High School Transformation: Ch 6 Erik
#4 of HST: Freshman year
Warning: Naughty bad 18+ stuff.
Erik stumbled into the equipment room for almost the last final time as he carried both the heavy bag of bats and helmets. "This blows!" It sucked badly enough the he had to carry his own stuff, but the whole teams' was just stupid! What made things worse was Corban had quit the team. Mm, that sexy little skater boi could sport a baseball uniform. Throwing down his hate and wiping over his face, he dried the sweat from his curly black hair and patch goatee. Just the thought of the little punk made Erik's heart pound. Pound so hard, he was starting to fall into his deep erotic breathing...
Moving to the door, Erik poked his head out to see if anyone was nearby before closing it behind him and locking it. Making his way towards the equipment lockers, he squeezed his arm behind it to a hidden shelf. There a plastic bag waited for him, its contents a very dirty looking, jizzy smelling jock strap. What luck he was able to get a hold of Corban's only jock strap. The guy must have never washed it! Yet the only things that seemed to soil it was sweat and pre. Sitting between bags of equipment, the horny pervert forced down his baseball pants past his butt and thighs before struggled to open the bag with anxious hands.
Feeling its grimy texture for a little bit, he then washes his face in the crotch, inhaling the scent of the smegma caked into the material. It was pure bliss as he washed it in his goatee, just so he could enjoy the smell a little bit later. "Oh god! Corban must be one sick hot fucker!" But as he reached for his throbbing dick, Erik felt something overcome him. His toes curled within his white and purple socks, his nails becoming slightly sharp and black, poking a little out of the soft material. He couldn't see the thick pads forming beneath his feet, pushing out against his socks. Inhaling the stink again he moaned out loud, "OH GOD!" Luckily the walls were purely made of concrete, the only unfinished room in the school. Reaching beneath his shirt, Erik tweaked at his right pink nub with his blackening pointer finger and thumb.
With a heavy groan, Erik laid the dirty strap on his face as he directed both his hands between his legs. His left stroking his seven and half inch shaft which was turning red, its head becoming more pointed, his right reaching between his ass cheeks to stick his middle finger up his hole to the knuckle. The smell was becoming more intoxicating as his face extended outwards, carrying the dirty jock strap with it. The dirty perv's sense of smell was heightened and he lapped at the underwear with a thin tongue, also washing it over his black lips and cute fox nose. His finger was quickly getting old, he needed more!
Sliding three more digits in, he sucked through his teeth in pain as the pads forming on his fingertips were a little too much, but his butt hole quickly adjusted. "Oh yeah, do me Corban!" In his head he was imaging the skater boi riding his ass before swapping over to sucking his uncut dick which he had seen in the locker room so many times. Adjusting so it was easier to finger his hole, Erik rolled to all fours, securing the band of the jock strap around his head. Feeling a pressure in his butt, he put it out of his mind, thinking he had something to do with it as a pink nub slowly grew and grew before sprouting red hairs with white tips. The horny pervert still had no clue what was going on as he became a real sly fox.
The need to be fucked grew and he opened his right eye which wasn't covered by the dirty strap. Pulling his fingers out with a loud slurp, Erik reached out with his right paw while still stroking off to the image of Corban in his head, grabbing one of the wooden practice bats. "Gur, no way I'm gonna get that up..." He grew quiet as he grabbed some cleat polishing grease, pouring the whole big container onto the fat end of the bat before sitting up on his knees. Positioning the bat, he abused his hole as he slid it half way into his needy fuck hole. "Ungh, what am I doing?" Using his still covered foot-paws, he skillfully maneuvered the bat in and out of his hole with loud slurping sounds. With heavy moans, he stroked his red canine dick, feeling the pulsing purple and pink veins throbbing as blood pumped hard at work. Erik also rubbed his belly, feeling the creamy fur forming on his underside, all the way up to the bottom half of his muzzle. "Ungh, ungh, ungh!" He grunted each time the fat end of the bath pushed against his prostate, causing his expanding ears to swivel as they turned black and moved to the top of his head. His golden eyes were sealed shut; the only thing remaining of Erik's human features was the black patch of hair on his foxy chin. "Ungh, CORBAN, I'm cumming! GAH!" Giving off a few loud yips, Erik inhaled deep the smell of crotch as he shot his spunk over the baseball equipment. He drove the baseball bat home, pounding his ass hard as his paw lubed up his vulpine shaft with wet sticky cum. "Oh, baby!"
Letting the cum stick to the black fur around his paws, Erik stood up, letting the bat slurp and fall from his ass with a loud clatter to the floor. Laughing with the sensation of a good fisting and jerk, the fox boy suddenly stopped by a worker's mirror. What starred back at him was something that looked half human, half fox, with a dirty jockstrap covering one ear and its left eye. Before he could panic or care, Erik got another slutty sensation, his straining butthole throbbed, and he bent over to pick up the bat. Spreading his legs and moving aside his new tail, the fox boy inserted the bat again and pushed it deep into his begging hole.