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Bottoms Up Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Guderian

The atmosphere of Long Hall was buzzing with loud music, loud voices and lots of movement. The long winter vacation had come to an end and the students had been filtering back in all day. Many had left most of their stuff in their dorm rooms all break and moving in was an easy affair. For others, however, it was a day for the entire moving experience. Some had just changed rooms, but a few were entirely new students to the school. Reece was of the latter variety. The sweet smell of fresh baked sugar cookies drifted through the hallways as the new student moved down the hallways.

Reece was only five foot eight, but he carried himself as if he was over a foot taller. His straight blond hair was dyed bright cherry red on the tips. His ear lobes were covered with ladders of silver rings and his lips were very full and just a bit pinker than the norm, locked in a grin of excitement and anticipation. His arms hugged a large white plastic hamper inside of which his clothes and bedding had been stuffed, his pillows resting on top like marshmallows on a hot chocolate. A huge backpack covered in patches and pins was strapped to his back, holding all of his toiletries, knick knacks, school supplies and everything else he might need.

With so much gear both in front of and behind him, it was hard to get a look at what he was wearing. The sleeves of a tie-dye shirt stuck out of either side, showing every color of the rainbow. Likewise, incredibly long rainbow striped socks dropped out of the legs of his tan cargo shorts, running down to his feet where the socks filled out the inside of sandals. As if the bold colors of his shirt and socks weren't enough, even his fingernails were painted, showing off every color of the rainbow. It was almost as if the very hall itself was growing brighter with color as Reece entered.

More and more students were peeking out of their doors as the rainbow clad teenager passed. They'd never seen anyone like him before and he seemed so excitable, not intimidated in the slightest. As Reece came to a stop outside of 311, some of the other students murmured amongst themselves. They knew the room to be home of the hall's only Junior, Tucker. While Tucker was well known and well liked for being a member of both debate and soccer teams, he hadn't had a roommate in over a year. It had been a fluke, but it made plenty of room for the girls he invited over to watch movies with him.

Reece looked up at the door, seeing that the RA had already put his nametag onto the door, a construction paper sun next to his name, countering the construction paper moon by Tucker's. Reece turned so he could nudge and grip the door knob enough to ease it open without setting his stuff down. The door opened to the right slowly, coming to rest against one of the two closets, revealing the room. It was a little more than fourteen wide and twenty deep. The cinder block walls were painted white and contrasted the dark brown heavy duty carpet. Two twin beds took up the majority of the space on either side of the dorm room. A continuous burgundy red counter top wrapped around the walls, starting just past the beds and running beneath the window across the far end of the room. The countertop covered wooden shelves beneath the window and the two sides next to the beds effectively were desks with drawers and a slot for the chair.

While the nature of the room left no options for moving furniture, there was plenty of space to make an imprint with one's personality with posters on the wall or with the wooden shelves that ringed the room at eight feet or the shelves just above the desk. This much was made apparent by Tucker's side of the room. It looked as if a force field had been set up in the middle of the room, keeping all of his possessions from sliding out into the middle. A stereo system, weights, stacks of magazines and a pile of unwashed laundry peeked out from beneath his raised bed. Soccer balls filled the shelf above his bed and his wall was interspersed with sexy girl calendars and flags from various countries. Tucker turned from where he was sitting at his desk, his eyes going wide as soon as he saw Reece. He had to blink and try again; not registering that anyone could be quite that colorful. Tucker wore a white and red jersey that complimented his cinnamon colored skin and black hair. Reece gave the man a big grin as he set his hamper down before moving over, offering his hand.

"Hey, I'm Reece." Reece introduced.

"Tucker..." Tucker replied, still a bit in shock. He looked down at the hand he was shaking, realizing even the nails were colored. He looked back up again. Reece smiled.

"Do you want some cookies?" Reece offered. Tucker tilted his head before he realized that was what he had been smelling... Sweet, rich vanilla and sugar smells billowing into the air.

"Uh, sure, did your mom make them for you?" Tucker asked, knowing already that Reece was a freshman. Reece chuckled.

"No, I made them myself." Reece said, setting his backpack down. He unzipped it and dipped his hands in, coming out with a Rubbermaid of cookies. He removed the lid and the room was soon engulfed in the sweet smell. Reece turned, presenting the case to Tucker. Tucker reached for one before pausing. Even the sugar cookies were rainbow colored... swirls of food dye and covered in sprinkles. Still, they smelled delicious. Tucker accepted one and brought it to his lips. The cookie came apart with the lightest pressure but without crumbling, practically melting in his mouth. Tucker was overwhelmed by the sweetness for a split second before his body accepted just how sweet things could get. He let out a moan, eating more of the cookie until it was gone, licking the sprinkles from his lip.

"You're a really good cook... and really colorful." Tucker admitted. Again Reece chuckled, nodding.

"Yeah, some people say I've lived my life on one constant sugar rush, but if we weren't meant to embrace colors there wouldn't be so many of them." Reece chuckled. Tucker smirked softly, nodding.

"I guess that is a point." Tucker shrugged. Reece smiled gently.

"I'm sorry if me coming in at the middle of the year is strange for you... This is just where they stuck me." Reece said. Tucker shook his head.

"Oh, don't worry about it. No problems." Tucker said. Reece all but bounced in delight.

