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What You Make Yourself Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by JWB

The heavy glass and steel door leading to the dormitory had clicked a thousand times in a single day as the students came and went with all of the possessions they would need for the year. Few buildings were more active than the Williams building. Most freshmen were funneled into the dorm, choosing to move to other buildings as they became sophomores. It wasn't because the building was bad, in many ways it was one of the best dorm buildings. Williams sat in between the parking lot and the campus convenience store, bordered on both sides by fraternities. The third floor had an excellent view of campus and the skyline and was rather majestic. Thankfully it was the third floor that Brian Vahn had been assigned.

The eighteen year old trotted back up the stairs with the last load of supplies, a laundry basket holding the detergent and fabric softner his parents had bought him. He held the basket to his hip with one arm, sliding his card through the card reader by the door. The door clicked and unlocked just long enough for Brian to grab it and swing it open. He moved into the lobby of the dorm, deserted as most students were setting up their rooms or exploring campus. There was no elevator so he'd had to make six trips up three flights of stairs. He'd sweat a fair bit, the sides of his shirt moist. Brian decided that he had earned a break before his seventh trip up.

He moved over and flopped down on one of the four turquoise couches nestled around a television hooked up to cable. For a moment Brian only looked at his reflection on the glass of the television. He was fairly average for his age; lucky enough to be eight feet tall, around a hundred and fifty pounds. His parents had ensured that his dishwater blond hair was neatly cut for school but he tended to prefer it a little shaggier. He wore a plain gray t-shirt emblazoned with the word 'college' and nothing else. It had been on sale, but Brian liked it because it was comfortable. What was most unusual about Brian, though, had to be that his eyes were brown despite his hair being blond... but so much was life.

He fished around the cushions, learning they were chained to the couches before he found the remote. He pulled it out and turned the old CRT screen on. It warmed up after a moment, the images still crisp and clear despite its age. He flipped through a few screens before he paused, seeing video of a very grungy looking bedroom. There were video game posters on the wall, the floor was covered with clothes and the dresser was piled high with pizza boxes and stacks of dirty dishes. It seemed that everything in the room had a layer of bio film, whether it be from the occupant or the food. It certainly wasn't a very clean place to be.

"Little Jimmy used to be such a sweet boy, the kind of boy any mother would love... but when he stopped cleaning his room and let it become a pig sty, he was forced to pay the consequences..." The narrator said, the camera coming around the corner. As any viewer would have expected, the occupant of the room was sitting in the piles of clothes with his hands clutching a video game controller... But it was no young man, it was a young pig. Brian guessed him to be fifteen years old. His nose was upturned into a snout, his ears were long and rubbery, sticking out behind thick wiry sideburns, his brown hair was more of a Mohawk or a mane and was uite greasy and his t-shirt didn't fit right, riding up over a huge belly sticking out before him. His fingernails were hard and brown, as if they had tried to become hooves. The camera panned to show his feet had changed into hooves. What soon drew Brian's attention was not the boy but the game, Rotten Landing two.

"Sweet!" Brian chuckled.

"Remember, you are what you make yourself. Representative Transformation can't happen to everyone, but it could happen to anyone. This message brought to you by the Keep Americans Pure council." The narrator stated before the screen went dark, returning to regular programming a moment later. Brian smirked to himself. RT only affected two to three percent of the population. It really was a farce, people had been transforming for centuries. The royal family had been outed as werewolves the year Brian had been born, much to the chagrin of the werewolf clans around the world. They liked to promote themselves as strong and healthy rather than aristocrats. Still, Brian paid it little mind. He shot his laundry basket a dismissive look before he decided he should get it all the way up the stairs.

The freshman grabbed the basket and moved up to his feet, moving off out of the lobby and towards the stairs, forgetting to turn the tv off behind him. He left the natural sunlight and entered the stairwell, bathing in yellow light as he moved up dark brown stairs. He moved up past the first floor, thinking to himself how weird it looked. Then he passed the second floor, an all girls floor. By the time he approached the third floor, he was starting to sweat again. Salty beads of moisture ran down his forehead and soaked through his chest a bit. Brian had been a member of the track team in high school but all activities on the team had been suspended when two of the runners had transformed into cheetah men. Brian had been impressed, but the school didn't want to take any more chances at being sued. All sports had shut down and Brian had started living a more subdued life. Honestly, he was a little out of shape.

