Seph and the Student Body
This is the first anthro short story I've ever posted. It's also the first time Seph appears as a coyote instead of a lizard in anything I've made. There's not much plot to be expected, just a messy, fun romp drenched in its own juices. Hope you enjoy!
Story and characters © Seph, 2007
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There was trouble on the bus. When I reached my stop, I waited until I was the last one off, clutched my backpack against my crotch, and cautiously slinked to the door. I thanked the driver, who nodded and gazed to a busy street where dozens of pedestrians briskly crossed. Maybe he could smell me, but his face was solid rock and I shuffled to the curb.
The entrance to Barton Hall led to an auditorium of students waiting before class. I isolated myself and placed my bag beside me. The bulge snaking down my left leg ached inside my jeans, straining the fabric past my knee. It hurt when I bent my leg, so I bowed it awkwardly against the wall.
I could smell myself clearly. My penis looked like an overfed eel wrapped in denim, punctuated with a bulbous tip and a tell-tale dark spot that streaked down my leg. It was my mistake for coming, and I should have realized the condition I was in before hopping the bus. I lowered the flat table portion of my desk and set my belongings on top. It was a noble idea, but flipping through pages of notes from various classes did nothing to suppress my libido.
Never underestimate the potential of a bumpy road and a vibrating bus. My pants were wet and warm, and the front stuck to my fur. Students had begun to arrive more quickly, and a female tiger sat down two rows in front. She was attractive and had nice hair, but I had a particular eye, and hungered for dick.
A tall wolf sat in the middle of the auditorium several rows ahead. I felt like I was in the supermarket, glancing over individual pieces of fruit for bruises. He was good-looking, but he wasn't my type. As tempting as their bodies are, jocks are rarely impressionable, even under the influence of mischievous forces.
Well, the cathedral bells rang that day when a god in beige shorts descended the stairs and sat two seats across from the female tiger. His slender legs flowed into a pair of oversized paws dressed in brown, open-top sandals. His handsome face was Christened with two beautiful sky-blue eyes that sparkled like a wishing well in the mid-summer sun. He was a gorgeous skunk, and he wore a dark red t-shirt with a faded phrase in bold text: For the Horde. I believe I was swooning.
As I stared, he caught my eye, but I looked away and he turned to his notebook. For ten minutes I debated whether or not to indulge myself and risk exposing my identity. The angel on my shoulder pleaded with me, decrying that I must remember my responsibility as a canine of virtue. Coyotes have finer virtues than self-restraint.
I fantasized about the skunk and squeezed myself. I had fantasized about doing this kind of thing in public a lot. My dick was some kind of freakish red cucumber that spit all over the place, and I didn't know how long my pants could take it. Spring had an effect on me that was impossible to control: whenever the snow melted and the rain began to fall, I would become animalistically horny and stop at nothing to satisfy myself.
My penis throbbed between my legs while the professor lectured. I tried to think about covalent bonds, but all I could study was the young skunk two rows ahead, and his large, sandaled feet.
I looked around carefully. Only a handful of students surrounded me. I rested my hand on the top of my desk and carefully turned it around. The pads on my palm glistened, and my fingers were slathered in transparent silk. I dipped my muzzle to sneak a taste and pushed the smooth body of my pink tongue slowly across.
I wouldn't be too bad, I told myself. I would only make a few minor adjustments. The professor held up a styrofoam model of a hydrogen molecule and explained its basic components. I hadn't imagined the consequences of my actions, but once I began, there would be no going back.
I stared at the skunk's feet and focused my energy, willing them to change. He was confused, and I watched with perfect attention while he bent forward and massaged his toes, trying to squeeze out the pressure. His facial expression was mixed between embarrassment and confusion. The soles of his sandals were no longer large enough to cover his feet, and his heels stuck out a good couple of inches, slowly enlarging every moment. He scrunched his toes around the fronts of his sandals and stared, bewildered.