"I'm sure we'll get along fine." Reece said, "I'ma go unpack." He said before bounding over to his hamper, withdrawing his sheets and blankets. Tucker watched him as if it was some sort of production or dance, colors twirling and rushing about. It was as if Reece was the energizer bunny with how fast he bounced from one spot to the next, and then inexplicably the blond would freeze in place, his eyes peering around as if his mind had to catch up before he was off again. Tucker knew that his roommate certainly wasn't going to be dull...

****

Tucker moved out of the Student Den, carrying two bottles of Naked Juice he'd bought at the University Convenience Store. For the first time in his life he'd bought a bright neon green shirt. It seemed like the only way to balance out Reece; their room had gotten so bright. To Tucker's surprise, he'd only gotten compliments on his shirt, boosting his confidence. He walked across the circular courtyard before walking up the white cement steps back to ground level. Taking a right, he meandered between the frat buildings, past the theater and foreign language departments before emerging onto the quad. Despite the chilly air, the students couldn't be kept from congregating. The dark green grass was already host to a soccer game, one that Tucker planned to participate in with great gusto. What Tucker hadn't expected was to see Reece standing on the corner of the quad, holding a 'Free Hugs' sign. He also hadn't expected there to be a line...

Tucker advanced, circling around a bit for a better look. He stood on a triangle of grass between intersecting paths heading off in different directions. The line seemed to be made up of boys of every type; soccer players, rugby players, football players... They looked a bit nervous and confused at first as they wandered up, but they seemed to relax as they waited. Tucker held his breath as Conner Adams got to the front of the line. Conner was a large rugby player with black dreads, a thick black beard and a mean attitude. He was known as the 'breaker' by many, as he'd broken bones on his own teammates as well as his enemies. Conner looked at the small waif of the boy before he leaned down and wrapped his muscled, tattooed arms around Reece.

Reece wrapped his arms around Conner, rubbing the man's huge muscled back. Conner inhaled sharply, feeling a rush of emotion. It felt so strange to be vulnerable and open like that, as if his tough exterior had been shattered. While he'd barely made contact at first, soon he was clinging to Reece, squeezing him tight, almost afraid to let go. Reece kept rubbing the behemoth's back, smiling warmly, his cheek resting against the man's chest. Conner started to relax again, his hug growing softer... but while the hug was softer, something was getting harder. Conner murmured softly as blood rushed into his cock, the thick serpent snaking its way through his pants, growing plump and warm... and then he felt that Reece's cock was both sizeable and well matched to his current state. Conner knew there was only one appropriate response to such a discovery.

Tucker's jaw dropped as he realized that the rugby player had started to gyrate against Reece, moving his hips forward and back, actually humping. Reece seemed receptive to the bump and grind, humping back before finally releasing him. Conner stood back upright, a strange smile on his face as he wandered away. Tucker watched, his jaw still hanging open as this happened again and again. One particularly enthusiastic Football player released Reece and went about his way with a wet spot on the crotch of his pants. Before long the line thinned out and Reece lifted his sign once more, 'Free Hugs' decorated in bright colorful letters. Tucker moved over, offering one of his Naked Juices wordlessly.

"Oh, thanks Tucker!" Reece grinned, his smile so bright it practically shone. He twisted the cap and tipped it back, taking a deep glug of the thick juice before sighing happily, "Yum, Passion fruit!" he smiled, "How was your day?"

"Fine... I seemed to be on a roll in rhetoric class, it's like I got more words into my time than ever." Tucker smirked.

"Must have been the cookies, you can get so much more done with sugar." Reece smirked. Tucker looked across the field, realizing that some of the soccer players were looking over their way.

"So... Did you do that sign thing before at your last school?" Tucker asked.

"Oh yeah, people love it." Reece grinned.

"I could tell." Tucker smirked. Reece grinned.

"Oh, you saw that too, huh?" Reece laughed. Tucker rolled his eyes. Reece smiled more, "Well, I have to warm them up before I break out the Free Humps sign."

"You're not serious..." Tucker said.

"Just wait and see." Reece responded.

"I think I need to go play some ball." Tucker smiled, giving Reece a pat on the shoulder before he jogged down to where the soccer players were. Reece tilted his head.

"Balls sound good." He murmured before wandering off with his sign to find new territory.

****

Up and down, in and out, around and around. The university gym was a perpetual motion machine of exertion and energy. Bikes, treadmills, weights. Up and down, day or night. It was a second home to the physically fit, the impenetrable fortress to the nerds, steeped in stigma and sweat... but Reece had never been stopped by social boundaries. He barreled through them. The door to the gym opened and the blond boy moved in, strutting along wearing nothing but a turquoise thong, his thigh high rainbow socks and white sneakers. He moved across the gym, his boyish hips swaying, his thin and lithe torso glistening in the light.

At first the two jocks that had been lifting weights wanted to laugh at the presence of such a boy, but for some reason they couldn't once Reece flashed a smile at them. He just seemed too damn... nice... to make fun of. Reece made his way over to one of the treadmills and got on, setting it up. The screen snapped on, showing a beautiful day in a large park full of chestnut trees. Before long Reece's sneakers came down on the moving treadmill, his body falling into a full and natural stride. The machine sped up more and more, hitting its top speeds. Reece looked like he was wickedly fast, but not like it was any kind of exertion at all.

