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Kevin rubbed his eyes absently. It actually seemed to help. He felt the film that obscured his vision smooth and thin out. He wasn't sure how it managed to cling to his eyes without bothering him. He couldn't even tolerate contact lenses normally. Everything was still very green, but he had come to appreciate the color shift. The effect was actually quite dazzling in the sunlight.

Kevin hefted his legs off the edge of the bed. He shoved himself to his feet, still struggling a bit with his unresponsive knees. Eva's sat several inches above his and bent in the opposite direction. Neither pair ended up being particularly useful. Kevin rocked his weight back onto his heels. His second skin slid and stretched, seeming to resist the movement.

Despite the complications, Kevin still counted this as one of his better mornings. He felt quite refreshed and still very relaxed. His eyes were soon drawn to the window. He obligingly raised the shades to gaze upon the world outside. The smooth touch of the sunlight softened his skin, making it settle into place a little better. He took in a deep breath as his gaze panned across the great pillars of light breaking through the clouds.

His arms rose above his head in a lazy stretch. It occurred to him how moments like this never seem to last... Something always seemed to come along and-

"GEYAAAARGH!"

His body went rigid and his head jerked up. His back snapped and popped as the latex cinched up around his shoulders. He shuddered at the sudden shift in his spine. It stopped just as abruptly. He was almost afraid to move. It didn't feel like he had hurt himself, but his muscles strained at the odd pressure he was under. He slowly lowered his arms, placing his hands on his hips for support. He leaned back to try and right himself.

His hips jutted forward, unleashing more painful grinding and popping from his lower back. He could only manage a small squeak as he teetered briefly on his toes. Black spots cropped up at the edges of his vision and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he took a sudden short-cut to the floor. A book, some pens and a few other knickknacks from the overturned nightstand scattered on the floor in front of him. He groaned heavily as his vision returned.

"What the hell was that?"

"Some wakeup call that was, you fall out of bed or something?"

"Wait, you were asleep?"

"You weren't?"

Kevin could only make an exasperated and rather feminine sigh in response, as he still didn't dare to move.

"So, were you dreaming about custom-tailoring my bones or is that just a coincidence?"

"Well, they could use some fine-tuning. I'm not what you'd call a perfect fit just yet. Here, let me help you up."

Kevin's arms gathered up under him and roughly tried to shove him to his feet. The force snapped his back a few more times, his shoulders seeming to stick in that pushed back position.

"I see what you mean. That doesn't sound like very much fun."

"You might say that it isn't."

He was pretty sure that his eyes were watering, though there was obviously no way to tell for certain. He tilted his head to line it up with his now upside-down alarm clock. He could sense the points of Eva's ears brushing the carpet. It was 7:15.

"Well, not everything is ruined quite yet, but we're getting there."

He finally got back to his feet, finding that they had their own ideas about how he should stand. He had thought that with his shoulders pulled back his weight would shift backward with them, but the way his hips jutted out to the front actually concentrated more weight onto his toes. He took an experimental step towards the bathroom and quickly found himself flailing his arms to stay upright. He felt a stifled giggle. He was about to get mad, but he had to admit that he did look pretty ridiculous.

"You're never going to get anywhere like that," a haughty pronouncement came. "Here, you've got to lean forward, then put out a foot underneath you."

Kevin's legs swung back and forth as instructed. His muscles begrudgingly adapting to the new movements. Eva's gait was certainly quite different. Besides the problems of balance and coordination, she swayed her hips a lot and pivoted on her toes.

Kevin wasn't sure he could get the hang of this, especially with that tail swishing about all over the place. He watched the sinuous length trailing behind him. It usually ambled about of its own accord, but he could tell that when she walked it moved with a purpose. It swayed and rippled, counterbalancing her weight in fluid motions. Or at least it would if it had any weight to speak of.

Now that Eva had flesh and bones to drag around, her tail could do little to help. She found herself lumbering about with nothing resembling grace or agility. Still, Kevin found the motions of her tail intriguing. He focused on them as he felt the wide swaying of his body. It seemed to make a bit more sense now. He was starting to lose himself in the rhythm.