Finally reaching the third floor, Brian moved out and headed down the long hallway. The walls were thick cinderblock bricks painted with many layers of white paint. The carpet was a dull ruddy blue color, contrasting with the sort of teal color the door frames were covered with. The doors themselves were plain wood, varnished but no less composite than they were before. Brian moved down the hallway to his room and eased the door open. He hadn't bothered to lock it since he was moving up and down so often. The door was heavy but so well oiled that it swung with ease... It opened up to reveal the rather narrow room. It was only twenty feet wide or so, most of which was dominated by the two beds on either side. The walls around the beds were covered with wrap around burgundy counters that were desk, shelf and drawers all in one immoveable piece. It was pretty standard fare for dorm rooms across the nation, and the sole reason people liked to leave the building and move into other dorms when they had a chance; the other dorms had modular, moveable furniture. Brian kicked the door shut behind him, set the laundry basket down on the floor and shoved it under his bed, hidden behind his blankets and the shadow of the bed frame.

The room wasn't exactly orderly yet. His hamper sat in his closet, full of all his clothes and hangers, stuffed into the massive bin. His school supplies were sitting in his backpack on the counter in front of the mirror and his hygienic supplies were still stuffed into the kit back, tossed on a random shelf. The two things Brian had taken the time to set up already were his computer and the mini-fridge now stocked with five kinds of soda. Brian sighed happily as he settled down into his chair, turning on the computer and reaching to grab a can of coke from the fridge. He popped the top and tilted it back, letting the bubbling sweet pour over his teeth and along his tongue as he guzzled it down. His computer snapped on, the desktop absolutely flooded with icons he never bothered to sort. Despite the chaos, he managed to open his web browser. It popped on, restoring the thirty five tabs he had left open before. Brian flicked through them before he found fail blog and started scrolling through all the memes he had missed on his drive across the state border. He told himself he would get around to unpacking later.

****

The sudden ringing of a telephone caused Brian to awake with a start. Brian sat up, his wrinkled, rumpled shirt from the night before cutting into his neck. He looked around, trying to remember where he was. It took a second but then it came back to him. He was at college, a freshman, at school. The phone by the door rung once more. Brian stepped out of bed, still wearing his pants and shoes as well. He'd barely had enough energy to get back to bed before passing out, staying up past sunrise before crashing. Brian made it to the phone and lifted it up, putting it to his ear.

"Hello?" he asked groggily.

"Brian Vahn?" The voice on the other end asked.

"Yeah, this is Brian." He answered.

"It turns out that your roommate will not be attending this university after all, so your accommodations have been adjusted for this semester to single occupancy." The voice stated.

"Cool." Brian grinned, looking around the room. It was all his, though there was a scoff of disdain on the other side. Brian hesitated, "Is there something wrong with him?" he asked. The voice hesitated.

"Well... I shouldn't be saying this, but it is RT..." The coordinator said.

"Ah, I understand. Sorry..." Brian said softly, "Thanks for letting me know." He added.

"Have a good day." The other voice said before there was a click. Brian hung up the phone and looked around, stretching a bit. After a long consideration he grabbed his towel and his shampoo and left his room, walking down the hall to the bathroom at the far end. He eased the door open only to find that the showers were all on full bore... and he was looking directly at man ass.

"Fuck this shit is cold, coulda gone for a polar bear dip back home warmer than this." One of the boys shuddered, standing in the water.

"You're from Alaska, pour Louise isn't going to have any balls left before long." Another boy chuckled. Brian's lips curled in disdain and he stepped back out of the bathroom. He'd just have to hope there was warmer water or more privacy later. He could go without showering for a day... He was out on his own for the first time after all. Yes, getting breakfast, or in this case lunch, sounded like a far better idea.

****

Brian pulled the door to the cafeteria open and moved in, stumbling into line with the other students. He glanced up, getting his first glimpse of the food area, though there was a man standing between him and his goal, swiping student ID cards. Brian pulled out his card and moved through the line, though it seemed to be thinning out. Few people were left this late in the day. Brian handed the man his card, looking around.

"What does this get me?" He asked.

