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As the day continued on the campus remained unaware of the events of the fitness center, mostly due to the lack of people that actually visited it over the summer break. Most of the students didn't bother to take advantage of such a thing, such as the two that were heading towards one of the other buildings that made up the circle of buildings that were on campus. With the library in the middle of it they were all connected by a series of tunnels that went partially underground, which was great for navigating through when it was too hot or cold. At the moment Henry was just doing to be lazy and not bother to go outside as he kept his sketchbook under his arm.

Though there were no classes going on during the break there was time to do projects that had been assigned before that, which was exactly the reason why he had to get to the art department in order to finish his sculpture. While it was nice to have the advantage of getting it done while everyone else was away he still grumbled in protest that his professor had put a deadline so close to the end of the break. He could be doing whatever else he wanted... not that there was much to do in the school unless he wanted to join in one of the awful student services activity or join the ROTC program they ran. Since he enjoyed neither he probably would have been working on art anyway... just not the kind that he could turn in.

When he got to the workshops that the college offered he used his key card in order to unlock them, a perk of being an art major, and as he walked inside he found that he wasn't alone in using the break to get ahead. "Derek, what you are you doing here?" Henry asked, prompting the other man to look up from his potter's wheel to look at him. "I thought you had your project done on the very first day."

"Yeah, but I was told that there was some new clay that arrived and I wanted to be the first to try it," Derek replied as he straightened his back, gesturing to the block that was on the wheel. "Amon is here too, said something about wanting to try and make a better bust and had some ideas. Didn't you see the e-mail?"

"Like I would look at that crap while I'm supposed to be on vacation," Henry scoffed as he put down his bag at one of the tables. "New clay, huh?"

"Yeah, supposed to have a longer work time while remaining stable," Derek replied. "From the way Julian was talking about it you'd think that it cured cancer and gave a blowjob while he was at it. I haven't had my hand in it yet though and Amon went to get a drink before he got started, but it seems like normal clay to me."

Henry nodded as he heard the name Julian, which was their TA for the semester. While he always enjoyed art Henry found Julian to be a little over the top when it came to artistic endeavors, stressing about the beauty of art and how important it was. He was part of a small group that were the very definition of hipsters, and it wasn't something that he had intended on being a part of. It did pay to suck up to him though since he often got better grades just by putting a little extra flowery language on a piece even if it didn't turn out right as he went to the supply room in order to get a chunk of this clay to start the molding of his project.

As soon as he got into the room he saw what Derek was talking about, slightly taken aback by the huge block of bright white clay that sat in the center of the room. Though he was more of a drawer then a sculptor he knew that just leaving it out like this would cause it to dry out and become useless, though perhaps that's what the other man met by it having a longer work time as he found that it did have quite the luster to it. It still seemed like it would be a dried out block in a few days, but he shrugged as it wasn't really his place to care about such things as long as he got his project done. He had already seen a few chunks cut off of it, no doubt from Derek and Amon, but as he grabbed the wire to do the same for him he happened to notice something in the corner that caused him to pause.

It was a shirt; normally such a thing wouldn't even grab his attention, but he recognized it as one of the artistically inspired pieces that Julian always wore. Considering how much he valued them it was unusual to see one just lying there, and stranger still that when he went to investigate it that he found a lot of the new clay caked on it. Perhaps he had gotten it ruined while loading the clay into the room, he mused, but if that was the case then why did he have on his favorite shirt to do it, and why did he leave it there? Considering he hadn't seen the other man in the area he didn't even think that Julian was here, but he guessed that he had to have been since the clay on the shirt was rather fresh.

Just as Henry got up from his examination he heard a yell come from the art room that caused his head to turn. It was Derek, which prompted him to rush back towards the main classroom workshop. When he got there he saw that the other man was trying to flick the slip that had covered him up to his elbows off of his hands, the extremely wet clay dripping from his fingers. When he asked what happened Derek informed him that he had just spun up the wheel and was about to get some slip for it when his knee caught the edge and caused him to fall forward right into the large bucket.