The tiger asked if he was okay. The skunk wasn't sure, and he slipped off his sandals with dull black claws. He continued to massage his naked soles, kneading around his toes and the balls of his feet. It was a surreal experience, and the toes of his right foot curled out from the end of his row and into the stairs, elongating visibly.
His beautiful feet had already been too large for his body, but now they were massive, long and wide enough to support a creature twice his size. I grunted and leaned into my desk, stealthily pawing myself with a single hand. My pants were soaked, and the air reeked of sex.
The skunk tried to ignore what was happening and dug his feet beneath the seat in front. I relaxed his expansion and gave him a second to adjust. He actually resumed taking notes as if nothing were wrong, but I was flustered and craved his attention.
This time I would not be so subtle. His entire body began to grow, slowly but noticeably filling out his cramped seat. The tiger asked what was going on, but the skunk was scared and didn't know. The sides of his desk constricted his body, and his clothes crept back, revealing his soft fur and lithe chest. He was a foot and a half taller now, and his gigantic toes flexed against the cool floor.
I couldn't stop staring. The instructor defined the second law of thermodynamics and cycled through a series of images on the overhead projector. My breath was heavy and my leg felt like soup. All around my feet spread a puddle of transparent fluid seeping through the bottom of my jeans. My seat was sticky, and my clothes clung to my body like saran wrap, pronouncing my insatiable organ.
The skunk silently excused himself and plodded up the tall steps leading outside. His head was woozy and he was alarmed at how much his perspective had changed. I hurried behind, grasping my belongings between my legs. The filmy, glistening mess dripping from my pants and the powerful stench of dick made students turn their heads. Some plugged their noses, offended, but others sniffed curiously, savoring its virile aroma. To me, the smell was candy, and I proudly wagged my tail.
He was confused when he made it to the hall. Students passing by gawked as their superior pupil towered above them, his head brushing the nine foot ceiling. His clothes barely fit, revealing a slim, athletic build complete with carefully defined abdominals and hand-crafted pecs. The skunk was torn between fleeing and finding a restroom to hide. Even with the damp smell of penis trailing behind, the other students paid me no attention. I was a silhouette stalking the most beautiful guinea pig on the entire campus, and I liked it that way.
The skunk rushed into a nearby stairwell, avoiding all contact. His enormous feet climbed with remarkable ease, and I spryly tagged along. When he had arrived at the third floor, a horse in a blue fraternity shirt announced the skunk's freakish size and recommended a university in Brobdignag. I would have stopped to congratulate the horse for breaking his stereotype, but urgent business beckoned me yonder.
On the third floor hall, the skunk passed an international student carrying a stack of textbooks. Her eyes widened when she saw the monstrous creature, and she cowered behind a water fountain near a tall display case. The skunk's clothes were torn in many places, and his shorts bulged tremendously, exposing the top of his fat, white sheath.
"We're not all this big," the skunk explained nervously. The other student was an exotic bird of paradise, who closed her eyes and buried her head when he squeezed by. The glass case shook, and several fossils that were displayed inside wobbled out of place and onto the shelves.
When he reached the bathroom, it was empty. The skunk searched for a lock, but it could only be closed with the janitor's key. Frantically, he crouched behind a handicapped stall. His clothes had ripped completely, forming a tattered trail that led to his spot. He squatted when he heard me enter, but his enormous toes betrayed him, spreading out from underneath the stall and across the tiled, off-white floor.
I could hear him breathing, and I knocked on the door with deliberate softness.
"Go away!" his voice erupted like frightened thunder. It was impressive, but not nearly thunderous enough.
I focused my energy. I knew he could feel it. He cried out at first, which softened into a guilty moan when he realized that the experience was surprisingly euphoric. I licked my ravenous, grinning lips and adjusted the messy python in my jeans.
The skunk's growth redoubled, forcing not only his height to increase, but also his bulk. His slim musculature developed rapidly, and he was taken aback by the surge of power flooding his veins. His dexterous toes curled against the bathroom floor, ballooning like African kudzu.
"Holy shit," I exclaimed, "What happened?"
"Get out!" his voice boomed louder, trembling with bass.
