High School Transformation: Ch 4 Patrick
#6 of HST: Freshman year
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
Another day of school had started and Corban was ready to continue his master scheme of turning all the guys in school into butt lusting animals. He seemed pleased as he walked through the cafeteria, monitoring his pets and their own handy work. Ed now sat next to his brother Tony whom was sporting an asinine like bristled hairstyle. Apparently the lust must be rooted deep for the donkey boy to take his own brother. Moving along the rows of tables, he stopped to take notice of a conversation going on. "Look at that fat ass... he can't even fit in his uniform." It was Patrick, a six foot tall show off with spiky blonde hair and a slight Polish accent. He was talking about a kid named Booker who was literally a giant. The only reason he didn't fit into his clothes was because they didn't make the uniform in that size. "I think I see my first case of the day..." Reaching down with his gloved hand, Corban snatched up his pumpkin bread and munched it down.
Following Pat into the upper gymnasium, Corban admired the basketball player's human physique from the bleachers along with a few others as he practiced. Turning his head, Corban whispered very lightly, "Don't you have somewhere to be?" All three of the others stand, suddenly having a thought that they had something to do elsewhere. The same thing would happen to others if they approached the gymnasium. Oh, I forgot my book at home. Let's have practice outdoors today. The list went on. The sound of squeaking sneakers stopped and Corban eyed Patrick as he lined up for a shot. Just as he goes to shoot, there was a loud pop and a gust of air. Landing hard, the boards beneath the player cracked beneath him. "What the hell?" His lip quivered as he realized the nails on his right hand had jutted out and pierced the ball! Something felt wrong; he could feel something creeping along his stomach.
Lifting his shirt with his left hand to look at his four pack, he cried out in panic as they seemed to blow up three times their normal size, it just wasn't natural! His stomach was round and bloated, looking like a combination of a gut and his once charming washboard abbs. "No! No-rrrrugh! Rrrrugh!" The jock bellowed out as his semi-muscular arms burst outwards as pure muscle, all the way to his hands as black pads formed along his palms.
His jersey stretched and stretched as his newly massive spine cracked and expanded before finally tearing the material in half. More ursine grunts escaped his throat as he raised his left hand...or what was now a paw as deadly brown bear claws extended to about half a foot long. Light chocolate fur washed over those paws and down his arms. Turning his gaze towards Corban, he looked at the skater boy with a plea of mercy in his eyes. "Please, rrrugh rugh, it hurts!" Falling to his big stomach, Pat groaned as his hard ass cheeks grew to a more round proportion.
Roaring loudly, his cheek bones expanded along with his face, his huge tongue lapping at his drooling fangs as his nose flattened out into his new muzzle. He was obviously fighting the change much longer than the others as he looked himself over. Fear struck, he was even terrified as he tugged at his super stretched shorts. He had to push at his stomach, big but firm like a muscle, just to see his crotch. His balls were huge and fuzzy, but his dick was hidden away in a sheath and what showed itself looked really weird. "I'm huge!" His words were scrambled as he struggled to speak with his new mouth. Corban only rolled his eyes, "Get over it or get use to it. Just think about it, you could lift a car like that..." The skater boy then hopped off the bleachers and made his way for the door, stopping suddenly as he felt his ears slide to the top of his head and shrank to a more rounded shape. Feeling the bear ears through his hair, "Oh great, I look like a teddy bear!"