoming a bowling ball in his center that was all muscle, no fat. It kept the abs visible, but that thickness remained. He didn't mind. It felt...good.

And as it spread, his body got harder and harder, firmer and firmer, everything stiffening up that little bit more. As his forearms took on the same heft as his biceps, as his thighs got the hardness of his ass, he felt like he was becoming something of a muscle god.

It was good.

He was good.

The sensation was not dissimilar to the rush that he had at the gym before, but it was so much better. The more that he grew, the better it felt, and his cock started rising up between his legs. His face cracked as it finally reached a full horse muzzle, and his vision was momentarily blocked by a black mane that fell over his face. He started to brush it out of the way, but it rose up on its own, rising over his head.

He knew that it was becoming a mohawk, just like in the art, a thick piece of black fur that stood up and over his head like a majestic bit of decoration. He grinned despite himself, looking down.

Frank had become something entirely inhuman, a cross between bat and horse and some other random things, and he wasn't even done yet. His cock was up and hard, stiff and throbbing at six inches, but -

"Come on...you...you're next...aren't you? Or - ah...ah..."

He'd thought that his cock would have been next, but no. It was the other nipples. Not just the two that had been dripping for the last while, but the other ones that the 'sona had. He groaned, running his hands up his stomach, his abs, up to his chest where the dripping mess of cum lactation continued. He groped himself, grinding his fingers against the hard nubs, feeling them straining to get harder, more obvious, but -

"Ah...ah...ah..."

He moaned as the rest of them started popping out, two more on either side getting stiffer, more obvious through the fur. Reaching for them, he tweaked each one, and it didn't take long before they started dribbling too, getting nice and wet...and sensitive.

Every little tweak was enough to get him panting, his cock dripping with them. He had always imagined that they would be sensitive, but he never thought that it would get this intense. Frank leaned forward, having to rest one hand against the far wall as he felt the sheer intensity of the stimulation that he got from them.

What next? What next?

There weren't that many changes left. He had his feet, still, and his cock, and -

"Ahhhhhh!"

It was that odd unzipping feeling just behind his balls that really hit him, and he knew what that meant. He stumbled, falling to his knees with his legs spread, one hand going down and between them. He could already feel his fingers changing, the tips of each digit becoming harder and clawed. He had to be careful how he used them now, but that didn't stop him from reaching back and fumbling around to see what was happening back there.

He was right. It wasn't just the shift of something getting bigger, but something popping in. Between his legs, behind his balls, he could feel a new slit opening. Frank had imagined his 'sona as a herm rather than a male, but he'd never thought of just how a new hole constantly being open back there would feel. The need to touch it, to explore, to experiment was almost completely overwhelming.

"Ah...ah..."

The only thing stopping him was the fact that each finger was tipped with a new claw, hard and perhaps too sharp for that. He fumbled around the outside instead, feeling the slickness along the lips, the odd feeling of puffiness that followed as his arousal started to climb just from knowing it was there. He felt...open, more open than his ass had ever felt, and he blushed as he wondered how it would feel to have something inside him.

The transformation wasn't done yet, though. Several things still had to change...and he wanted to see it happen.

Carefully holding the spines, he rolled over onto his back, making sure to move in a way that kept him from impaling the floor with them. Once he was comfortable - and his tail was pushed over and out of the way - he turned to the mirror, legs up so that he could see the bottom of his feet and the space between his legs. The new pussy was eye-catching, and more than a little bit, but he was just as interested in what was happening just above it in his sac.

The paired bulge in there, those familiar balls, were getting companions. He licked his lips, fear and shame all but forgotten as he savored the feeling of the new balls coming in. They were heavy already, and getting heavier the more that they grew in, adding size and heft to the two already there, as well.

Once more, he was tempted to reach down to see how they felt, but he held back. The claws at the ends of his fingers were slowly blunting, but he didn't know if they would stay that way, and he didn't want to test his luck with the chance of ripping those open. Not those sensitive things.

Not those sexy things.

Not those four sexy things.

"Four...four balls..."