"Do you want help?"
"No!" he moaned. His fingers gripped tensely around the top of the stall. It folded inwards, unveiling his angelic face. Suddenly, pleasure was no longer at the front of the skunk's mind, and he eyeballed me suspiciously, "Aren't you in my class?"
"Uh..." I looked down at my large bare feet. Their light brown fur was sleek with juice and sparkled dimly, "I think so."
The skunk had been creeping constantly higher. He was so tall that his head pushed individual ceiling tiles out of their platforms, even while crouching. His arms were corded in muscle, and his pectorals were gigantic slabs that heaved with vitality. He had transformed from a slender Narcissus into a Phidean masterpiece. The handicapped stall was no Acropolis, but it would do.
I reached for a mop sticking out of a square yellow bucket and jammed it in the main door. The skunk had completely filled his stall and it bent outwards. He pushed hard with his massive shoulder and broke it out of place. He was more than fifteen feet tall and scooted towards the restroom's spacious commons.
"It was you," he rumbled, his voice a mixture of ecstasy and fear. He surveyed himself in a row of mirrors hanging above the line of sinks, "Change me back!"
"I'm not done yet," I smirked.
I could see his genitals clearly, and was unimpressed with their size. I had always had a bone to pick with the classic sculptors of ancient Greece; they were masters of physique, but knew nothing about erotic perfection. The skunk's sexual organs seethed with magic, and began to inflate tormentingly fast before my eyes.
He gripped around his cock with both hands and winced, "What the hell... ohhh... are you doing?!"
I bit my lip, admiring his penis like a rare, blooming orchid. His white-furred testicles plumped between his legs, filling out into perfectly round spheres that spread across the floor. The tip of the skunk's exquisite organ began to spit streams of precum that lacquered his fur and dribbled below. His pink shaft was completely smooth, and reddened with agitated, supernatural lust. Its crown had reached the skunk's pectorals, and its body lay firm against his stomach, drenching him with uncontrollable spurts of delicate oil. His genitals emanated a luxurious scent, and I pulled down my jeans and boastfully matched it.
"You can call me Coyote," I reached out with my left hand and traced the length of his penis. His musk was palpably thick, and I consumed it wistfully, bathing in the sensual pleasures of his growth. This was more than just sex; it was church. My ears perked and my tail wagged when a particularly good idea came to mind, "I think I'll call you Apollo."
The skunk gripped himself firmly, slicking his fingers with rivulets of pre. He was entranced with magic, and his gorgeous eyes boiled passionately, concentrating on the tip of his rising dick. He paid my curiosity no mind, and I bravely licked across his flesh. He shuddered and attempted to devour himself, forcing his lips across his gaping slit.
The bathroom was becoming too small for Apollo. Porcelain basins had begun to shatter from his spreading body, and his behemoth feet cracked the walls. Even laying down, things were problematic. I knelt against the skunk's bountiful orbs and nuzzled his shaft. As water poured from a cluster of exposed pipes, I jerked off my two foot erection and joined Apollo in a chorus of moans.
"Coyote," Apollo cried, "What are you?!"
I smiled up to the heavenly skunk and wagged my dusty tail, "An artist."
Apollo's growth hastened, and the floor audibly protested his increasing weight. Concerned knocking rapped against the door, but it was barricaded by the janitor's mop and a massive sole with tender, pink pads.
"Please!" complained the skunk, "Stop!"
The floor shifted beneath Apollo. I anticipated a bumpy landing and clutched the fur around his belly. The skunk's growth was too much, and the lights flickered, then died. The bathroom collapsed, and he fell through to the first floor and into the hall. Several students who were late to class fled in terror, and the auditoriums already in session bustled with confusion.
"Everybody run!" yelled one of the students. The distinctive screams of numerous females rang throughout the hall.
Students and faculty poured out of their classes and stopped in place when they saw Apollo. He had grown more than forty feet tall and was expanding by inches per second. I was shaken by the fall, but completely unscathed.