"All you can eat." The attendant replied, reaching for the next student's card after returning Brian's... but Brian was in another world. All he could eat? Really? All of his life he'd been on carefully managed diets. He walked slowly into the cafeteria, looking around in growing awe. The floors were a cream colored tile, each food station made of stainless steel. There was a wrap station, a sandwich station, soups, pizza, salads, fruits, coffee, soft serve ice cream, juices, soda, milk and fries... mountains of fries.

"Oh yes... yes, I am home." He whispered in awe, grabbing a tray. Brian skipped the wrap station but moved onto the sandwich station, ordering as if he were at subway. He got the sandwich piled high with salami and ham and Swiss cheese and provolone and drizzled in sauces. Then he moved to get a pre-made burger from the grill and a heaping mound of fries before moving to the next station to get both a calzone and a huge slice of pepperoni pizza, draping it over the rest of his food. The smells wafted up, rich and hot, though the grease from the pizza was dripping down into the rest of his food.

Brian tried to make room for his soda but couldn't. He moved out and found a corner over by the windows overlooking the creek before he ran back in to get his drinks... but he was already back there, no sense wasting the trip. Brian grabbed another tray and a few more plates, grabbing more pizza and a bowl of soft serve ice cream before finally wrapping up with two glasses of coke and one glass of chocolate milk. He licked his lips. He hadn't eaten in almost a day other than the soda in his dorm, he was absolutely starving.

Brian made his way back to the remote corner of the cafeteria before sitting down, lifting his pizza up as if it were the holy grail. He gazed at it longingly before he brought it to his lips, chowing down in delight. His lips smacked and slurped as he ate his meal with great gusto, slurping on his drinks as he gulped the bubbling soda down. His lips were shining with grease by the time he finished his pizza before moving onto the sandwich next, swallowing it easily. His eyes gazed out of the window at the quad. He absolutely loved college.

****

Brian groaned in pain, his hands resting on his distended stomach. He'd never eaten so much in his life, but it was so good... He'd finished every last morsel. Brian had practically had to waddle back to his dorm room and once there he didn't want to leave. He'd sunk into his chair, his legs spread wide and his pants unbuttoned to make sure he had room to stretch. The freshman fifteen felt more like the freshman fifty, but the after taste was enough to make Brian feel the pain was worth it. He was still licking his lips as he took his hands from his stomach and moved them to the keyboard.

He loaded up his favorite webcomics and started scrolling through them, his eyes glazing over the inserted PETA commercials discussing the ethical treatment of the victims of RT. He chuckled as he read about his favorite characters doing dumb things, not even processing the bubble he felt moving up the back of his throat before his lips parted and he let out a deep belch... and then he flopped back in his chair, moaning.

"That hits the spot..." he said softly, feeling much better. Getting the excess gas out had made just enough room for his stomach to stop hurting. He reached back and stroked his rounded stomach, trying to get himself to digest faster before he looked back to the comics.

****

Laughter and shouting in the hall forced Brian from his slumber. He rolled over in bed, his eyes looking for the clock. It was only noon. He grunted and pulled his head back over his head. He felt fortunate that he had set up his schedule to only have classes on Tuesday and Thursday, giving him a four day weekend every week, but his plan had hit a speed bump when the other students would return from their Monday classes in the middle of his sleep.

Brian slowly slipped from bed and moved to the door of his dorm, leaning out. He gazed down the long hallway to the bathroom, spotting the yellow plastic sign sitting outside the bathroom. It was being cleaned. His shower would have to wait a while longer. Brian eased his door shut and moved over to his computer, turning it on. He sat down and wiggled back in the chair, pausing as his shirt slid across his chest. It felt so soft.

Waiting for his PC to boot, he lifted up his shirt and ran his fingers over the fabric. It wasn't just his imagination; the shirt did feel a lot softer. It seemed to be a combination of being beat up while he slept and being soaked with three days of sweat. Brian chuckled to himself as he thought about the fabric softener his mother had sent. He always hated that stuff, smelled too flowery for his taste. No, this was a much more manly approach. Brian leaned back in his chair and opened his browser, moving to Hulu. He was going to enjoy his day off... and then he was going to enjoy dinner very much.