The jocks watched Reece run, unable to look away. After some time, Reece started to break a sweat but it was as if even that released the smell of vanilla and sugar. The jocks panted softly, watching Reece's ass cheeks quiver, his package bounce, his small chest rise and fall. They had never looked at guys like that before, but as they ogled the rainbow clad boy it was as if their eyes had been opened for the first time, they had discovered something far better than girls... and they wanted him. After several minutes, Reece slowed the treadmill down and eventually stepped off, striding across the gym toward the water fountain. The jocks nearly fell off of their machines to get to him first, shoving each other. Reece looked up as the two approached.

"Oh, hey, that fountain's nasty... Want some of my fitness water?" A football player asked, his brown eyes hopeful.

"He doesn't want fitness water, he needs something better. This stuff has electrolytes." The wrestler replied, his blue eyes intense. Reece chuckled gently.

"Actually, both sound good... and if we share, then I won't use up all of your drinks. We can all be friends." Reece said, reaching up to stroke each of their pectorals. The two seemed to melt as he touched them. A bulge formed in the wrestler's shorts and the football player was soon panting.

"That sounds good... I'm Rand." The football player said after a moment.

"I'm Sam." The wrestler replied.

"Pleased to meet you both, I'm Reece." Reece said, his fingers circling their nipples. Both men grunted and moaned softly. Slowly Reece lowered his hands, cupping their packages, giving them squeezes and rubs, even tugging on the flesh through the fabric. Drool leaked from the corners of their mouths as they were pleasured so. Soon they leaned down to kiss and suck at Reece's neck, nuzzling the flesh. They pushed against his hands, trying to get more stimulation, but the fabric was too thick. Reece seemed to alleviate that by unbuttoning Rand's pants and lowering Sam's. It seemed the wrestler loved the feel of the lycra and hadn't worn anything else. Soon Rand's underwear joined his shorts on the floor, the two naked from the waist down.

Reece wrapped each hand around a cock and started to stroke and thrust around it, pistoning up and down, stimulating every vein and every nerve, feeling the full girth of it all. He accosted their lengths, working them into a frenzy. Sam and Rand grunted with every movement, thrusting their hips, moaning louder and louder. Minutes passed, then more minutes, but they couldn't cum... they couldn't feel the verge of orgasm. Their cocks were quivering, but they didn't feel close. They reached down and started working their own cocks, trying to figure out why the orgasm wasn't coming. They started to think of what made them horny before, but the mental images of girls that had emptied their loads to before only seemed to turn them off and they had to look back at Reece to prevent themselves from losing what buzz they had.

This was all something that Reece had been prepared for. Slowly Reece moved around the two jerking jocks, standing behind them. His hands moved to caress their firm, muscled ass cheeks, following the contours carefully before he began to push his hands between the cheeks. Both boys grunted suddenly as they felt a finger rub their anus. Their cocks jolted as well, feeling for the first time as if they could approach an orgasm. It wasn't their cocks that was the key, it was their assholes... their hungry, vacant assholes. Reece grinned before he pushed a finger into Sam, eliciting a massive groan of delight. Then he mirrored it with a finger into Rand's ass. He began drawing his fingers forward and back, the jocks swaying their hips in time with the motion.

"Doesn't that feel good boys?" Reece asked.

"Fuck yes..." They both grunted.

"I bet you never knew what joys little guys could give you, you never had your asses fucked... But I bet you both know some guy like me that could raid your ass and make you spray your load... and you're not going to be able to until you find them." Reece said, giving their prostates one quick jab. Both men grunted out hard as their cocks started to drool precum, but when the wave of pleasure faded, they realized they weren't being filled anymore. They turned just in time to see Reece taking the steps down to the pool before they glanced at each other. Being so close together, Rand and Sam did the natural thing and kissed, swapping saliva over their lip lock before they gabbed they headed for the door, eager to find someone to fuck them just like Reece had said.

****

Tucker stood in the middle of the adult store, trying to remember why he had even come... He had rationalized it as a trip to get a joke gift for someone, but now he couldn't even remember who the joke gift was supposed to be for and his cart was half full. It seemed like every sale was alluring to him. He had edible underwear, sparkling body paint, musk air fresheners. Some of the other customers scoped him out and Tucker looked right back, licking his lips as his eyes moved over their shoulders and backs to their asses, though for some reason they didn't quite seem right.

Tucker turned the corner with his cart, pushing on until something nagged at his attention out of the corner of his eye. He turned and his jaw dropped open, seeing what had called to him. He had entered the dildo aisle... and they had quite a collection. Big, short, thick, thin, black, peach, neon green, some with bumps, some with ridges, pointed and flared. They had dildos for every size, color and species nature had to offer and even some that had been thought up by the most creative minds of the erotic world.

"Come to daddy..." Tucker murmured, reaching out to grab a pair of dildos, stroking them up and down affectionately as he grew very hard, imagining them stuffed in his ass. With every stroke, the very last vestiges of his heterosexuality oozed away, never to return again.

****

The door leading down into the locker room slammed open as Rand stumbled in, his hand furiously working around his shaft. It was frustrating and exhilarating, knowing that he couldn't get off by masturbating. He needed someone to fill him just like Reece had said, and he knew just the guy... The same guy he had called gay for a year and a half, the same guy he had always accused of watching them in the showers, and he knew right where he would be.