"Damn it Derek, I thought something actually happened to you," Henry said with a sigh as he watched the other artist continue to keep his dripping hands over the bucket while eyeing up the nearby utility sink.

"Well excuse me for getting startled when I thought I was going head first in that bucket," Derek shot back. "Man, this stuff is heavier then I thought, do you think you could grab me a towel so that I can clean some of this off? I don't want to drip all over the place and have to mop this stuff up."

Henry nodded, but as he looked around he wasn't sure where the towels were, or if there even were any. He was not much of a pottery guy and used tools to do his work, but after a little bit of walking around he managed to find some paper towels that would work. As he grabbed the entire role however he heard a groan and looked back to see what was going on, only to find that Derek's hands were back in the slip again. At first he thought that the other man was trying to use the thin film of water on top to wash off his hands, but as he saw the look of shock on his face Henry found his face turning up in confusion as Derek brought up a large handful of the clay.

"I... I'm not doing this!" Derek said in disbelief, his arms shaking slightly as though he was trying to take control of them. "Something is going on with the clay!" Just as Derek shouted that his mouth let out a sputtering gasp as his arms took the slip and splashed it in his own face. As Henry looked on in shock he noticed that as the slip was smeared thickly over his head it looked like the clay on his arms had dried, and in doing so made his forearms look more muscular and his fingers fatter.

Derek wasn't quite sure what he was watching, but once the hands had finished completely covering his face the clawed fingers went down and grabbed another handful. It looked like the man was trying to say something but the slip was somehow completely coating his mouth, and as Henry continued to stand there dumbfounded he could see the clay was somehow pushing into to his maw. It looked like his hands were reaching up to try and pull the spreading substance over his face, but once more they stopped a few inches away from his face. As the fingers curled and made their way back down towards the slip again the clay dripping on his finger tips morphed into claws while his mouth and nose was completely encased. While his face and arms looked like they were being sculpted by unseen hands the second scoop of slip was directed into his pants, a muffled groan coming from the squirming human as Henry could see the bulge that it formed start to shift and squirm like the clay that had somehow completely encased his head.

Henry was at a loss for words on what he was looking at; he wasn't sure sure whether Derek was just being exceptionally strange as a prank or if he was having a mental breakdown. What was stranger still was that while the clay on his arms had originally gone to his elbow, or at least he thought, he could see that it was not only all the way up his bicep but it coated it in a way that made him look strangely muscular. If he hadn't seen it himself he would have thought that somehow he had sculpted it that way, but as the writhing man suddenly went still he saw Derek's head tilt back and a muffled gurgle escape from the clay of his head. While it had originally just thickly coated his face it looked like it was somehow building itself up as a split formed in the growing mound of clay that quickly formed into a mouth.

But his hands weren't doing the sculpting, instead they were more occupied with the second mound of clay that had been deposited on the man's body. As the thick substance on Henry's head continued to writhe and reshape the fingers were far more active on his groin, which as the slip began to soak into the fabric and start to eat it away the clawed fingers were sculpting it into something... rather lewd. But as the clay cock was finished being sculpting into an admittedly impressive member there was a noise that came from the head that had snapped his attention back to Derek's head. Henry looked up just in time to see the grey clawed fingers go up to his head that thrashed about a few more times before it finally went still, and as the mouth fully formed into a draconic muzzle the eyes opened despite being completely coated to reveal solid grey orbs underneath.

"Ah... I knew the cock was the way to finally get this one under control," Derek said, though the deep, gravely voice that came out of the creature was definitely not the one that had been speaking to Henry earlier as he took a step back from the cackling entity. "And another one to bring into the fold right away, Master Sivilath will be very pleased." The shiny slip that continued to cascade down his shoulders had started to burn away the clothing that the human wore, only to have the increasingly alien creature used his newfound control over his host to rip off the partially destroyed shirt.

Henry found himself continuing to back away as the creature continued to cackle at him, but as he took a step forward he also brought his hands back into the slip. This time his entire body was moving with an eagerness, the jerky movements that had come with his partial possession completely gone. Whatever was talking through Derek's mouth had completely taken control, but even as he watched him spread the clay thickly over his chest and began to sculpt a set of pectorals on his body he knew he didn't want to find out. With the concern of the creature more on sculpting rather then doing anything with him Henry decided to run; Derek was between him and the door out of the classroom though, which left him only one option.