****

The first day of classes had been going pretty well for Brian. It was quite an interesting adjustment to go to school at the university level. He had been fortunate that his high school had used the block schedule. It was just the same with four classes a day for an hour and a half each. It was a bit of a grind, but it more than made up for it by having so many days off. Brian watched the clock tick away before hitting five. As if a bell had gone off in their heads, all the students stuffed their bags full of their things before piling out of the door.

"Hey Bri, wait up." One of Brian's classmates said as he moved up, slinging an arm around Brian's shoulders. They'd bonded during the class by being the two biggest class clowns, slinging out jokes as if they were hot off the presses. Robbie seemed like a fairly laid back guy. His t-shirt was tight and his jeans were loose. His hair was a lighter blond than Brian's, though his cheeks were fairly thick with stubble. Robbie grinned, "So what's hoppin' man?"

"Not much, I was thinking about heading to dinner early, I'm starving." Brian grinned.

"Hey, you should stop by alpha kai later... There's going to be a pretty killer party later... I don't think I'll be able to walk after." Robbie chuckled.

"Why, gonna get smashed?" Brian asked.

"Nah man, I've been fucking like a rabbit since I got here. It's fucking sweet... Those frat boys really know how to lay it out." Robbie grinned, "Anyhow, check ya later man. I gotta bounce." He said before springing off down the hallways. Brian smirked to himself, glad he had made a friend on his first day of classes at least.

****

The door to Brian's room barely clicked open as he tried to fumble with the lock, unable to see over his bags of groceries. He stumbled in, using his foot to kick the door shut behind himself. He made it as far as the empty bed in his room before dumping it. The bags spilled over, unleashing bags of chip and dip, cheese cake and two racks of soda. He pulled them out of the way to get at the pretzels and the bread and before finding the gold of his trip, the spray cheese. Brian wasted no time to pop the cap off and spray some into his mouth, swallowing it down. He moaned softly, though as he relaxed his finger slipped and activated the cheese again. It sprayed down the front of his college shirt.

"Shit, man..." Brian chuckled, using his finger to collect as much of the cheese as he could and suck it from his finger, though the act of scooping it had left a wide yellow smear on the shirt. Brian didn't care much, more interested in the snacks than the mess he was causing. His backpack had already dumped out over the floor, the books and notebooks going everywhere. Brian figured he'd get to it later; he had the entire next day off after all. Brian looked at the bed full of goodies before he grabbed a bag of chips and the dip and moved over to his chair, dropping down into it. The chair lurched a little with the sudden weight.

****

Brian lowered into his chair in the dark corner of the German class. It was one of the older classrooms on campus. The room had two large windows, rounded at the top but rectangular otherwise. Two vast cherry trees grew outside but they weren't enough to keep the sunlight from flooding in, landing on the vast three chair long tables that were set around the room in the shape of a square. Some of the other students came in, moving to sit by Brian, though they slowed to a stop as they spotted the stains on his shirt. In addition to the cheese streak it seemed he had gained bits of dip, gravy and a few other stains they recognized from the last time they had class.

Before long almost everyone was seated, though Robbie came in late. Brian flashed his friend a grin, looking up at him before he paused. Robbie looked a bit like shit. He had killer bed head and it seemed like some of the color had drained from it, making it almost white instead of blond. His stubble was thicker but the whiskers on his cheeks were longer and his ears almost seemed a bit pointed. Most surprisingly of all was the soft chest hair poking up from the collar of his shirt. Robbie settled down next to Brian, his nose twitching before he sighed.

"Something smells really good..." Robbie moaned.

"Dude, what happened to you?" Brian whispered.

"Best day and a half of my life. I was on fire man..." Robbie whispered.

"Guten tag alles. Wie gehts?" The professor asked as she entered. The students broke into a rabble of responses.

"Just don't overdo it man." Brian whispered to Robbie. Robbie nodded, pulling out his notebooks before he paused, sniffing the air again, letting out a soft moan. His ass cheeks wiggled in excitement as a bulge formed in his pants.

"Dude, you smell so good..." Robbie whispered.

"Calm down dude, focus on class." Brian replied. Robbie swallowed, trying to keep a hold of himself before he nodded. The professor laid out their class work for the day, to read a chapter in class before working on the assignment in groups of two. The class grew quiet as everyone started reading, though a few minutes in; the soft tapping of Robbie's foot began to distract the others. A few shot Robbie looks, enough to shame him into silence for a few moments before it started again. Eventually Brian moved his foot over; putting it on Robbie's to stop it. Robbie blushed but bowed his head in thanks.