Down the stairs and around the corner was Neil. He was a sophomore and had volunteered to work in the gym when he came to university. It had been a natural progression from water boy and towel boy when his father was a coach at the high school, only he got paid to keep an eye on things and prevent vandalism. He also kept the hand dryers drying and the drains draining. While his work was exemplary, the unusual nature of it all had earned him a bit of a stigma. The other students had accused Neil of doing it because he was gay or because he was weird. Truth be told, they weren't far off base.

As much as Neil liked looking at the boys, though, he also appreciated when the lockers were empty and he could just get his work done. He'd mopped, he'd cleaned and he put the buckets and cleansers away to wait for the next lull. He moved along the rows of sinks, his reflection filling the newly cleaned mirrors. Neil was five foot seven with dishwater blond hair running down to his shoulders. Rectangular black frame glasses rested on his nose and he wore a simple gray athletic department t-shirt and khaki pants. A silver necklace hung around his neck, holding a metal pendant of a feline paw pad with claws. It was a bit of nerd culture he had bout, the symbol of his clan in his favorite video game.

Neil came around the corner, freezing when he saw Rand stumble in clutching his cock, not bothering to wear any pants. Neil quickly averted his eyes, lest he be accused of being gay again. Rand chuckled, seeing the man he had been looking for. Rand moved over, his large shoulders swelling with every step. If anything, encountering Reece had triggered quite a few changes. His muscles had continued to grow and bulge, more hair was spreading across his arms, his balls were swelling. He was insatiable.

"Neil, just the guy I wanted to see... There's so much I want to tell you, so much I need you to hear... There's something I've been needing to tell you for ages." Rand murmured.

"If it's an apology, I-" Neil was interrupted by a booming laugh.

"It isn't an apology; I know you're gay..." Rand murmured, leaning to rest his hand on Neil's shoulder, "I need you to fuck me with that big, gay cock of yours. I need you to fill my slutty hole until I'm crying out your name..." Rand moaned. Neil was frozen in shock and surprise. This couldn't be happening, it couldn't be real... But he had cut himself at work, felt the pain. He wasn't dreaming, he wasn't dead, the cleansers hadn't been that strong, he wasn't high. Was it a trap? Was it some way for Rand to try and trick him? Record him saying something? But Rand was naked, there was no where to hide a recording device.

"Are you sure?" Neil asked, rather than the witty comeback he had expected. Rand moved around in front of Neil and backed up, his strong muscles ass pressing into Neil's groin. Soon Rand was grinding his cheeks against Neil.

"I'm very sure; I need you so bad... I've been a naughty boy." Rand murmured. Neil's cheeks were red, his chest was rising and falling actively. He glanced over his shoulder one way and then the other, making sure no one was watching before he reached down, his hand grabbing one of the muscled globes, giving it a firm squeeze. It was like squeezing a wrestling mat, so firm and hard. Rand shuddered at the squeeze.

"Oh god yes, fill me with your fuck rod stud..." Rand moaned out, his cock quivering. Neil knew he should be shocked, amazed, doubtful, but something about being called stud, Rand begging like that... It was getting to Neil. Neil reached down and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He lowered his underwear next, his cock already hardening quickly, throbbing in time with his heart.

"Here?" Neil asked, the last mercy he'd offer Rand.

"Right here, please, I need you in me..." Rand begged. Neil wasn't going to let him down any longer. Rand shivered in delight as he felt the round mushroom shaped head of the nerd pres against his ass. Neil's heart nearly exploded. He'd masturbated so many times, had so many fantasies but something wilder than his wildest dreams was happening. No matter what happened to his life after this, he wasn't going to regret it. Neil suddenly thrust forward, gasping as his cock impaled the larger man's ass. Rand called out, grabbing onto the locker in front of him with one hand, the other bracing against the bench.

Neil's body tingled with power and excitement. He was fucking a guy that was practically a foot taller than him. He was fucking a guy that outweighed him by almost double... He was the big man and the footballs star was the bitch, his bitch. Neil bit his lip before he grabbed onto Rand's hips and started thrusting back and forth. His clumsiness drained away, replaced by confidence. Soon Neil was thrusting wild and hard, his eyes shut as he bore his teeth and fucked Rand deep. Soon Neil's cock was striking his prostate, filling the football star's body with immense pleasure... and that was when Reece's magic began taking root.

Each thrust of Neil's cock seemed to pump more manliness into Rand. His shoulders bulged out, both forward and back as a vest of muscle started forming over him. His abs enlarged, his pecs swelled, his back rippled. His biceps and triceps engorged, and every time they did it corresponded to Neil's thrusting... but more than that was happening, more than just muscle. Rand snarled in pleasure as his lips grew tough and leathery, darkening until they were black... and then his upper lip split right in the middle, the two sides rounding off. Rand's nose upturned a bit, the tip flattening. Long whiskers began pushing out of his cheeks, growing out straight and wide. It was becoming clear that he was taking on a rather feline like appearance.

High pitch pops sounded as metal started to contort. Rand's hands gripping the locker were so tight that the metal was bending, but more than that his fingernails were pushing out and growing into points, points sharp enough to puncture the sheet metal. On his other hand, the claws dug into the wooden bench, leaving deep gouges and a pile of wood dust below. Rand grunted hard as his ears grew rounder and hair began spreading out across his body quickly. Unlike the hair on his head, though, it was a light dusty blond color.... A color that was spreading.

