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Vanessa spent more time making sure she would be alone and getting ready to do the deed than actually doing the deed. Privacy was a hot commodity in a college dorm. On the odd occasion when she did have it, like when her roommate Taylor was out on a date or hanging out with her friends, Vanessa took every advantage. She drew the blinds on the window, locked the door, and sent Taylor a text asking if she was coming back anytime soon. "Not until about 9," was the response. It was 6:30, plenty of time to have some fun.

She turned off the lights except for the lamp on the nightstand beside the bed. She stripped nude and laid down, pulling her fleece blanket over her tummy where her laptop sat over her pillow. Her legs opened, forming a tent of blanket that was propped over her knees. Enormous, pale breasts sat on her chest like cushions, capped by flat, broad nipples that were the same rosy color as her lips. Thick glasses sat over her nose, reflecting the laptop screen. Her wavy red hair was drenched across the pile of pillows she rested her head on. Lastly, she placed her dildo underneath the blanket, between her legs. Its 10 inch, dense, black, rubber shaft would be on standby for now.

Right now it was time to hunt. Vanessa opened FurAffinity, her go-to site for masturbation content. Beneath the banner was a notification: 3S. Hope rising, she clicked it. What popped up made her do a celebratory chirp. "Yes!" Her favorite author had posted a story just an hour ago. To her delight it was transformation themed. A Load of Bull, it was called. On the thumbnail it tagged itself as a Female to Male transformation where a woman becomes a bull. Excitement bubbled in her gut and ignited her loins. This is gonna be a good one!

She opened it and started to read. It told the story of a woman unsatisfied with her job as a toll booth attendant and applying at a farm. Blah, blah, blah, yadda yadda, exposition, exposition. She scrolled through it quickly, scanning for signs of some real action. She loved the author, but damn could they drag things out. Vanessa supposed it was necessary for the plot, but she wasn't there for a riveting story. She wanted to read about the MC turning into an animal.

At last the MC did, finding a magical/cursed bull mount that made her sniff it and start to get horny. Vanessa took a deep breath. Here we go. She slid her hand beneath the blanket, not yet grabbing the dildo but letting her fingers slide down her crease, already wet. A hum of delight purred through her nose as the MC went to town on herself, attacking her cunt with her finger and moaning up a storm. That was hot and all, but what had Vanessa going was her loss of willpower as the bull mount's musty influence turned her into a horny mess. Soon the MC escalated to dry humping the mount. That's when the transformation started.

"Ohh..." sighed Vanessa. This was getting hot. The story was loaded with details and vernacular that had her squirming in her mattress. The swell of her hand where the blanket lay over top it moved side to side as she fingered herself. Envy and arousal made her face hot. She would've groped her breast with her other hand if not for the need to continuously scroll through the story as she blew through it. This was too good to stop. Her finger dipped into her cunny down to the knuckle. Her sighs of delight were only just short of moaning. She hoped the story would never end. Alas, it would, but she would come back to it in the future for damn sure.

She got to the best part. The MC started growing a penis, one that slid right into the mount's welcoming pussy-sleeve. Suddenly Vanessa's finger wasn't doing enough. Her soddened fingers left her crotch and grabbed the shaft of the dildo. She dragged it to her pussy lips and gently prodded the tip on herself. A great shiver billowed through her body. "Ohh..." The sound of soft squishes and squelches sounded out from her blanket as she sawed the cockhead along her crease. Finally she pulled it inward, breaching her vulva and swallowing the first inch.

"Uhhhhhhhhh~" Her eyes fell shut and her mouth formed a slack O. She gripped the hilt of the shaft, right where it met the fat rubber balls and the suction cup just beneath them. It went in slowly, gradually approaching and then reaching her vaginal limit. Her walls squeezed it for dear life. Tiny vibrations wavered down her leg muscles. Her toes curled. Those mighty breasts lifted with each heaving inhale before falling with a moan. "Huhhh... Huhhh... Huhhh... Ohhh..."