"You going to let me walk in circles all day or are you going to give it a try?"

Kevin's gait wavered as his focus was broken.

"I thought that I already was."

"Sort of, once without the training wheels though. For me?"

"Sure, I'll give it a shot."

A shaky foot landed in front of him. Eva was quick to correct this; his hip lurched forward over his foot. Kevin imitated the movement with a second step, and a third. He was starting to feel how the weight shifted through the stride. It was more like it flowed from one foot to the other. The hip-check in the middle of each step became more subtle, but it was still a very distinctive part of the walk. It looked more like a strut than anything else.

"I don't know if I can get used to this, I feel like a Rockette."

"That's only because you're so darn heavy and my tail isn't. You've got nothing to keep you from falling forward so the whole walk becomes one prolonged stumble." Kevin tried to ignore the odd feeling that he was scolding himself as he concentrated on his stride. The two of them using the same voice was getting more confusing by the minute. He was starting to hear Eva a bit more distinctively, but they had only one throat to work with. "Don't worry about it though, I'll think of something."

That phrase was becoming less comforting as time went on...

Having done plenty enough circles and sashays down a mock runway, Kevin sauntered up to the mirror to see just what he had gotten himself into. So to speak...

He got a double-dose of green looking at himself through the film of Eva's eyes. It made details hard to discern, but he still had a few interesting discoveries to make. His face didn't exactly make a good first impression. The crunched remnants of Eva's muzzle still ringed his mouth, and there were taut edges at his lips where the latex had descended into his throat. He supposed that he was to blame for that. He should've trusted her more last night.

For the most part his costume looked much as he thought she would. She clung to him closely, as if she had ever done otherwise... There were wrinkles where her exotic shape attempted to conform to his simple frame. He remembered feeling a lot more of them early on, she appeared to be adapting. There was one spot where her skin was actually quite a ways away from his, or rather a pair of spots. His hands drifted to his chest as he considered the anomaly.

"Sorry honey, that's one concession I couldn't make."

He gave her breasts a gentle squeeze. They squeaked, naturally. He had no idea which one of them was giggling so much, nor did he care.

"The last thing that you need to do is apologize. In fact, this is probably the greatest thing to happen to anyone ever."

That time it was definitely Eva.

"Glad you like them. I'll be sure to remember that..."

Kevin sensed a twinge of that foreboding 'She's up to something' feeling, but he'd learned to ignore that by now. The time of day popped up in the back of his mind. He still had to think of a way to get to school, and soon. Perhaps Eva had some insight...

"Any disguise ideas?" He asked, "I am, at this point, many things. However, inconspicuous is not one of them."

"Always a man of practical concerns..."

"Business first as they say."

"Yes, well you're in luck, I may be able to make you just a bit more presentable if you'll give me just a minute."

"In that case, fifty-eight seconds left."

He felt his mouth snap shut. Probably the best retort to one of his witty little remarks he'd ever encountered. It seemed to be part of her plan though, he felt the latex at his lips part as her head pulled and stretched over his face. He swallowed a few generous swigs of thick slurry as the coating in his mouth dissolved. Full color returned to his vision as he watched his lover recede up his arms. Her head pulled back over his like a hood and descended about his neck.

Her nipples sunk in to meet his. He was almost sorry to see those breasts go. He settled onto his heels as the pressure on his legs eased a bit. The tail was last to go again, slowly merging into the latex between his legs, forming that familiar sheath around his shaft. He was left wearing an odd sort of fox coveralls by the end of the process. This would be a bit easier to conceal...

"Long pants I suppose..."

"Naturally. I'll be glad to stay hidden, but that doesn't mean I don't want to cover every inch I can."

"Fortunately I've had the opportunity to learn a thing or two about camouflage."

Kevin hadn't worn long pants in awhile as the weather had been favorable for the most part, but they were dug out of the haphazard stack of clothes as easily as anything else. Soon he looked presentable and was out the door to start another unforgettable day.