"Coyote!" Apollo's voice shook the building with a tremulous cry, "Make it stop!"
I was selfish and unsatisfied; the more he protested, the bigger I wanted him. He curled his toes and shook with pleasure, stroking himself furiously. His penis was so large that its tip rivaled his face, recklessly spewing gallons of slime. The fragrance of his organ fogged the air, disorienting students who breathed it.
The occupants of Barton Hall were disorganized and impulsive. Several had managed to escape, but the majority were paralyzed and gawked at Apollo's increasing body. The titanic skunk was numb with bliss and thrust his powerful hips. Precum bubbled out and spilled across a yellow "Piso Mojado" sign that lay at the foot of a spiraling staircase.
Apollo had grown to sixty feet tall. His genitals were no longer swelling disproportionately, but his body pulsed larger in whole, feasting on my desires. The students withdrew to the backs of their rooms and fled through emergency doors, sounding the alarm. My escapade was in jeopardy, and I needed to finish fast.
I grinded on Apollo, thrusting against his cyclopean prick. The skunk was obsessed with climax and pumped wildly, spraying his essence all over the walls. His desperate moans escaped Barton Hall and wailed across campus, stirring students from blocks away. He had grown so quickly that several parts of the building were in shambles, replaced by solid muscle and two-tone fur.
At last, the building was empty. Apollo wheezed deliriously and flexed his growing toes against the spiraling staircase. The railing twisted and buckled beneath him. His leg spasmed and he kicked forward, breaking the staircase out of its place and smashing it into the wall.
I focused a final wave of energy and forced it into Apollo. His hundred foot figure froze in place and he closed his eyes; his loins burned with incredible potency, and his balls churned, plumping larger and larger until unthinkable gallons of pent up sperm frothed out of his fleshy organ and exploded through the walls. His erection was a marvelous skyscraper, jutting through the roof and eclipsing the sun.
Ribbons of nectar arced high above Barton Hall and oozed through the ceiling. I had realized a private fantasy at the cost of an entire building, and I nuzzled into Apollo's shaft, humping myself to paradise. I panted and gazed to the top of the skunk's penis, squirting my syrup on his sheath. Rivers of the skunk's glossy Ambrosia gushed forth, swamping his body and the ruins of demolished auditoriums.
Fire engines pulled up to the wreckage and a company of dalmatians in yellow rubber unloaded their hoses. The building was smoky where the walls had collapsed, but there was no sign of fire. The dalmatians sniffed the air and waded through inches of sloppy milk towards Apollo's gargantuan, breathing mass.
I had made numerous mistakes that morning, but being caught would not be among them. I closed my eyes, assuming the features of a quadrupedal coyote, and darted across Apollo's leg to curl against his ankle. His climax was fading, and he was beginning to reawaken. I wagged my tail and looked him directly in the eye. His gorgeous pupils sparkled, and I admired them for one last moment before licking his foot and scampering away.
Apollo would not recall the morning's events once he had returned to his original size. I retransformed behind the campus art building, dressed in my soggy outfit, and stepped into the open. The university was unaware of what had happened and had yet to break into hysterics, but the morning was young. I waited at the bus stop and shuffled to the curb when the right one arrived.
The driver looked me over and shook his head, "Can't ride looking like that. Sorry."
"There was an accident at school," I explained, "and I don't have a car."
The driver pressed his tongue inside his cheek and tapped his finger against the wheel.
"Alright, son. But you better stay at the back," The driver was a middle-aged panther and he leaned in to whisper, "You smell funny, son."
I grinned as I shuffled to the last seat. Sirens and flashing lights blared around the remnants of Barton Hall. I felt guilty and questioned my selfishness: should I abuse my powers like I had?
The other passengers cracked their windows, and a handsome husky stared at me from several seats ahead. He looked to be at least a couple of years younger than I was, and he was baffled by my scent. I peered out the window, trying to ignore him, but the road was bumpy and the bus vibrated at a diabolical frequency. For ten minutes I debated whether or not to do it, but my penis ached and I licked my chops.