She read and reread the paragraph where the MC reached her climax, breaking the mount's false cunt and filling it with hot bull cum. The scene replayed again and again in Vanessa's mind, albeit without the MC. Vanessa was in her stead, flowing with the might of a full-grown bull and letting loose a flood of seed fit to impregnate an entire herd. She hit a smooth and deep pace with the dildo, audibly caving in the surrounding pussy flesh and wetting the sheet beneath it.

"Huhhh! Uhhhh! Ohhhh... Hmmmmmm~" God, she wanted to be that bull so bad. Without letting go of the dildo she scrolled back up to the details about the transformation. Every sensation and thought the MC went through was Vanessa's own. From the burst of muscles and bone to the new coat of coarse cow fur, she experienced it all, at least by her perception. She was no longer thrusting the dildo into herself, but rather stroking a cock as real as the rest of her body. Oh to be a strapping beast replete with muscle and manhood, rubbing one out and claiming the fertility of a female in the hottest of heats.

The idea alone made her hot, let alone acting it out in her head. She increased the dildo's speed. Restraining her voice became hard. Her hand left the laptops as it bounced on the pillow so that she could cover her mouth. She was cumming. If her mouth was open the entire dormitory would know. A muffled squeal echoed through her fingers. "Mmmmmmmmmmm-"

Ba-doop!

"-mmmmmmmmmmmmm~~~!!!" On the peak of her ecstasy came a rapid onset of quaking flesh and involuntary kicks. She jammed the dildo to its absolute, swaddling it in the epicenter of her quivers and clenches. Gurgling out was a stream of cunny water. It dribbled down the inner curves of her ass and off the dildo's balls. Within seconds a dark puddle had grown across the comforter.

Her climax eventually faded and her hand came off her mouth. "Huhhh... Huhhh... Huhhh... Fuck... Yes~" Her feet did a sexy squirm on the bed. Hot bliss echoed through her legs and loins, asking her to stay where she was and wallow in it. Problem was, she had made a mess needing cleaning up. Sleeping in a puddle of her own cum was not comfortable. "Ahh... A towel would've been smart. Holy shit."

The dildo came out with a slow and careful pull before being sat on the floor for cleanup. She sat up and lifted the pillow and laptop off her tummy to sit it on the foot of the bed. That's when she noticed something odd on her screen. The .pdf she had opened to read the story had gone dark. In the center of the screen was a popup ad, something she had never seen on a .pdf reader. There was no product or business, nor a copyright or date. The little click hand didn't pop up when she hovered her cursor over it. It's message sat in the middle of a red background in bold black text:

To become what you most desire, simply give in to your desires and show them off to the world.

Vanessa frowned. What the fuck is this? Concern grappled her. Some kind of virus? She hesitantly brought the cursor to the tab at the top of the window and clicked the X. The browser closed, showing her the desktop background. Her scowl did not waver. She sat there motionlessly, bracing for some kind of malware to rear its ugly face in the form of another pop up or an unwelcome visit from a command box.

Nothing happened. She opened FireFox. Everything was normal, unmolested by anything as far as she could tell. "Weird." Reluctantly she went to FurAffinity. Again, everything appeared normal. However calm things might have seemed, she wasn't going to go back to the story, a shame considering how good it was. So much for rereading. Let's just hope I don't see anything weird like that again.

Vanessa got off the bed and wiped her crotch dry with some tissues. She put on some clean pajamas. After giving the dildo a thorough wiping and disinfecting she hid it under her bed and bundled up her comforter. A quick trip to the laundry had it clean and warm a couple hours later. She came back, made her bed, then laid down in it. The comforter was nice and cozy, perfect for sleeping in. She put her glasses on the nightstand and cut the lamp off, dousing the dorm in darkness.

Sleep did not find her until much later. Keeping her awake, making her squirm and scowl was that enigmatic message that had flashed on her screen. Give in to your desires and show them off to the world. What the hell was that about? Was that for her? Was her laptop still OK? It took some time for her to bat it out of her mind. At last she went to sleep. She dreamt about cows.

* * *

The message did not return consciously until well after she had woken up the following morning. She went through the entirety of Linear Algebra without thinking about the story or about the strange message once. It was during her short walk to her next math class that it latched back onto her mind like a rogue vine, winding around the central root of her thoughts and choking everything else. A frown rode her face the entire way to the lecture hall. She clung her notebooks to her side tightly, involuntarily repeating that message in her head. Give in to your desires. Give in to your desires. The rest of it remained plastered over that evil red plate like some kind of warning.