All things considered, Kevin felt that things were going rather well as he strode up the path to his first class. He had made good time and Eva had pulled off a nearly seamless fit. He only noticed her presence if he really thought about it, which he did his best not to do for the sake of maintaining some level of decency.

Stunningly enough, the day passed without incident, and Kevin became more and more comfortable in his second skin as time went on. He didn't realize how comfortable until he found himself lounging in his chair during psych, just letting the smooth calm of his companion wash over him. Calmness was an emotion that he had never known Eva to express, but he found himself swept away in it nonetheless.

The lecture in the background quickly faded into indistinct mumbles. As Kevin leaned back and closed his eyes he felt his skin gently pulse with sensation. A soothing massage dug deep into his muscles and squeezed out all the stress and tension they held. He could spend an eternity like this...

"... Kahler? Not getting much sleep these days are we Mr. Kahler?"

Kevin's bleary eyes opened to meet the image of Professor Grayson as he stood over the groggy student's desk. The stoic old scholar looked every bit the part. Shined dome, gray moustache, tweed blazer, the whole bit. He was a man of his trade, not only a Professor but a practicing psychiatrist.

At the moment though, he spoke in a manner far removed from a wizened man of letters. Not an instructor teaching a lesson, simply a wise man trying to give some advice. Kevin supposed that the change in tone was appropriate as he looked about the empty classroom. Seeing as class was over, his teacher probably didn't feel too much in an official mood.

"Can't stop thinking about her can you?" He asked.

Kevin was dumbfounded. Could everyone see right through him? His face lethargically translated his reaction into an expression that the Professor couldn't help but smile at.

"You know I don't like to toot my own horn, but I do believe that I've become rather adept at reading people in my line of work. I see much lust around here, and that is nowhere near as romantic as it sounds. Enterprising youths at the beck and call of hormones they have yet to learn to control. It's sad really. Those primal urges they feel are but a tiny thread in the tapestry that is romance."

"You expected different from college kids?" Kevin commented. The depth of his professor's speech finally dragging him back to full awareness.

"To be honest, no. That is why I was intrigued by your sudden change in behavior. Seeing as you've indebted yourself to me by a half-hour or so, would you care to indulge me in my observations?"

"I've got no place urgent to be. Go ahead doc, pick my brain."

"Consider it done." A kind smile graced his face as he leaned back from Kevin's desk and paced studiously about the room, as he always did when he was deep in thought. "You've always been a fighter, my boy. Only your opponent has changed with time. You fought to suppress the trauma of your youth, you fought your way out of the shadow of your brother, you fought to defend our nation, and then you fought to put it all behind you.

Yet now, in the world of academia, you find yourself without an opponent. The skills you practiced so diligently now burden you. A warrior has nothing to bring to the world but to ply his trade and sow destruction. You find yourself with only a hammer, trying to make all your problems into nails. You fight on, but fail to see that you are beating against an unyielding wall of your own design. It is a conundrum that you can never solve yourself."

"A bit heavy on the metaphors, Doc. I think get where you're going with this though."

"I could employ all of the appropriate technical terminology to formulate my diagnosis if you'd prefer..."

"Uhh... You were saying? It's like..."

He smiled as he continued.

"It's like... a labyrinth, the solution can best be seen from above, by an outside observer. I had always wished to be such an observer, to show people the answers that were in front of them, within them all along. I could not do that for you though. I deal in affairs of the mind, and though it sounds a bit cliché, yours is a dilemma of the heart. You went to great lengths to steel yourself against the foes you faced, and now you defend yourself against those who mean no harm.

You are still missing something, a very basic human need. One that often goes overlooked these days. As adults, the drive to be self-sufficient is quite potent. It's a very important instinct from an evolutionary perspective. Without independence, offspring would forever be a drain on their parents' resources, completely hamstringing any efforts at procreation. However, that compulsion forces us to eschew the comfort of a mother's love, believing that we have outgrown it. That simple thing is all that you need. Compassion, caring, someone to put their arms around you and tell you that it's all going to be okay.

