H.S.T Sophomore Year Ch 9
#9 of HST Sophomore Year
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
The water streaked past Damien's body as he cuffed his hands into the water and kicked his way forward. He was suppose to be trying his hardest to beat his time in the swim meet, but he was having trouble concentrating because his nipples were throbbing hard from the cold water. It was just the start of bad things. As he turned his head a little too far, the rush of water that went into his cap knocked it off, letting his black hair drag him back. The irritation built behind his hazel eyes under his blue tinted goggles. A certain blonde, white skinned figure wearing a green cap could see everything going on under the chlorinated water. With a devilish grin on his face, he tossed a crescent shaped shell into the pool, its surface coated in fine silver.
Even though he was on the swim team, Damien was only a novice swimmer with an average build. But as soon as that shell hit the floor of the pool, the water felt natural to Damien as he glided through it. Reaching the end of the pool, it was like everyone else around him just stopped. There was one last lap to go and he pushed himself off the wall. He didn't understand how he was doing but it seemed like every stroke pulled him about a quarter length of the pull rather than a few inches. When he reached the end, he was exhausted, but the crowd cheered for him. He smiled, leaning his head against the back of his hands. But that was when he realized it. Feeling something rough on his skin, his eyes shot open as he looked at them. He opened and clenched his fingertips, his whole body shaking in the water as he noticed some goop dripping from between his fingertips. As it slowly started to thicken and settle into place, he panicked and leapt out of the water, running into the pool's locker rooms.
Having trouble running, Damien looked down while holding his hands together, only making it worse as he looked at his toes. The same goopy film was forming on his feet, and when he tried spreading his toes, he freaked when he realized there was some kind of webbing stringing them together. Getting to the center area of the locker room, he was in too much of a hurry and slipped on the tile floor, his feet shooting out from under him and he ended up sliding on his side. When he came to a stop in the middle of all the lockers, he growled and groaned, rolling about until he was kneeling on all fours and holding his side. Panting with shortened breath, he looked at his spare hand and gave a whimper of fear. Not only were his fingers webbed, his nails were turning a dark color and little fibers of auburn and brown hair were starting to pop up at an impossible rate. Almost begging for an answer he cried, "What's happening to me!"
All of a sudden there was a sharp pain in Damien's ass and the front of his body collapsed on the white tiled floor. In a desire to ease the pain, he reached back, grabbing on to his ass as his tail bone started to push against his blue and white Speedo. Without warning, his backside was thrown left and right and he had no control over his body. In utter pain he cried out, his jaw opened wide and then there was a quick pop, followed by a number of cracking sounds that were his teeth, cracking and retaking form into sharp little daggers in the front. Giving a pained grunt, Damien looked back with tear filled eyes to see his ass shaking uncontrollably as a large nub continued to press against the skin tight material. And then, with a loud rip, a thick, fleshy nub forced its way out into the open.
Damien started to hyperventilate at the sight of the stub coming out of his backside. Although when it started to grow, the pain went away and Damien had another weird sensation, this one actually more exciting. From the base of the nub more auburn and brown hairs started sprouting until it met at the very tip of the huge limb now freely waving about behind him. Lost in a mysterious haze in his mind, the changing swimmer let out a heavy moan as he balanced himself on his knees, stroking his dark claws and fur covered hands along his chest. Licking his lips, they started to fade into a dark brownish color as he looked over his shoulder at the fur covered appendage. Becoming excessively excited, he pushed down his Speedo to grab hold of his throbbing meat, but he was surprised to see something new. Instead of a mushroom head on top of a long, firm shaft, Damien was now holding a sleek, slimy length that curved to his every desire.
As he fondled and stroked himself, he let out a moan as he felt an aching in his hole he had never felt before. And just as he was about to move his fingers back to do something about it, something long and thick made its way into his pulsing, tanning pucker. An erotic gasp was forced out of him as his new tail turned on him, the tip smoothly slipping into him with a slight aching pain. Damien reached up to stroke over his chest as the tingling of fur appeared there too, the feeling of his own tail sliding in and out of his hole, deep and deeper each time, completely overwhelming him. For a moment it was cut short because he heard the sounds of wet footsteps approaching and what was left of reason in his head told him to move.
Making his way to the back hallway that lead to more lockers, Damien stumbled again, falling to his knees. He bit his lip as his tail sank deep into his hole, forcing him to suppress a heavy moan or risk being caught. Damien could feel more fur sprouting up all over his body but his mind was focused on his tail smashing into the depths of his bowels. He didn't even notice the cracking in his jaw as it slowly pulled away from his face, his nose shrinking into a little dark pad on his face, slim white whiskers sprouting around his new muzzle. Huffing as his tail plowed into him like a good fuck, he only got a quick glance into a nearby mirror on the wall. Little of Damien was recognizable except for the black hair on his head.
Again and again Damien rammed his tail into his wanting hole, huffing out a small bit of air which wanted to desperately be a passionate cry for more. His ass raged as his butt was pushed open more and more. The need to cum was overbearing as he clenched his eyes and shouted, "FUCK IT! I'M GONNA CUM!" Arching his back so that his tail would slam into him one last time, Damien cried out with a passion as his cock constantly jumped, shooting warm hot otter jizz all over the cold tile floor, whimpering a moan as his tail twisted in his hole. Tired from the transformation and the wonderful fucking he had just gave himself, he collapsed onto the floor, his jizz pooling around his fur covered belly.
Epilogue...
It was about a half-hour when Damien finally opened his eyes, his thick tail sliding from his hole, a loud moan emitting from his throat. Barely able to stand or walk right, he stumbled to the nearby corner and peaked around to see if anyone there. What he saw made his dick jump. All around the locker room were a number of furry otter boys, wearing different colored Speedos, engaged in a massive orgy, some still growing tails or sprouting fur. There were otters of different types, some bigger and taller than others. But most of all, the sight of seeing Giant otters violently taking the smaller ones, made Damien's tail-hole twitch with need...