It grew thicker and thicker on his arms, making him look like a two tone lumberjack before the skin disappeared entirely. The hair advanced up his arms and around his thick shoulders before sliding across his chest, connecting with what was already there. Rand's thick bush grew thicker than ever, radiating outward like sunlight as it turned from brown to blonde. His leg hair grew thicker and new hair began pushing out across his back, snaking down his spine and fanning out over his shoulders, ribs and then hips. Soon Neil's hands were clutching a furry ass, but it wasn't enough to distract him. Neil was going to town... and he was changing as well.

Neil snarled and growled in pleasure, his fingertips turning from white to dark brown, growing longer and curving, sinking into his fingers. Parts of his fingertips and palms had swollen into pillowy pads and Neil's body had even grown some as well. His gray shirt was strained tight against his muscled chest and abs, the sleeves barely able to contain his biceps. His shirt had ridden up to reveal a thick bush and a longer torso. Neil had to be at least five foot eleven, but he was still small compared to Rand, but that wasn't keeping him from seeming more like a beast by the second.

Stubble had started to blossom across his cheeks. Thick, bushy, curly, manly stubble... but it wasn't his hair color, it was a bright reddish orange. The color spread up his sideburns and began moving into his hair. The long strands shifted, turning from the color of wheat to the color of fire. His long wavy hair transformed in seconds, leaving none of the former color. Even his arm hair was red, then his leg hair. His bush changed, every bit changed and the hair was getting thicker. It spread across his face, growing longest form the tip of his chin. Hair even pushed out across the back of his hands, his arms getting quite thick. It was as if Neil had gone through a second phase of puberty.

Rand was experiencing much the same thing, though the beast he was exhibiting was far more animal. His ears had grown round and fuzzy, his eyes were a strange vivid blue, his face was fuzzy with sand colored hairs and his brown hair had grown wavy and thick. The same brown hair began spilling out of his cheeks and his chin, spreading out inches in seconds as he grew a wild mane. His nose popped and shifted before his mouth pushed forward, filling with sharp fangs as it formed a muzzle. Rand's hands resembled the paws of lions despite the opposable thumb and his feet were just as animal. The change seemed to accelerate as his ass cheeks spread around Neil's now massive cock, making room for a tail to start growing.

Neil's face began to contort. Bones popped and pain blossomed through his face, but he was so horny that he didn't pay any attention. His glasses were pulled away from his ears as his upper lip pushed forward, his nose stretching out, moving to a more drastic angle. Neil snarled again in lust as his teeth grew sharper and sharper, but in the midst of it all, none of his fangs seemed more dangerous than the two dropping down from his upper lip. They descended in front of his mouth and chin like tusks, guarding his face before they curved back beneath his chin on either side of his goatee.

Rand's lion tail whipped around as Neil fucked him hard. The movements proved to be too much for Neil's clothes and the gray shirt tore at the shoulders, exposing furry and muscled flesh. Neil's claws dug into Rand's furry ass and the lion lifted his head and let out a roar that echoed through the whole gym. The smaller saber toothed tiger, thrust his cock all the way in to the hilt before he let out a prehistoric roar, unleashing load after load of feline sperm into his partner. It seemed completely topsy turvy that such a small guy would top such a big guy, but neither of them would have preferred it any other way... and with the feeling of cock and cum in his ass, Rand was finally able to orgasm. A thick jet of lion cum sprayed out, dousing the locker before him, leaking through the air holes and the vents to coat the interior contents... but it would only be the first load to do so.

****

Sam stumbled down the hallway of the university apartments toward his room, his hand trailing along the wall for support. He still couldn't get over what he had tried to do... He'd been searching for a guy to fuck him, a GUY... He'd nearly succeeded as well before he came to his senses and went back to the weight room for his pants. Sam still wasn't sure what had happened, maybe the coach had slipped him something and it was too strong, gave him fevered hallucinations. Once his head had cleared a bit he had focused his mind on girls. It still had the opposite effect as usual and kept him from being horny, but that was what he needed. He needed to wait out whatever had gotten him.

The door to the apartment opened and Sam wobbled in, trying to make his way to the bedroom on the far side of the apartment. Oblivious to his arrival was his roommate Brent, but then again Brent was usually oblivious. Since coming to college, Brent had devolved into the prototypical gamer. His black hair was greasy and riled up into a nasty case of bed head, so much so that it almost seemed like a style choice. His cheeks betrayed two weeks of stubble growth, the stubble so thick it was verging on being a beard in its own right. He had one earring in his left ear to show that he wasn't gay and a tongue stud to fuck with his parents. Both were steel, the same silver color that belonged to the pile of jolt cola lying around the gamer.

Sam made his way past Brent wordlessly, making it into the bedroom. He barely got his shoes off before collapsing on his bed. He pulled his blankets over his body and then his head, hoping that if he had a fever it would cook out whatever infected him. He passed out into a mild sleep, visions filling his head of pride parades, of beautiful rainbows across fields of flowers, of the wrestling team and all the sexy positions one could get trapped in... Men grinding chests and groins, arms bulging, tight singlets. Sam grunted in his sleep, his cock hardening and stretching out in his pants, reaching eight inches, then ten, then eleven. His biceps and triceps bloated outwards as well.