I could have told you this earlier and it would have made no difference. Someone had to let me in first. Only someone who could break that mental armor you've constructed could truly show you what you had done to yourself. Only they could tell you how to finally lay down your arms and embrace those who care for you. The contentedness I see in you now, the absolute peace that suffuses you lets me know this has happened. Whoever your new love interest is, she has been what you have always needed. Your recovery has been inspiring. Your glass ceiling has been shattered. You no longer must be a warrior. You may take the hand of the one you love, go forth and be whatever you want to be."

Kevin finally remembered to breathe. He checked his cheek for tears, but found none. He couldn't imagine what had held them back.

"You have no idea how right you are sir..."

Professor Grayson settled confidently back into his seat.

"It's what I do." He paused for just an instant, hanging on to that triumph. Then his curt, instructor's tone was back. "Well what are you sitting around for man? Class is over!"

The switch left Kevin speechless.

"By which I mean, get back home and tell that woman she's the best thing that's ever happened to you."

Kevin leapt up and headed for the door, seeming to do so by reflex. Just as he got past the doorframe, the Professor heard his voice.

"She knows, Doc. She already knows."

Professor Grayson's fingers traced thoughtfully across the small black address book he had retrieved from his desk. He smiled thoughtfully as he considered the miraculous change that had taken place in his student. That revolution had been a source of much-needed inspiration. He was about to call up an old friend that he hadn't spoken to in a very long time...

Kevin's mind swirled as he walked back to his car. He had never thought that old Grayson could be so insightful. It fit, he supposed. A student of the mind could easily figure out what was going on, even if he didn't quite have the whole story. It still astounded him how well the Professor read him from just his mannerisms and body language, and how right, how miraculously right he had been.

Most of the things he had said Kevin knew already. He had just lost focus on them with all the excitement of the past few days. Eva really was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He was kicking himself for taking her for granted. Eva seemed quite taken by the idea as well. His knees were weak and has hands trembled as he unlocked his car. Eva's amorous feelings were being made clear in some rather blunt ways.

He made it to the open road before he lost his focus again. This time it was the tickle of latex protruding from his sleeves that got his attention. Eva was spreading out again. He could feel her creeping up the back of his neck too. Patience was certainly not one of her strong points. Kevin slowed the car as he pushed back the impulse to panic.

"Eva, if you cover my eyes while I'm driving-"

He had to pull over as she gave no sign of slowing down. The wheel slid through the slick film on his hands as he straightened the car on the shoulder. He had just enough time to put it in park before a green curtain descended over his vision. For all the hubbub leading up to it, the transition was remarkably smooth. Apparently Eva was rather adaptable and had learned how to avoid obstructing his breathing even as her skin sealed around his mouth and snuck down his throat.

The dashboard was cast in sharp relief in that familiar Emerald green as Kevin's vision cleared. The pressure on his throat that accompanied his lover's words was now oddly comforting.

"I'm so sorry honey, it's just- what he said and... you know how I get sometimes I had to-"

"I know. I felt the same thing, and I knew that you did too. I wanted to hold you close more than anything. My only relief was remembering that I already was."

Kevin felt a hot flush course through him. Talking like this definitely wasn't going to get him back on the road. He had momentarily considered their prior engagement at EEE, but quickly decided against it. Now was not really the best time to go out in public. Though he smiled at the thought of being able to turn heads even in that crowd.

"Eva, I know that I'm asking a lot, but do you think that you could calm down and hold it together until we get home?"

"Oh... I-"

Kevin didn't need to hear her response. He could feel the strain and indecision as she struggled to form words. He had to convince her, and fast.

"For me." He said. "As a big favor for me; just a few more minutes and we can both tell each other how we feel."

"One condition," came a much smoother drawl, "I get to show you how I feel."

The car was moving again without so much as pause for breath.