To his surprise the creature didn't chase after him as Henry dashed towards the other door, quickly locking it behind him before turning around. When he looked back he saw that the lights had been turned off for some reason, and even with it being dark he saw what looked like something spilled over the ground. It was some sort of drink, and as he remembered that Amon had gone out to get one he started to hear what sounded like muffled talking. Almost immediately he went to the light switch, and when he flicked them on he saw where the other man had gone as he let out a gasp of shock.

It was Amon; the human's pants were practically down around his ankles as his back was pushed against the large block of clay, several tentacles of the material wrapped around his waist and arms that had him pulled back against it. Already the thick substance was starting to spread over him and the reason that he sounded so muffled was another clay tentacle that was shoved into his mouth. There was also one that was spreading open his butt cheeks, though his entire midsection was covered completely in clay as the tentacle coiled around his cock was stroking it and causing the shaft to stretch longer and longer just like Derek's. Henry once more found himself frozen as he didn't know what to do, but unlike Derek the amount of clay that was enveloping around his body was much faster and he was getting bigger by the second.

This time Henry recovered much quicker then the first time, but as he ran for the door that would have gotten him out into the hallway it suddenly opened and revealed another muscular gargoyle. "Ah, one left to snare in the trap," the creature said, his smile pulling back on his muzzle to reveal sharpened teeth. "What are we going to do with such ample materials?"

Henry was at a loss for words, and as he continued to stare at the muscular clay creature in show a muffle groan drew his attention elsewhere. His eyes glanced to Amon, who had fallen forward with the tentacles still inside of him. His body was completely coated from head to toe in the thick substance, his maleness had grown to the point where it was almost past his knees and as his body was curled up in the air he could see the clay-like tentacle that had been pumping into his butt had merged and became a tail. As Henry and Amon made eye contact he could see the last vestige of fear before it rolled back and was replaced with a sculpted version that started to move about.

With Henry being shocked at the transformation of the other man completely coated in clay the gargoyle that had entered into the room got his attention once more. "Looks like the other two are enjoying themselves," the gargoyle said, his long clay tongue licking his lips as the face of the one on all fours began to be sculpted to become more feline. "Now it's your turn to turn you into something beautiful."

Though the voice was significantly different from what he was used to, Henry had recognized that tone and way of speaking. "You're Julian," Henry said with a gasp as he stepped back, only to feel himself bumping into the more draconic clay creature and feeling his gooey body transfer to his clothes. "Shit..."

"How astute, too bad your eye for art was better than your ear for tone," Julian replied with a chuckle, the gargoyle helping the increasingly clay feline to his feet while Henry backed away from the similar dragon creature. Though they were both fully coated and looked like draconic and feline creatures, their bodies and faces were non-descript and lacked any features like the gargoyle had. "Not that it matters since I'm here to make up for it, though the question is where you want to be concerning the composition."

"Composition?" Henry asked, causing the gargoyle to roll his eyes.

"Clearly you have not been listening in class," Julian said as Henry suddenly felt his clothing start to fall off of his body, the slip that was on it eating away the fabric and exposing him. "With these two I'm going to be created quite the creature, and now with a third joining in I have to put you somewhere... so would you like to be a head, or shall I relegate you to the tail? You would make quite the nice snake."

Henry found himself swallowing hard, but as he started to get close to the corrupted clay block he had to dodge the tentacles that were still protruding from it. It was clear from the three of them that they were not going to allow him to leave, and with them all being completely erect they also showed their intentions. "I... uh..." Henry said as he quickly ran out of room, being backed up into the corner by the others. "I think I want to drop this class."

The gargoyle chuckled at that and waved his hand, which prompted the draconian creature that used to be Derek to step forward until their chests were practically touching against one another. Though their body wasn't defined and still gooey in nature, the slip had been sculpted to give him a rather muscular body. Before Henry could make a move the clay dragon stomped his foot down, which completely flowed over his sneaker and caused it to melt. Almost immediately it started to feel like he was stepping in thick mud, feeling it squish between his toes as the clay creature continued to push up against his leg and enveloping it.