It was hard to imagine, but it was right there, visible as plain as day. Four heavy orbs that were pushing and pulling down on his sac to make it that much more obvious, that much needier...that much bigger. He hadn't realized how large he had imagined them before, but they were at least fist-sized now, and that meant that they were going to take up a fair bit of space between his legs. Lying down as he was, they actually hung back enough to almost cover his asshole, easily covering his new pussy.

It was hard to imagine anyone with a body like his, but fuck, he could enjoy the few things that popped in. The sheer strength and size that he carried now made him feel like some sort of super-human, someone that could do what they wanted as they wanted. The shyness that would have kept him from doing things with others was rapidly melting away in the face of the sheer power that this body had.

It was hot. So hot.

And yet, it wasn't done. His cock started darkening, going from the slightly tanned shade that it had to something deeper, redder. It rose up, the head flattening as the shaft stretched out and out from his body, getting longer and thicker as it went. It had the shape of a horse cock, one that was heavily flattened at the top and fat and bestial and, most importantly, huge for the rest of the length. He shivered, his hands twitching with the desperate urge to reach down and touch it, but he managed to hold back. Barely.

As it stretched out, he could feel other things still changing. So much of him had lost its humanity, but some few things remained. Not many, but some, and one was already warping.

He looked up from his growing cock to his feet. His toes were slowly growing longer while the core of his foot was pulling in, almost like talons on a bird, but there was something more to it. Long toes, talons, but with an odd webbing sort of shape near the bottom. The bat feet that he had imagined for this body were slowly growing in, getting more and more obvious the longer that he stared. His lips turned up in a broad smile as he imagined what it would feel like to walk with those.

No, not just walk. He'd be able to hang with those strong feet. Hang, dangle, show off -

And he'd have so much to show off, as his cock hung over his belly, running up over it towards his chest. He had six inches to start with, but now they were up to ten and still growing. The flared head was thick and heavy, and the tip of his cock, bulging with need, was dripping with so much pre-cum that the room was starting to stink with sex.

Something tried to push forward in his head, wanting to ask a question, but he silenced it, stifling the possibility that something could be off. He threw it out of his head, enjoying the feeling of being transformed too much.

As his feet stretched, as his toes became more like grasping digits than just stubby things at the end of his feet, one last transformation began to take place. Even as his cock throbbed and grew, even as it took on the little nodules around the head and elsewhere of feline barbs, the oddest transformation hit.

He coughed, almost gagging as his mouth felt too full, and turned his head to the side. As he did, his tongue fell out, spilling out longer and longer from his lips. The tip was already rounding out, taking on the shape of a cock-head, and he chuckled around his tongue as he realized that it was finally happening. A cock tongue, one that had the length of a hentai tentacle and almost as much flexibility and functionality. It was one of the odder features that he had come up with for this body, he admitted that, but it was, again, something that he had felt right with.

As it spooled out of his mouth by nearly fifteen feet, it finally seemed to reach full size. He didn't know how to pull it back in and settled for sucking it in like a pasta noodle, which seemed to be the right approach. It worked, at any rate.

Grunting as the heat of the transformation finally began to fade, he sat up and looked at himself. He was...

He was something different, for sure, and a mess. Even just sitting, all those extra feet of height made him quite a tall person, something that would loom over anyone else sitting on the floor and nearly meet the eyes of someone a little shorter. If he stood up, he knew for a fact that he'd bang his head on the ceiling.

His wings fluttered, his tail curled, and as he looked at himself in the mirror, he saw red eyes looking back at him. Frank knew, on some level, that most people would see this as a monster.

He saw something hot.

"I...I like this...me..."

Frank had never said that about his other body. He had never really liked the other body, and had often found it eminently hateable. He didn't know why, considering it wasn't that bad, but it was never...him, not the way that he wanted it to be. This, on the other hand, had been designed from the ground up to be someone and something that he could be comfortable with, and seeing himself as it for real...

Well, he imagined that this was what some trans people felt like. This was how they felt inhabiting the body of the person that they always wanted to be.