Minutes passed, then hours. Sam tossed and turned as his feet slipped out past the end of the bed, the socks stretching around his feet as they grew. Sam's cheeks grew soft with curls of facial hair rivaling Brent, though they had grown out in mere minutes. Sam's mouth opened and closed as he dreamed of nuzzling groins, but even in his sleep he fought it, trying to direct his dreams to anything else. His fingers bunched up in the sheets, every fiber of his being resisting. Somewhere in the back of his fever addled mind, Sam knew that if he could beat whatever was affecting him in his sleep, he might break it completely.

"Ding, that's how you do it motherfucker! Whose your daddy bitch?" Brent exclaimed out in the living room right on the other side of the wall from Sam. Sam's eyes snapped open as he was rudely awoken... and his fight was over. Sam moaned softly as his heterosexuality was banished forever. His eyes glimmered as they turned bright blue with flecks of gold. He licked his lips, thinking of Brent and just how manly he was. Sam slipped out of bed and moved over to his closet. He stripped out of what he was wearing and put on one of his burgundy uniforms, letting it hug his muscles, his big muscles. His chest was covered with hair like never before and his groin was stretched lewdly into a lycra covered tent.

The door to the bedroom opened as Sam moved out, strutting across the apartment room floor, approaching Brent from behind. Sam had a sway to his hips, a pride in his walk... and a purpose in mind. When Sam reached Brent, he reached out to pull the headset off and toss it to the side. Brent blushed, looking at the clock. It was already 11pm, he'd been gaming for twelve hours and he'd missed all of his classes again. No wonder Sam was pissed off with him. Brent took a breath and turned to face the wrath of his roommate.

"Dude, I'm totally sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, I know you have an early class..." Brent apologized. Sam chuckled, walking around to stand in front of Brent.

"Actually, I'm glad you woke me when you did... It was just in the nick of time, plus it gives us some time to spend together." Sam said.

"Together?" Brent asked in confusion. In all the time of them living together, they'd never spent time together. Sam moved one way and then the other, crouching and extending, gyrating. At first Brent was completely at a loss at what was going on before a horrific realization dawned on him. Brent's jaw dropped, "Dude, are you giving me a fucking lap dance?" he asked.

"Fucking lap dance, huh?" Sam considered before he grabbed Brent's head, his fingers tangling in the gamer's bed head before pulling him into his groin. Brent struggled and resisted, but his roommate was incredibly strong. His lips were pushed apart by the lycra covered cock, the tent forcing into his mouth. Brent's saliva soaked the uniform material and released a strong spicy musk that saturated his mouth. Brent gagged a bit, the saliva building up until he had no choice to swallow. As his musk soaked spit slid down his throat, he shivered a bit before his tongue hesitantly ran across the length of Sam's cock.

Sam grinned, starting to stroke Brent's greasy hair, sliding his cock back and forth a bit, but that wasn't his true purpose. Sam knew he couldn't get off from his cock... For that he needed some more direct stimulation. Sam lowered down, straddling Brent's lap. He started to rub his ass against the gamer's groin, clenching and unclenching his cheeks. Brent gasped in surprise, realizing that even the wrestler's cheeks were more muscled than him. Brent looked to Sam in shock.

"Dude, I never knew you were gay..." Brent whispered.

"Neither did I." Sam chuckled. Brent looked confused.

"You mean it just happened?" he asked.

"Yeah, and it was great..." Sam said, reaching to caress Brent's fuzzy cheek before leaning in for a kiss. Brent moaned in surprise as the lips worked his. His eyes fluttered shut and he gave into the kiss. He'd always thought of himself as straight, but he'd never gotten anywhere close with girls. Before he thought it was because he was a loser or never got out, but now he realized that maybe he was gay... If he wasn't, he should have been because getting it on was a lot better than being an eternal virgin. Brent reached out blindly during the kiss to turn his X-box off before he grabbed Sam's head, holding him in the kiss. Sam ground harder, bouncing his ass until he could feel Brent as hard as a stone... but that wasn't the only change happening.

Reece's magic had started to spread through the two, affecting Brent at an astonishing rate. As a virgin, the power was sinking in rapidly. Brent's lips and the tip of his nose turned as black as his hair. In the kiss, Brent's tongue started to grow rough like sandpaper, rubbing and grazing Sam's, turning them both on even more. While Brent's beard and hair remained thick, new fluff was starting to grow out everywhere that wasn't already covered. Short hairs as soft and as white as a freshly fallen snow grew out across his neck and above his cheeks, surrounding his eyes and crossing his nose. The hair pushed down his neck and spilled across his back and chest, his arm hair and leg hair turning into the same soft fur... but it wasn't remaining plain, it wasn't solid white anymore. Small black circles were appearing in the fur, dotting it all over. The only monochrome hair he had was his head hair and his beard hair.

Sam murmured, reaching down to tug Brent's shorts down and then his boxers, getting that cock out. Even underneath him he managed to give it several good strokes. Brent growled in pleasure, knowing what he wanted more than anything... his roommate's ass. He thrust for his prize, his cock striking the lycra, unable to enter... but as Brent thrust and ground against the material, his achingly hard cock throbbed, the tip stretching into a bit more of a cock before barbs pushed out of it. The tiny fleshy hooks grabbed onto the uniform and tugged it until it tore, revealing a hole to Sam's ass. Brent grabbed the torn material and threw it off before he thrust once more.