As the thick substance continued to push over his leg Henry's brain finally clicked that he was in danger, but with the clay dragon creature gripping against him somehow Derek had managed to get behind him. When the human tried to run forward he found only one of his steps actually happening and when he attempted to move the one that the dragon had covered he found it stuck to the ground. It wasn't even that he had gotten resistance from the clay that was quickly engulfing it, it was like he had zero control over the limb anymore. He let out a groan of pleasure as the sensation was both unnerving and strangely desirable, looking down to see the clay morphing and sculpting... and it felt like it was his own foot that it was happening to.

Henry began to pant as the dragon had taken over his entire leg, which when he looked down saw that his entire body had gotten exposed. Even though he was completely naked that was the least of his concerns; and as he saw his cock starting to stiffen from the stimulation he couldn't help but let out another moan of pleasure, especially as he could feel the clay starting to defy gravity and slither up his butt and over his taint. The dragon that had captured him let out a low growl as the sensation in Henry's clay covered leg intensified, the combination of their two forms creating a very thick appendage with the large reptilian foot flexing. One hand of the clay creature went to his cock and began to stroke it while the other pressed against the human's head, and as he felt his other foot get enveloped from the one behind him stepping into it he suddenly felt that cool, slick muzzle push against his ear.

The inhuman flexibility of the sculpted being allowed for Derek to keep their balance even as their forms were merging together, his prehensile cock easily finding its way into the butt of the one in front of him. What Henry was more focused on, however, was the slick clay tongue starting to push into his ear, which was coated in slip and started to reshape as the appendage slithered deeper inside. The second it did and that corrupted clay filtered into his skull both of his eyes began to roll upwards and his jaw dropped slightly from the intrusion, both physical and mental. There was something foreign that had latched onto his psyche, and as slip began to drip from his eyes and nostrils Henry felt himself being dragged down into the depths of pleasure.

As the clay dragon's tongue continued to push inside the same was happening with his hips, pushing forward and pumping more of his cock and the strange substance inside of the human. Henry was already claimed, but as Julian watched his creations get to work he stroked himself while watching his creation take form. The stomach of the enthralled human became distended from the cock inside of him, seeing the bulge with each thrust as the feline clay creature slowly crawled his way towards them. As the dragon reached forward and grabbed onto Henry's hands with his own, the clay squished and enveloped them while Amon got up to them and turned to present his own tailhole towards them.

At this point Henry felt like a passenger in his own body; he could feel the limbs controlled by the dragon behind him angle their merging body so that his clay-covered cock was right against the feline's hole, and at the same time something else was corrupting his thoughts and taking over the rest. It was getting incredibly hard to think though, to try and push back against the intense pleasure that was coming from the lewd act, especially when his own throbbing member was buried into the one in front of them. Amon let out a sharp growl of pleasure from the penetration, and as his legs pushed back into their combined ones the clay flowed into it like it was water, causing the third creature to join the other two in their lower body.

The bulking up and transformation of their legs was too much for both dragon and changing human to remain standing, falling forward and immediately sandwiching the still partially covered human between the two of them. Even without being pinned however Henry wouldn't be able to move, as he felt the cock inside of him and his pushing into the feline their lower bodies had almost become completely one, leaving only the clay bodies stretching themselves so that they could still have the fun of their threesome. By this time most of Henry's blissful expression had been completely covered in clay, leaving his face almost completely blank. Even though the slip had coated his eyes though he could still see, in fact it felt like he was experiencing even more as his chest sank into the back of the feline creature in front of him.