With the foot no longer tapping, Brian was able to return his focus onto his homework, reading away... at least until he noticed a strange up and down motion. Brian slowly turned his gaze over to Robbie before blushing furiously, realizing that his friend had slid his hand into his pants to masturbate under the table. Brian focused back on his work, praying that he didn't get caught. That would be too embarrassing for all of them...

****

Brian carried his tray out to his usual table, setting it down with his first tray. He sat down, though he cringed in discomfort as the table dug into his stomach a bit. He was confused at first, having pulled the chair out as far as he always did. He scooted back a second time and reached up, running his hand over his stomach... his rounded stomach. It seemed that after stretching it with his first all you can eat dinner, it hadn't gone down. If anything, it was rounder than ever... Brian was a bit surprised by the fact that he was getting a belly, but after a life of being the skinny average kid, it was kind of cool. There was more of him to love, that was all.

Brian smiled and got back to work getting situated before he started eating, scarfing down pizza rolls and thick hunks of meatloaf before he sipped from his chocolate milk. The milk splashed over his upper lip, soaking the stubble he was growing there, giving him a milk mustache before he licked it off. He sighed in contentment as he continued to eat, looking out along the creek outside. In the back of his mind he wondered how Robbie was doing, but soon such concerns faded from Brian's mind.

****

A belch echoed down the hallway s Brian unlocked his door and moved back in, pausing in front of the mirror as he shut the door again behind him. He turned around again but got a potent whiff of sweat and cheese and odor. Brian realized that he'd been wearing the same shirt for six days, it was likely time for a new one. He peeled his shirt off of his torso and tossed it into the closet, though it flopped on top of the hamper, retaining a vague semblance of its shape. Brian was about to grab another shirt when he paused, looking at himself in the mirror.

Brian almost didn't recognize himself in the mirror. His belly had gotten fatter, rounding a bit... but most surprisingly of all were his pecs. While they had been nothing special before, they had bloated with fat, rounding and hanging just a bit. Most surprisingly of all was how big his nipples had gotten. The areola were like the size of quarters, pinkish red, while his nipples were like tiny sausages. Brian slowly reached his hand up to circle his nipples, feeling them grow harder. He grunted softly, tugging on them a bit, panting as his cock hardened just a bit.

"Yeah, someone's got some manly tits." Brian smirked, moving to caress his hand over the flesh between his man boobs, feeling the soft sparse chest hair there. It was thicker than ever before but still had a long way to go. Brian kept stroking for a bit before he winced, one of his fingernails catching the flesh. They were getting pretty ragged. He lifted his hand and looked at the longer nails, trying to remember where he'd put his clippers before he remembered that he hadn't brought any. He sighed in disdain before he moved over to his chair and sat down again. The arms of the chair pressed into his new love handles just a bit, holding him securely.

Brian woke his computer up from hibernation before he opened Steam, turning on his favorite game. As it started to load he pulled on his thick cushiony headset, bringing the swing microphone down. The game activated and he went to join public games, greeting the audio channel with another deafening belch and then a chuckle. Before long his fingers were clicking and tapping all over the keyboard before darting to the computer mouse, guiding it around. He had played the game off and on since the track team had been disbanded, but a few minutes into his current game he felt as if he was on fire. No one could catch him, even when they started laying out traps. Somehow he evaded them all with a big grin on his face.

****

Minutes had turned into hours and hours had sped past as fast as the beats of Brian's heart. He had been playing constantly, on the best winning streak of his life. Everyone online wanted to be his partner, on his team, in his guild. He took them all to glory until they went to bed and a new batch joined in. Brian had held his own fatigue off with a constant infusion of food and sugar. Every time he drained a can of soda he dropped it beside his chair. A mountain of cans had formed, but it was nothing compared to the airy pile of empty chip bags. Brian had decimated them to such a degree that crumbs covered his bare chest and his lap.