The wrestler's back arched and he broke the kiss to let out a deep moan as he was filled. He shuddered in delight as Brent slid deep. Brent grabbed onto Sam's hips and pulled him down tight, grinding against him in eager desperation. Brent's ears stretched into points, black fur covering the sides as white fur filled in the front and back. Claws extended from his fingers before fur covered his hands and his feet swelled up into foot paws tipped with claws. The last thing missing filled in as a long, fluffy white snow leopard tail began stretching out across the carpet, twitching and thwacking around as Brent fucked Sam.

Sam moaned and groaned, shuddering. The power had been delayed in affecting him because of his past sexual encounters, but it was picking up the pace with every thrust of cock into his sensitive ass. Sam leaned back into Brent and kissed him, feeling Brent's face reshape and push out into a short muzzle. His nose turned feline, his lips changed, whiskers grew out. Soon Brent was done changing, having become a very gay snow leopard... but Sam's fun was just beginning.

Each thrust of Brent's cock seemed to pump more color into Sam's hair until it was blazing red. His arm hair, however, had drained of all color, leaving it white. His chest hair proved to be white as well. All across Sam his hair grew out at once, turning into fur. His neck and chest was white, his arms and legs were white below the joints, and everything else was a bright red. The back of his wrestling uniform bulged and shifted as a tail grew in, but until the hole around his ass split up wider across his uniform, it had nowhere to go.

A thick fluffy red and white fox tail emerged from his uniform, swaying around behind him as the gamer leopard fucked him hard. Sam's tail grew longer and fluffier as his ears stretched into points and migrated up his head, emerging from his hair at the top. Sam's face pushed out into a narrow canine muzzle filled with sharp teeth and he lifted his head and howled as Brent slammed into his prostate over and over again. The howl was enough to send Brent over the edge and his feline cock sprayed thick cum into Sam.

The two lingered for several moments, Sam enjoying the cum in his body, Brent enjoying the after glow of his orgasm, but it didn't take him long to realize that Sam hadn't yet cum... Brent's heart fell, he knew he had to make his first sex act a good one and there was another way to make his foxy roommate cum harder than he ever had. Brent suddenly shoved Sam off. Sam landed on all fours in surprise. Brent whipped around, bringing his muzzle to Sam's ass... and then he plunged his rough feline tongue in.

Sam's eyes rolled into the back of his head in bliss, his claws digging into the carpet as Brent tongue fucked his ass. The sandpapery tongue whipped in and out, slurping and rolling around. Sam panted hard, his fox phallus quivering in his uniform before he careened over the edge and came hard, his cock gushing forth cum. It spread down his uniform, soaking the entire front before it started dripping through. Brent licked his lips before he crawled under the fox to lick the uniform clean. It was going to be a very fun night indeed.

****

Reece strutted down the hallway of long hall, feeling quite pleased with himself. He'd helped many different men find their wild sides, liberating them from the age old tradition of heterosexuality. Now they were free to find pleasure for the sake of pleasure. Surely it was a better existence. Reece reached his dorm room and turned the knob, moving in. The sight he found was not one that he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't a bad view either. Tucker lay on the middle of the floor, covered in cum and drool and sweat... One thick neon teal dildo was sticking out of his ass, a fluorescent pink one held to his mouth like a popsicle.

Tucker had dug through Reece's things as well, putting on a pair of his rainbow socks, one of his pairs of underwear hung around Tucker's neck like some sort of scarf. Tucker's side of the room had changed as well. The shelves were covered with dildos, the counters were covered with sex gels and creams and beauty products. Even Tuckers blanket was now neon green, just like his favorite shirt. Reece eased the door shut behind him, grinning.

"Hey Tuck, need a helping hand... or a cock?" Reece asked.

"Oh please, fuck me hard... I need you in me." Tucker moaned, pulling out the dildo in his ass with a plop.

"It'll change your life forever Tuck..." Reece warned as he removed his shirt and dropped his shorts, stepping out of them and kicking off his sandals.

"Change it, change me, I never want to go back to the way I was." Tucker begged. Reece licked his lips.

"Bottoms up then." He instructed. Tucker lifted his ass, grabbing it and pulling his ass cheeks wide with rainbow painted nails. Reece grinned, reaching down to slice through his underwear with his nails as they grew into claws. The underwear fell away, revealing his thick cock. Reece suddenly dropped onto all fours and bounded forward, his blond hair swaying as he moved. His cock wobbled in front of him before he brought it to Tucker's hole and suddenly thrust in. Tucker moaned his back arching. Reece gave a good, strong thrust and slid in deep before he pulled back and tried again with even more success.

Tucker's body lurched with every thrust, every grunt and soon he pushed back as Reece pushed forward. The two built up speed and power, but something else was happening. Reece felt softer to Tuck. He opened his eyes and looked at his roommate. Reece's arm hair had never been that visible, the blonde hair practically non present... but the way the light was catching it, it almost seemed white. Then Tucker realized it was. Not only was the hair white, but it was thicker. He looked up at Reece in surprise, his eyes widening as a massive six foot long cloud of white fluffy lifted behind Reece's back, curving at the tip to hang down limp. Reece gave Tucker a smile, betraying buck front teeth. The tail wasn't like a skunk tail but it was so big, then the shape struck him... It was a squirrel's tail, but devoid of any color.