Kevin stumbled out of the car, at home alive amazingly enough. His second skin tugged anxiously at his heels as he scurried inside. His only recourse to conceal his unusual appearance was to get inside fast and pray that no one noticed. He counted himself lucky that he'd had practice dragging himself upstairs even under the influence of Eva's tantalizing ministrations. They were stronger than ever now that she fit so close and needed him so badly.

The lightest touch to his encased erection brought another surge of arousal through him. His hot sweating was nearing the limits of Eva's ability to absorb it. Fortunately the door to his room was ajar, as the only coherent movement he could make at that point was a forward lunge to swing it open and a haphazard kick to shut it behind him. At last able to relax he collapsed to the floor and moaned in ecstasy as he finally gave up his resistance to Eva's pleading grasp of his body. Her sensual touch flooded through him and ground deep into his bones the instant that he allowed it to.

"Oh, thank God! I couldn't hold it anymore." He heard his voice say.

"You were holding this back all day for my benefit?" He asked; awed once more by how caring she was.

"Hmmm... I'm sure you'll find some way to make it up to me."

His clothes slid effortlessly off, tickling Eva's smooth countenance as they did so. One hand jumped to his chest and the other sensually stroked his member as he continued to roll on the floor in all-encompassing bliss. Eva had yet to restore her breasts to their proper shape, but Kevin found the touch of her nipples against his own an indispensable pleasure. His fingers gently kneaded the new sensitive spots he was discovering with enthusiastic vigor.

His limbs stretched and contorted, pulled back and forth by opposing forces as they both tumbled through a sea of sensation. There was so much they both wanted to say to each other, but words paled in the moment. Anything that they could say the other likely knew. And besides, Eva had it right. The fun was in demonstrating one's feelings.

"Let's try something a little different," whispered a voice in Kevin's mind. It wasn't entirely unfamiliar, those burry undertones registered with a distant memory, but he couldn't quite place it. He had only a moment to wonder what it meant when he felt the grip of his fingers slacken, quickly replaced by a much tighter, indescribable grasp. The layer coating his member came alive with motion and sensation, stroking him in smooth, sensual rhythm; making him buck his hips and beg for more.

As if in response, the grip tightened and quickened its pace. Kevin had the brief impression that he had bitten off more than he could chew before his body heaved him up to his peak. His load scattered across his chest as he finally found release. He panted heavily through the light tingles of the fluid's absorption through Eva's skin. He hadn't noticed until now how different cumming that strange green slurry was. Everything felt so smooth, so perfect and effortless. His heaving chest slowed in seconds and his mind cleared. None of the normal exhaustion plagued his afterglow.

He was about to say something, but he felt his body stretch up as if in response to another climax. A lusty growl escaped his throat and he realized that it was Eva's pleasure that his body was responding to. The shapeless stroking resumed on his member before he could make any further observations. The grip seemed to get tighter every stroke. Just when he felt like he would burst it stopped its motion, holding the pressure along his shaft. Kevin was bowed by the unbearable suspense.

The voice came again. "Just hold on." A hasty whisper, as if the voice had other business to attend.

No sooner had he heard it though, were the claws on his free hand dragging through the carpet as the sensations in his member began to build. The pressure from the latex on the outside was being met by a pressure he couldn't identify on the inside. They both surged forward with dizzying force as his back arched and his member dribbled more fluids. Something had to give, and as Kevin's hips jutted forward, something did.

A sensation that really should have been horror or pain accompanied the separation of Kevin's foreskin from the tip of his member. In place of the tearing of flesh however, Kevin felt only a tremendous increase in sensation as his skin was slowly drawn down his length, exposing more and more to the open air. Kevin was just pulling himself together when his skin cinched up around the base and the strange pressure from within returned in full force.

He heaved and writhed anew as his exposed shaft throbbed and twitched, still feeling somehow constrained. He longed for release, begged for some way to relieve this strain. He heaved ineffectually against this strange barrier but only found himself crashing down again, defeated. The skin tightened around his shaft and he gained the impression of an uncomfortable pulling sensation as he brooded briefly.

Like a light through the gloom the voice came again, though all it said was: "now... Now!"