Brian watched the screen as the next map was loading, deciding he had time to go back for seconds. He grabbed a hold of his man boob and lifted it up, his tongue slathering all over his own nipple. He slurped up the chip bits before he sucked and nibbled on his nipple, letting it flop back down. He grunted happily in contentment before his fingers went back to the controls, trying not to lose his momentum. Over his headset he could hear the other players rooting for him as he snuck past enemy lines to steal the flag, trying to get it away unnoticed. He was particularly adept at using the narrow crawl spaces in the map. He moved as fast as he could, emerging half way between the bases before making an open sprint for home. The other players fell in around him to act as a shield as he worked to get back to his base. He could see it in the distance, his own flag waving on the horizon... and then the screen went black before a pop up appeared.

"Server maintenance? But that wasn't scheduled until Saturday night!" Brian howled in rage. He closed out of the program and moved his mouse over to the computer clock. The calendar appeared, indicating that it was seven P.M. on Saturday... He'd been playing for almost twenty four hours... Brian leaned back in his chair, absolutely shocked. He'd never gamed that long. He had no idea how he'd been able to stay up that long either. Brian slowly stood up and turned off his computer before he moved over to the bed. He stepped on his left shoe with his right and pulled his foot out, then did the same. His socks were moist from body heat, clinging to his feet. He sat down on the edge of his bed and peeled them off, revealing his long, narrow feet. Even his toenails were longer, having taken on a yellowish color as the nails thickened. He tossed the socks into the hamper before he reached for his pants.

Brian dropped his pants to the floor and kicked them off out of the way, not even bothering to put them into the hamper. He moved to crawl into bed but paused, his ladder aching. He hadn't managed to go to the bathroom in an excessively long time and had been overriding the sense of discomfort that long, but now that he was almost naked he didn't want to go to the bathroom. Brian looked around with a growing sense of urgency before he spotted an empty two liter bottle. He grabbed it and unscrewed the lid before pulling his underwear down, bringing his half-hard cock to the lid, leaving just enough room for air to escape... and with that he relaxed.

A thick neon yellow stream of piss drained into the battle, washing over the sides. It had the most peculiar sound as the urine drained away, swirling into the bottle, building up inch by inch. The bottle grew heavy as Brian kept peeing, but there was no stopping it now. The level rose and rose and rose... and then a few flecks dribbled down the side, then a few more. Brian cringed, thinking he was going to overflow onto the floor, but thankfully his stream stopped and his bladder was empty. Brian screwed the lid back onto the very warm bottle before he set it down and climbed into bed, collapsing into a heap. He snuggled up under the covers, one hand moving to idly toy with his own nipple.

****

After such a marathon session of consciousness, Brian slept as if he was hibernating. He didn't even roll over, remaining in one position and snoring lightly. His chest rose and fell with his breath, but the movements weren't equal or opposed. Steadily his chest was stretching larger in his sleep. His skin grew tougher, his man boobs and belly expanded and layers of fat were coating his arms steadily. It was far from natural, but it was certainly connected to everything he had been doing. Even as the fat filled his legs and arms, his ribs were growing a bit thicker, spreading out a little. Brian was growing in more ways than one.

Brian's fingers twitched in his sleep as the nails hardened and started to curve just a little bit, growing into claws. They sank down into his fingers, becoming better anchored, though the flesh hadn't grown over the top of them yet. They still looked human, mostly. His feet, however, were another matter. His blanket shifted as his toes grew longer and thinner. His heel widened and the arch shifted, making his feet seem rather long and narrow in general. Brian's nails sunk more into his toes, though they hadn't grown over either yet.

Despite his hibernation, Brian grunted softly as his fat ass cheeks shifted beneath him, his tailbone starting to ache. Slowly the flesh pushed out a bit, forming the nub of a tail in its earliest stages. Brian's nose twitched as he changed, the minutes slipping by. It seemed for a long time as if they were slowing down, but then slowly Brian's ears throbbed, managing to stretch up into short points. Once more the changes slowed, but this too was a deception. The changes were working deeper into his mind.

Brian's dreams flitted about from subject to subject before settling on one of his favorite activities; eating. Brian dreamed of the biggest buffet he had ever seen. Breakfast foods, lunch foods, dinner. They were all there. He scurried about the cafeteria; hunched over, gathering everything he could gorge on. He stuffed his face eagerly in the dream, and every bite he took made him feel more wonderful. As if in response to the stimuli of his dream, blood began rushing to his groin.