It felt more than hot. It felt right. And that was what he had missed.

Buzz.

Buzz.

Buzz.

Frank lunged for his phone as he realized what the sound was, tapping the screen with new, bigger fingers that were not at all suitable for the task at hand. When he finally got it open, he felt reality come crashing down once more.

"Frank? You okay?"

James. His roommate must have been texting him for a while if he was bothering to call now. Must have been while he was transforming and wasn't aware of anything else. Frank cleared his throat.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah. Fine."

"You sure? Heard you ran across campus and then you didn't respond to any of my texts."

"Yeah. Just...looking at something."

"The tattoo's not bothering you, is it?"

"Heh, not anymore."

"...Please tell me you didn't do something stupid."

"What? No, no, it's just - wait. Has anything happened to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, um...the color spreading...more muscle...something...weird?"

"..."

"James?"

"What happened to you?"

"...Maybe you better come back to the dorm."

"Be there in a few minutes."

This was not how he had wanted to reveal this - oh, god, reveals, how was he going to reveal this to the campus? - but he had already decided on this course of action. Or rather, it had been decided for him. He'd just have to go along with it and hope for the best. And, after all, James was someone that knew how to take weird news in his stride. He'd taken the fursona thing without freaking out about it.

Maybe he'd take the real-life shift without freaking out about it, too.

James arrived just a few minutes later, and the first thing he commented on was the smell.

"What the hell? It smells like an orgy in here, man."

"Sorry," Frank said, immediately dropping back to his former self despite his best intentions. "You'll, uh, see what happened in a minute."

"What happened? What, did you throw a party or something?"

Click. That was the door. James was inside, door shut. Probably locked. He didn't have to worry, he hoped. He really hoped at this point.

"Not quite."

"So why's it smell like you invited a frat house over?"

"Just...come around the corner."

"Why? What - holy Jesus jumping Christ!"

Well, it wasn't the worst response. James hadn't gone running back out the door as soon as he saw the pre-cum mess over the new 'monster', so that was a step in the right direction. Frank rubbed the back of his neck between two of the spikes, shaking his head.

"Uh...surprise."

"Frank? That's...that's you?"

"I guess. It's still me, even though it's a completely different body." He looked down at himself. "I kinda like it. What do you think?"

"Exaggerated in every possible way. How - what the hell happened to you? How?"

"I'm guessing it's the tattoo. I mean...haven't you been feeling weird ever since we got them?"

"...Kinda."

"I saw them using some kind of glowing goo at the time. I thought that it was just the paint, some kind of gimmick, but maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was something that they were using on purpose. I mean, the tattooist that did this to us disappeared. Left the business, long gone by the time that I got around to calling them," Frank said. "So, maybe there's something else going on, something...I don't know. Something a little supernatural here."

"...You're saying that you changed because of the tattoo."

"Well, it's the only thing that happened before we got them. The only new thing, I mean."

"...I guess that makes sense."

"And that means it might not just be me that changes."

"...You mean..."

James pointed over his shoulder, his hand going from steady to shaking as he gestured to the tattoo on his back. Frank shrugged, unable to give a clear answer. Even from the little that he'd seen of the gray spreading, he couldn't say that the same thing would happen, but -

"I guess. It's possible."

"...Me as a..."

"Well, at least you'd look more consistent," Frank joked.

"They'd slap a copyright claim on me for just existing."

Frank sputtered with laughter, his tongue sliding free for a few seconds, his new fangs popping into view. He was half-afraid that the sudden display would make James leap away in fear again, but his roommate just burst out laughing, as well.

"Heh, Nintendo would be pissed. Big muscle Mewtwo walking around not wearing their brand, acting all out of character? They'd be throwing the book at me and then seeing if they could make a real-life Master Ball."

"I'd be standing in their way," Frank said.

"Charming."

"No, seriously. I'd...I'd be in their way. I don't know what it is about this new body, but it feels more...confident. It's got that rightness to it that the old one didn't, and I want to...I want to do things with it. Make things better, stand up for people...get the things that I want that I couldn't have before."