Desires? What desires? The desire to transform into a big, fat beast with a huge cock? Thanks, but I already give into that enough as it is. I can't exactly turn into an elephant or a bison, as awesome as that would be. But could she? Every reiteration of that message was a chip off any logic saying she couldn't. Saying it was impossible meant that it was. Believing it wasn't was the first step in making it happen. She had to shake her head multiple times as she made her way to the lecture hall. Stop being stupid. It was just some pop up. Nothing worth getting obsessed over.

That proved wrong as class began. She sat in the middle row, at the very center. The class had about thirty students, leaving most of the seats unfilled. Only three other people sat in Vanessa's row, far away from her on the ends. That was good because Vanessa was going the fuck through it. Her chin was laid flat on the desk where she kept her notebooks in a small stack. Normally she'd be upright, demonstrating impeccable posture and scribbling down everything the professor said.

Unfortunately her hands were a tad distracted. They were folded in her lap, squeezed between her jean-covered thighs. That story she had read last night was running through her mind again. Upon every replay of the climax that message would flash with it. Her legs squirmed beneath the desk. Her cheeks were ruddy, her expression stoic. This was not the place to be horny, yet here she was stewing in her panties while the professor went on about imaginary numbers or some bullshit.

Give in to your desires.

Why did that resonate so vividly? No longer a threat, it sounded like life advice a therapist would give their client. Let go of your restraints. Be free. OK, but what did that mean? How was Vanessa being held back in any way? She still didn't know what "desire" the message referred to, but given her mind's refusal to stop coming back to the story meant it probably had something to do with transforming.

She managed to stop dwelling on the bull story, but only because she had latched onto something even more arousing. Of all the beasts she imagined transforming into, it was elephants she wanted to become most. Such proud beasts, mighty and majestic, the quintessential megafauna. Ask someone to name an animal and they're almost guaranteed to say or at least think "elephant."

More than just Vanessa's favorite animal, it was a creature she deeply admired and respected. She ate their transformation stories up, though they were tragically few and in between. She considered writing one up, but she was no writer. It was easier to pay other people to do that stuff.

Her legs opened and closed on her hands. She couldn't resist anymore and laid her palm over her crotch. Through the denim she could feel the heat of her flower. Moisture squished between the fabric and her skin. She bit her lip and let loose a tiny whimper. I should excuse myself. But she couldn't. Just standing up required a severe level of willpower she simply couldn't muster.

That message just kept repeating.

Give in to your desires. Give in to your desires. Give in to your desires. Give in to your desires.

Show them to the world.

Vanessa's eyes grew wide. She shot upright in her seat so fast that the people behind her jumped. No longer paralyzed by her arousal, she was suddenly alight with energy. Heart pounding, she realized what the message meant. To become what you most desire, simply give in to your desires and show the world. It no longer repeated, but whirled through her mind like a zoetrope, forming each word and syllable not into a sentence but a moving image that played on loop. Memories of the first elephant transformation story she had read screamed through her head with extreme clarity. That was the Genesis of her desire, one fostered but unrealized.

All she had to do was show everyone.

Vanessa stood up quickly, once again startling the people behind her. "Hey!" she shouted, scaring just about everyone else. Every single head in the hall swung on their necks to face her. "I have something to say!"

The professor was at his podium, staring aghast at the student who dared to interrupt him. "Excuse me," he said forcefully. "Can it wait?"

Vanessa shook her head hard, whipping the hair on her head. "No. It's very important." She looked down at the people in front of her, waiting for her announcement. There were at least two dozen in front, another dozen behind. By some unexplainable metric, she knew that was enough. Perfect. "I wanted to tell everyone that I really, really like elephants."

Laughter throughout the hall. The professor was not impressed. "Vanessa, please take your seat."

Again, she shook her head emphatically. "No. You don't understand. I fucking love elephants."