Somehow Kevin knew exactly what it meant. He bucked his hips forward and finally broke free. The tension was blasted away as another load pattered against his chest. During the miraculously fast recovery that followed he happened to glance down at his shaft. He had broken a barrier all right. He had freed another few inches of stately emerald green cock from his new sheath, complete with a thick canid knot.

His hand grasped his newly formed shaft. The slightest touch brought an overwhelming sense of exhilaration. There was no longer a coating of plastic to muffle his sense of touch. That had peeled back with what was now the sheath at his chest. The green was the new color of his exposed length. The latex had infused his flesh and left it irreversibly changed. He still had the impression of stiff flesh, but it was now also smooth, pliant and malleable. He couldn't match up what his hand felt with what his mind said was going on, but both agreed that this felt wonderful.

"H-how..."

"Very simple, like this."

His opposite hand traced a streak of his cum up to his nipple and deftly rubbed it in. A sharp tingling and a spike in sensation told him that his fingers now graced the surface of his skin; that his and her nipples were one in the same. The second connection brought another delicious flood of electrifying pleasure. As did the third as Eva tended his other nipple. Kevin was in-between profound unease and getting used to this. But it was happening too fast. He was being eaten away a piece at a time. He couldn't let this continue.

"Eva! We've got to stop this- Ahhh!"

"I c-can't!"

He had to slow things down, to get a handle on this before-

His shaft spurted a few small jets in response to his continued stroking. The fluid disappeared into Eva's skin where he could feel it gravitating towards his nipples. Pleasure seemed to arc between them as the new load crossed the barrier, giving way to new fits of moaning and writhing that only heightened their building arousal.

"Ooooh... Don't... don't think like a man and try to stop it. Think... think like a dog."

-Huff- "What?"

"When a male fox cums, he knots her. When they're tied... ahhh! That's how they come down from their peak."

"So what do I have to do-ooooh!"

"Just let go and cum one more time, then we can suppress it. I'll see if I can still grip you."

"Ah!"

Apparently she still could. Kevin felt a sudden tension around the base of his knot. It was very sharp and aggressive. It startled him a little, but there was some part of him that liked it. Really liked it. He was glad that cumming was part of Eva's plan, as he doubted he could hold out another second if he tried.

His legs tensed and his hips swung as his climax threw thick ropes of latex cum across his chest. The pressure that he fought in his knot only seemed to invigorate him. The jets continued until he could feel the crushing emptiness in the pit of his guts that let him know he had given it his all. He collapsed back onto the floor and waited for his eyes to roll back into the front of his head.

Kevin had almost made it through his first complete thought of the last hour or so when another tantalizing rush filled his chest. His load had made a beeline for his nipples again and was being absorbed with some enthusiasm. The strange cool grasp of the tendrils of latex dissipated as they sunk deep into his body. The sensation seemed to jump from one erogenous zone to another as his member twitched anew, still in the formless grip of Eva's influence.

"This is s-suppressed?"

"I'm doing the best that I can! It's just-"

A heavy, drawn out moan cut off their words. A few more drops of cum snuck out of Kevin's member as Eva's grip tightened. Kevin shifted in response and she only pinched his knot harder. Any movement only intensified the feeling. Her contractions triggered his and before he knew it his hips were in the air and he felt that glorious release again.

Fortunately Kevin had, quite by accident, discovered how to break the cycle. He had finally found the limits of his newly augmented endurance, and without the strength to move there was no new source of stimulation. He could hardly declare victory as the long-held blood finally returned from his flagging erection because he maintained only the most tenuous grasp on consciousness by that point. He thought that his vision might be going black, but it appeared that it had just gotten dark out. They had been at it for awhile it seemed. This realization only intensified his exhaustion.

His worried thoughts fought for dominance, but a strong, comforting whisper drowned them out.

"Shhh... It'll be okay. Sleep, you earned it."

Kevin twitched a bit in protest, but her voice was so calming, and the sensation of his knot finally retreating back into his sheath sent out a wave of blissful relaxation across his body. Maybe... just for a minute...