And the more that he thought about it, the more that he knew that there was one big thing that he wanted that he hadn't had before. He hadn't even known that he wanted it, not even in the gym, not until now.

He looked James in the eye. Blue eyes, such beautiful bright blue eyes behind those glasses. He stood up slowly, his cock falling down between his legs. The thump it made drew both their eyes, and they both let out a nervous laugh.

No. James let out a nervous laugh. He just laughed.

"I want...I want you," Frank said.

"Me?"

"I don't know how long it's been that way, but...I do." He chuckled. "God, waiting to tell you that until after I become...this. Can't be an easy thing to hear. And I don't even know if you're the kind of guy that'd fuck anthros, but - hey, at least I can say it, right?"

"What happened to Frank?"

"What do you mean? He's right here."

"Smart-ass. You're more confident than you ever were before."

"Maybe I got that good."

"Or maybe this is just the kind of guy that you always needed to be. Heh...I guess the tattoos were a good idea, after all."

"Does that mean -"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"Maybe."

"What can I say? I'm a tease."

"Well, I'm not in the mood to be teased."

Without even thinking, he reached out with his tail. Frank knew that he'd designed it to be strong enough to carry two people, but the ease with which he wrapped it around James and pulled him off his feet still surprised him. Not enough to show on his face, but enough to make him stop in mid-reach.

"Whoa..."

"You...wow. This thing is...intense," James said.

"Well, I can make it more intense. Squeeze the answers right out of you," he teased.

"Oh, don't turn into Kaa with me right now. Next thing you're going to do is tell me that those red eyes of yours can hypnotize."

"Never gave it that ability," he admitted. "But we could pretend...if you're into that sort of thing, I mean."

"Heh, if?"

Rolling his eyes, he pulled the smaller human in close. He'd always loomed over his roommate, but now that he was literally nine feet tall, the size difference was all the more pronounced with James coming in at just under two-thirds his height. He could look down at him the way that a normal human could have looked down at a child with ease and amusement. Even if James had been stronger than he was, there was no way that he was getting out of that tail grip without help.

And he was testing it, teasing it, rubbing his hands along the inside of the tail coil. He blushed.

"I guess I'm caught."

"Now, are you going to stop being a tease?"

"Maybe you should make me."

"I could...but do you want me to?"

"Oh, come on. That's not fair. You want me to admit that I want you to do things to me?"

"I might be bigger, but I want consent."

"Well, what if - ah...ah!"

The sounds James was making were as familiar as they were startling. Was it happening? It had to be; there was no other reason that he'd sound like that. Frank dropped him, grabbing hold of his roommate's shirt and ripping it off despite his protests. James fumbled for it, but he was already shaking from head to toe, too weak to put up even a token defense against the stripping. He grabbed the smaller man, turned him around -

Yes, there it was. The gray tattoo was already spreading from where it had been, going up and over James's shoulders and down his back. As it spread, the Mewtwo shape was slowly sinking into him, becoming more and more indistinct, while the color spread up and -

And there was the first little shift. The beginning of that tube that connected Mewtwo's head to his back was slowly emerging from James's spine, though he didn't seem to realize it yet.

"What? What's going on?" James asked.

"It looks like you're going to change, too."

"What? Now? Like, right now?"

"Right now, man."

"Shiiiiit."

"I'd suggest getting naked. If you grow too much, you're going to rip right through everything."

"Right...right, thanks."

"You want some -"

"I can handle it. Just...just don't go. This...this is really freaky."

"Fun, though."

"We'll see if it feels the same for me."

Frank had a feeling that it would. It just seemed like it was going that way.

The End

Summary: Frank goes through his transformation and likes it, and then James has something to say.

Tags: M/solo, Transformation, Hybrid, Huma, Snake, Bat, Horse, Cock Growth, Barbs, Horse Cock, Ball Growth, New Balls, Series, Cock Tongue, Tentacle, Wings, Tail, Horny, Pre-cum, Pussy, H/solo,