Everyone in their seats shared confused looks. Quite suddenly it didn't seem to be a joke. "I love reading about them and learning about them. They're so fucking cool and majestic. I like reading stories about them, about people turning into them, about people living as them." A sort of religious madness had come over her eyes, drilling into the many that witnessed her sudden and bizarre proclamation. It worked, garnering every ounce of their attention. Even the professor was oddly transfixed.

"Ever since I read those stories, I've wanted to become an elephant. It's not just about being an elephant, but becoming one. You have no idea how riveting it is to read about it. It's so fucking hot." That last word bleated out of her with vengeful insistence. It matched the bloody color that had stained her face. The people closest to her could feel it radiating off of her. "Seriously. It makes me super fucking horny."

A few more snickers, albeit concerned ones. A few other people started to blush too. She saw a few people draw their phones and record her. She didn't protest, instead looking right at them. The more the merrier. Show the whole fucking world. "I've been obsessed with them ever since I read the first one. Normal porn doesn't get me off anymore. I have a fat black dildo I use when I masturbate. It's the only thing that'll work."

Nobody was laughing anymore, least of all the professor. "That's enough!" he barked.

He was ignored. "Not only that, but I wish I had a dick that was big like that dildo. I wanna be a big bull elephant, one with a huge cock, longer than a man is tall. I'm fucking serious." Nobody doubted her, not with the way she was telling it. A few people had to leave, they were so embarrassed. Not Vanessa. She kept on going. "I'd jerk off with it every fucking day. I'd breed so many females. I'd get them all pregnant and spread my seed to last for generations and generations."

The professor had enough. He grabbed the phone off his desk and dialed security. After calling them over he charged up the auditorium steps and came down her row. "Alright. Come on," he said flatly. "Security's on their way. Let's go." He wasn't about to put his hands on her, but there was no doubt security would. Maybe she would leave before they had to.

No such luck. She didn't even look at him. "I'd be the mightiest elephant there ever was. I'd put Jumbo in his place. I'd be... I'd be..." Her face was on fire. The heat in her loins had boiled over into a swamp. Liquid arousal was draining down the inside of her thighs, darkening the denim over her crotch. "Oh fuck... Oh fuck... I gotta... Holy shit."

To the shock, awe, horror, and amusement of those watching, Vanessa grabbed the bell of her T-shirt and pulled it over and off her head. The professor blanched at the sight of her snow-white bra. He and many others quickly looked away once she reached back to unstrap it. It fell from her tits to the floor, letting her colossal knockers fall into place and wobble heavily. She was blind to the many people filing out around her. Some kept stuck around and kept filming. They thought they were in for a show.

They had no idea.

Vanessa kicked up one foot to remove her shoe then did the same with the other. After undoing her fly she stuck her thumbs into the waistband and shoved them all the way down to her ankles, panties and all. Just like that she was totally naked, her pale skin glowing in the hall lights, that fiery triangle of crotch fur standing out the most brashly. She fell back into her seat and spread her legs, showing off that glistening slit of pink. Her finger dipped into it and attacked it furiously. Immediately her eyes shut while her mouth gaped, releasing a very loud chorus of moans that sent another clique of people scurrying for the exits. Only a select few remained, too mesmerized by her antics to stop recording with their phones.

Naturally Vanessa's mind was focused on turning into an elephant. She became a giant, long-tusked, long-dicked bull trampling through the savannah like a tyrant, thundering through the grass and sending ripples through nearby puddles. Birds would fly off their branches. Female elephants would go into heat at the sound of her thumps and trumpets. She would mount them and fill their cavities with her heroic elephant cock, soon fertilizing them with a catastrophic deluge of cum.

With her eyes closed, she did not get to see her fantasy making the first step to becoming true.

Through the rapid whir of her finger rose her clitoris. Once a tiny bead of sweet nerves, it lengthened and fattened into a pillar that twirled along with Vanessa's continued masturbation. Around it her cunt was rearranging. The lips swaddling her pseudo-dick closed around it and wove itself sealed. Her cavity collapsed, pushing out her inner organs and structuring them for different but similar functions.