Reece leaned down and gave Tucker's neck nipples with his buck teeth, fucking even harder. The blonde's body hair had blanched completely white and grew out thicker, obscuring his flesh. Thick puffs of white grew out across his chest and beneath his arms, spreading out to cover everything. Soon his stomach was white, his ass cheeks were fuzzy, even his legs. The fur even covered his hands, though not nearly as thick as on his back. His colorful nails shone out brilliantly against the albino fur... as did his pink cock.

Tucker moaned, bucking against the cock, drooling in lust. He didn't blink as he watched Reece's nose become round and button like, or that Reece's fuzzy face pushed out into a short muzzle. The eyes were just as they always had been; energetic and kind. It all made sense, the zoning out and the random energy, it all fit. Reece was an albino squirrel, and a fantastic fucker. Tucker couldn't even remember that before that day he had never had anything foreign in his ass, but now he never wanted anything but Reece there... or a very carefully crafted dildo.

Reece continued to nibble and suck on Tucker's neck before he felt softness blossoming from the flesh. From Tucker's hicky, a patch of rusty brown fur was spreading outwards. It drained of color as it spread across his throat, becoming a light cream color, but the rusty tan fur spread around the back of his neck and down his shoulders. Tucker's cock began sliding up his abdomen, stretching longer without even being touched. The mushroom shaped head stretched longer and longer, narrowing to a point until the entire cock was one long big spike of pulsating pink flesh. There was no seam between head and shaft; it was simply a complete sexual tool emerging from a bundle of flesh that seemed to be building up at the base, forming a sheath.

Tucker's nose flared out, the flesh growing more rubbery and leathery as it darkened from cinnamon brown to black. The nostrils grew larger, the nose flared a bit and soon it seemed very animal. The cream colored fur from his neck spread up over his chin and over his cheeks, rising up all the way to the bridge of his nose. The rusty tan filled out across the back of his cheeks, surrounding his eyes and covering the tip of his nose. It even emerged on the other side of the hairline to coat his ears as they stretched out, elongating into ovals that folded over themselves. The inside of the ears filled with white fur, the backs with the rusty brown and the edges were nearly black.

The changing junior's ass quivered around Reece's cock, and still the fur spread. Tucker's back grew furry, his arms grew thick with it. His fur on Tucker's now-muscled shoulders was softer than Reece's fluffiest blanket. The fur darkened as it passed Tucker's elbows, becoming an earthy brown tone. As the fur reached his finger tips, Tucker's nails turned from white to black, growing harder and thicker before the keratin spread out over his finger tips, coating them in hoof like tips.

Tucker reached one changed hand up to grab Reece's head and pull him in for a kiss. Reece's head tilted enough so his muzzle could open and their lips could press, but as they did so, Tucker's face popped and shifted. His mouth extended as it played with Reece's, his nose stretching, his jaw extending. His teeth grew flat in his mouth, swelling larger as his face pushed into a muzzle. The fur had continued covering his body, sloping over his shapely ass cheeks and spiraling down his legs.... But something interesting had happened when the fur reached Tucker's ass. His cheeks had pushed apart, making room for his tailbone to push away form his body, spreading into a flag of a tail. It was creamy on the bottom and tan on the back, much like the rest of his body.

Reece ran one paw down Tucker's creamy white chest and stomach, giving his cock a firm squeeze and a stroke before playing with his fuzzy balls. Tucker's testicles swelled in Reece's hands, the furry sack soon holding two orange sized centers of pleasure. Tucker's toes twitched and curled in pleasure before they went stiff and grew together. The nails spread out wildly across his feet, pulling the toes to either side before firming into cloven hooves. His ankles and calves popped and shifted as his legs adjusted.

"This is ssso fantastic!" Tucker moaned, his voice a bit higher pitched than before and with a bit more of a flair. He sounded positively gay... and that turned him on even more. Reece just chuckled, grinding his cock into Tucker. Tucker tipped his head back more and moaned, drool leaking from his muzzle even as two bulged formed on his head. The bulges swelled larger and larger before they suddenly burst. Velvety antlers began emerging, pushing out from his skull quickly. They swept backwards mostly, but the nubs oozed forward as well until it was like Tucker had two U shaped ski racks on his head. The horns split in the back, spreading into two points on the top.

With his changes complete, Reece released his restraint. He thrust as deep into Tucker's ass as he could go, lifting his head and tail tight. He gasped as he came; sending a flood deep into Tucker/ Tucker felt the hot rush, the quivering cock, the presence against his prostate. It was all too much for him before he felt the rush of cum moving through his reindeer cock. If he had been his original length it would have come right out, but with his new size came more time to think. Tucker suddenly opened his mouth just in time to catch most of the cum, though his chin and neck got thoroughly drenched as well. He gulped and swallowed his salty seed before he leaned forward, pressing his lips to Reece.

Reece opened his lips, accepting the kiss, giggling a bit as he tasted his reindeer mate. They lip locked for a long moment before Tucker went limp on the cum soaked carpet. Reece cuddled up on top of him, bringing his furry white tail over them like a blanket, folding it over both their bodies. Tucker leaned into the white fluff and took a deep whiff before he sighed happily. Reece gave Tucker's ass one last churn with his cock before they cuddled up and embraced their after glow. Tucker had never been a man of absolute certainty, but he knew now that he was certain he always wanted to be Reece's bottom.