No sooner had he started to sink into Amon's body did the clay feline's head turn all the way around, Henry's already lust-locked brain suddenly getting another dose of corruption as a second puzzle pressed against his opposite ear. With the dragon already practically filling his skull with the slip it didn't take much for the feline to join him, and if his eyes were still exposed Henry would have had had them roll all the way back as a second tentacle-like tongue joined the first in filling his mind. With the two pushing into his softening skull so deeply he wondered in the back of his mind if they weren't about to merge their heads, but while he could feel and hear the thoughts of the other corrupted entities they remained separate, like oil and water. The same couldn't be said for their bodies as their powerful thrusts and humping into one another caused them to finally fall forward, the weight of the three causing the clay bodies to collapse into one another with the slip dragon oozing over the last of the human and into the feline.

As Julian watched the merged hands of the new creature grab onto Henry's face and sculpt his new beak he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. "Well, I'm glad to see the sculpture department found my little gift," Sivilath said as Julian immediately bowed his head in recognition. "What do you call them?"

"A claymera," Julian replied, both minions of Mater Renzyl watching as the clay of their combined forms became more defined, transforming the three creatures into a hulking, three-headed sculpture that nearly bumped his head as they slowly stood up. The one that had been Henry let out a squawk as the hands finished up with his head, the long ears twitching as the two tongues stretching out his ear holes pulled back just in time for the three to share their first orgasm. Thick whitish-grey slip practically poured out of their huge cock, and as it pooled it quickly flowed back towards them and rejoined their bodies. "As you can see, they are more than ready to serve Master Renzyl's whims."

"Actually, Master Chrono is going to be calling the shots from this point forward in the operation," Sivilath replied. "But we already heard from our spy that the organization is meeting as we speak, which means that soon we're going to need to get ready for resistance." As Julian's wings twitched the rubber lizard looked at the new claymera flexing his powerful muscles, the three heads sharing a devilish grin as they waited to find out who they were going to envelop and corrupt next. "This golem is a good start, but we're going to need more to stop those that we're facing..."

Meanwhile in the central library dark clouds had begun to swirl over the surrounding landscape as a dozen people sat down at a table, the hidden room deep within the building adorned with runes to keep out the influence and scrying of any supernatural creature that might be trying to find them. "As I'm sure most of you saw while you were outside, the veil is starting to thin between realms," Hansen told those that sat in the room. "What is the status of our forces?"

"We managed to recall most of those that are in our ROTC program," Albert said as he brought up a picture of the campus on the screen that had been set up. "Now unfortunately we haven't had time to get most of them versed in how to deal with magical entities, but our occultists that we trained are scattered and filtering in as we speak. We're going to need at least a few more days in order to muster the forces necessary to deal with an incursion like the one you are saying is happening."

"It's definitely happening," Hansen said with a deep frown on his face. "Call them again, and anyone else that can get here on short notice. I'm not losing this campus because a horny rubber dragon decided to come back and try to finish the job. As soon as we get anyone with an ability to use magic in here I want to start getting set up on repulsion and defensive fortifications, we can't go on the attack yet until we know where they breached and what they're using against us. Dismissed."

The other members of the order grumbled slightly at not being heard, but Hansen could care less as he ignored Albert's motion to follow and went out a different door into the main library. As soon as he left the safety of their base he could feel the influence of the nexus creature on his body, something that caused him to shudder. While he knew he would probably have to deal with this eventually he had hoped that he wouldn't, though as he saw the door to the library open his train of thought was immediately derailed. The young man that had just entered into the room looked around with a concerned look on his face, and as Hansen went up to him he had felt his breath catch in his throat.

"Michael, what in the hell are you doing here?" Hansen asked. "I told you when I called you that I would be indisposed and not to visit."

"Considering what I heard in your voice, I could tell that there was something wrong," Michael replied as he set his bags down. "What is going on, dad? What's with the cryptic messages you were sending me?"

"Something you should not be a part of," Hansen replied as he shook his head, and as he felt the medallion around his neck glow again he let out a sigh. "But it's too late for that now; if you try to leave the campus they're going to potentially chase after you. Come with me, you'll be safe in our chambers until this entire thing ends."

"What thing?" Michael asked. "Seriously, what the hell is going on?"

"It's... a long story," Hansen said with a sigh as he led the other man towards the passage. "But I suppose it can't be helped... there is a reason that I didn't want you to go to this college, and while it appears that my attempts were for nothing at least now you can know what we do here."