She was only dimly aware of her transition from fingering to stroking. Her fingers wrapped around her clit, covering it until it grew through the length of her pumping fist. Rising up its length was a cocoon of thin skin that wound itself into a clot around the head, forming the glans and foreskin. Weaving through her length came thick filaments and veins that rose to the surface of her skin and throbbed mightily, working overtime to maintain her erection. At the root of her shaft swelled her scrotum. Formerly ovaries, her testes fell into place side-by-side, growing at the same rate as her penis and stretching the scrotum taut.

Her cock was fully formed, but it wasn't done growing. Through her hand it continued to stretch and stretch, reaching out of her lap like a spear. One hand wasn't enough. She dual-wielded it, slamming the pommel of her fist into her balls with each downswing. Behind her joyous wails was the sound of her flesh being manipulated. Too struck to leave or look away, everyone filming zoomed in on her phallus, capturing it in all its monumental stature.

That was about time security arrived. Three men in uniform came storming into the hall, not expecting to hear Vanessa's hollers. They felt their hearts drop in their chests once they saw her masturbating. They didn't have time to wonder about her foot long- and growing -cock. There was a job to do. One guard came down one side of the row of desks, two on the other side. They surrounded her, trying to get her attention by speaking up. Vanessa heard nothing, not when the sounds of elephant trumpets blasted through her mind. The guards looked at each other. One of them would have to retrain her. Reluctantly, the one closest volunteered. He lunged forward and grabbed her upper arm. "Ma'am!" he screamed.

Vanessa whipped her arm away, pulling out of his grasp with seemingly no effort. Her strokes didn't so much as slow down. It was like the guards weren't even there. The one that had grabbed her looked on in confused shock. How the fuck is she that strong?

What they couldn't see was the rapid interweaving of the muscles inside of her. They were on the first step to becoming something much, much bigger. The first sign of change came on her biceps and thighs. They were visibly swollen as if being inflated by some pump. Having been a normal pair of woman limbs just a few seconds ago, they were now something fit for a linebacker's. They didn't stop, soon growing big enough to lay the sinews and tendons bare against the formerly smooth skin.

Her dick was still growing too, but that became a sideshow to everything else. Behind the curtain of her hair came her ears. They grew out like a pair of angel wings, swooping out until the inner cartilage became see through. Soon they were as big as her face, then her whole head, then the seat she sat on. Their pale color darkened into a leathery gray. The lobes sagged into thin curtains of skin.

Vanessa rose out of her chair, not from standing, but from the exponential growth that had overtaken her entire body. Broadening legs turned into tree trunks. Dainty hands became giant, calloused mitts. A penis, already huge, was big enough to be a deadly weapon. That didn't include her balls, now huge like coconuts. Her belly protruded over her thighs, nearly getting in the way of her cock. The rack above them sank into her chest, oddly enough. The shoulders that had carried them were now wider than the seat she sat in. From hip to hip she filled the armrests, straining them to their limit until they finally snapped apart loudly.

The security guards backed away slowly. Their gazes lifted as Vanessa's head elevated towards the ceiling. Her hair shrank back into her scalp to unveil a broad dome of smooth gray. Her neck was fattening into the breadth of her shoulders, soon becoming indistinguishable from the rest of her. Falling in front of her mouth, now letting out loud bellows instead of simple moans, was the tip of her nose. It formed a cylinder that reached past her chin. The nostrils relocated to the tip, turning into a pair of ovular holes within a shallow bowl of sensitive nose flesh. It sagged down her chest, then her belly, then into her lap where its growth met the pace of the rest of her body. At its flanks were two long tusks, white as snow and denser than bone. They swooped into crescents, ready to gore any threat or rival at a moment's notice.

Not right now, though. Vanessa was still masturbating. With the reshaping of her hands into hooves she lost a great deal of dexterity, but that wasn't enough to stop her. Pudgy digits the width of human arms held onto her shaft with all their might. Her cock towered like a full grown man, thick like a leg. The skin was a soft pink, showing the many blue veins that meandered around it like rivers. It fell into a sheath. Her balls were mostly contained by her scrotum now that it had flattened itself into her body, but that didn't mean they weren't there. They produced enough testosterone to kill ten men. For Vanessa it was barely anything.

Eventually her fingers disappeared into a flat hoof with four toes. Just in time, too. Vanessa's orgasm had arrived. It was an eruption like no other. The first spurt flew from the tip of her penis, whizzing past the front of her face and hitting the ceiling above. Her cock muscle flexed and contracted like a thigh, pumping every ounce of cum Vanessa had in her balls. It splattered among the seats like balloons filled with syrup. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

But that was quiet compared to the sound of Vanessa's trumpet. Her trunk formed an elegant S in the air above her. Blowing through it was a triumphant herald so loud that her remaining audience clapped their hands over their ears. Everyone in the building heard it, as well as those immediately outside. It was the final straw for the security guards and the other students. They scurried out of there as fast as they could, leaving the neo-elephant alone.

Her trumpet tapered off along with her orgasm. Her flat feet came off her penis which slumped down like a dead snake. Vanessa opened her eyes. It looked like she had moved back a few rows to the back of the hall. She looked down. Oh. Well look at that. There was no shock or panic. Such an extreme transformation was fitting as it was satisfying. The last feature of hers that remained human were her eyes. They narrowed with a smile. Give into your desires, eh? Well I guess I should have done that sooner!

She tried standing up, but her limited elephant knees couldn't have hoped to lift her up on just two of them. Instead she fell forward, careening down to the steps like a falling statue.

BOOOOOOM!

Her front feet smashed into the rows in front of her, splintering the chairs and desks into a million pieces. Her body was at a bit of an odd angle with her front legs on the lower rows and the rear ones on upper rows. She looked back at herself and saw the broad swell of her haunch. Her thin elephant tail flicked out, flashing the coarse hairs that formed a brush at its tip. She let loose a gleeful trumpet. So cool! Then she looked around. Now how the hell am I gonna get out of here?

* * *

The police showed up in ten minutes after the first 9-1-1 call. Something about an elephant getting loose in the school? It sounded like a joke, but the caller very frantically insisted that it wasn't. The sheer terror in their voice was too real to be acting. Whatever was going on, be it someone on a bad acid trip or a genuine escape from the zoo, it required the police.

Two squad cars pulled into the campus parking lot. Four officers came running to where a large crowd of students were standing on the lawn in front of one of the halls. They saw the cops running over and pointed at the hall while shouting. Amid the frightened hollers, one word stood out: "Elephant."

They asked one professor what was going on. The poor guy was white like a ghost. He explained that he was the one who called 9-1-1. A student had begun masturbating in class, making him leave. He heard a loud noise and came back to see an elephant. The cops gave him an odd look, but several other students nodded and said it was the truth. The four cops looked at each other. How the hell were they supposed to deal with this?

They marched towards the front entrance of the building, not knowing what to expect exactly. Should they call animal control, or the local zoo? Did either of them even have the equipment to deal with something like this? Did the zoo even have an elephant?

Whatever their thoughts, it was immediately cut off by a rumble beneath their feet.

Thooom.

The cops stopped. What was that?

Thooom. Thooooom.

They leaned their ears towards the building.

Thooooom. Thoooom. Thoom-thoom-thoom-thooom...

They all got the message at once. One of them shouted "Run!" and then they scattered.

Thoom-thoom- thoom-THOOM-THOOM-THOOM -

CRASH!!!

Vanessa exploded through the facade of the building. Hundreds of red bricks flew off the top of her head and tumbled to the lawn amidst an avalanche of pulverized mortar. She charged through, leaving a wake of detritus and destruction. The crowd screamed and ran. The officers drew their weapons but did not fire. Shooting her was probably just going to piss her off.

She came to a stop and gazed around the campus. A quick shake got rid of most of the dust on her body. She flapped her ears to clear the rest. With her enormous ears she could hear every minute detail of the world around her. That vacuum nose picked up the scent of the ground. It lifted itself like a curious snake and sniffed the air. At its tip were extremely sensitive nose hairs. The muscles surrounding it were as dextrous as her fingers had been. She noticed the cops with their guns pointed at her. They bothered her none. She gave them a toot of her horn. If you're gonna shoot, shoot. See what happens. It got the message across. They slowly lowered their pistols and holstered them. She tooted again. Smart.

And with that, she made a gentle trot through the campus, strutting her legs, flapping her ears, and swishing her tail. It was a beautiful day out. She was going to make it hers.

THE END