The sleeping freshman's cock grew erect slowly, sliding down the leg of his boxers like a growing water balloon before it hardened more clearly and lifted into a tent. Before long he was at his usual full erection of six inches, but that length was starting to stretch more than ever before. More blood pumped in, the flesh stretched and the cock grew. If anything, it was almost as if all the fat that had been flooding his system was giving him a big fat cock. It stretched wider, growing as fat as a can of soda and was becoming longer at the same time, rising above Brian in a tent... a tent that he was not nearly conscious enough to attend, at least not yet.

****

Brian grunted a bit as he stumbled out of bed, stepping into clothes and school supplies and food wrappers in a general heap. He waddled his way over to the computer before he flopped down. The chair groaned heavily beneath his weight but managed to hold together as he started up his usual routine. It was becoming harder and harder to tell what day it was after being so far off his usual sleep schedule. The computer soon informed him that it was Sunday afternoon. Brian felt a bit bad about missing so much time and decided to check his email to see if he'd missed anything.

The browser opened and soon Brian's inbox was displayed. To his surprise, there wasn't just email regarding the usual topics but a glut of messages. There was one from the dean addressed to all students and one from his German professor sent to his class... but the title of the email from the German Class caught his attention most; 'regarding Robbie Leffler'. Brian quickly opened that email.

The message started with the assumption that the students had read the dean's letter already, but confirmed that Robbie Leffler had... succumbed to RT during the weekend and was no longer enrolled in the school. The professor offered counselors or office hours to discuss, but Brian was too taken aback. His friend, his best friend was something else, was no longer human... and he would never see him again. Brian shivered softly, too stunned to do anything for several minutes.

When the strength returned to Brian, he knew what he had to do. His fingers were a bit numb but they behaved enough to type out a response to the professor that he was taking the loss of his best friend very hard and wouldn't be in class on Tuesday. Before sending the message, Brian copied the text to send to his other professors. It was just too much to bear... It took Brian almost an hour just to send the other three messages on, but when he'd informed all of his professors of how hard he was taking it, he finally opened the Dean's letter.

The opening was an incredibly long and drawn out political statement about how the college sympathized with Robbie's family but was not obligated in an political statement about how the college sympathized with Robbie's family but was not obligated in any way for his condition... and it soon delved into veiled condemnation of Robbie's activities. Brian started getting more and more furious about the references to his lewd behavior... and then Brian scrolled down and saw the picture.

In a way it almost looked like something out of a movie or television show. It was a picture of the human services officers escorting Robbie from campus... He had completely transformed into a rabbit, there was no doubt about it. Brian was amazed how much similarity he could see in the cheek bones, the jaw, the hands... but Robbie had become a rabbit. His whole body was covered in soft white fur, his ears were long and floppy and hung behind his head, his pink nose was adorable and his furry sheath was incredibly plump. He really had fucked like a rabbit. Brian closed his browser, then moved to shut the entire computer off. It was just too much to deal with... Too much to face.

****

Monday had passed, then Tuesday, then Wednesday. Brian had sent out another set of emails to his professors stating that he still wasn't ready to face class. The loss of Robbie was too great. They had offered counselors but Brian wasn't ready to face the world. He had barely faced his own hall. Brian had made it to the bathroom a few times, though each time he did, the other students seemed to murmur a bit more than the last. While the reason eluded Brian, it was clear to the other students. Since arriving at college, Brian hadn't yet showered. Even his room reeked, the smell wafting out when he came in and out... so he did it less and less.

Brian tossed and turned on his bed a bit, trying to fall back asleep... but he couldn't He sighed, lifting his head up slowly. Brian's hair was so greasy it was looking brown instead of dark blond and his clothes all seemed soaked with his essence. His cheeks were covered with thick, soft and dark stubble and particularly dark hairs were poking up over his shirt collar. To all of these changes, though, Brian was oblivious. After giving up on sleep, he slowly slipped out of bed and padded over towards his chair. His girth had grown so large that the sides of his belly grazed the edge of both beds as he navigated the narrow aisle between. The freshman pulled the chair out and flopped down as he always did, and as it always did, the chair groaned heavily.

"Wonder if there's anything good online." Brian murmured, reaching for the power button... but before he could reach it, the chair collapsed beneath his weight, splintering apart. Brian landed hard on the floor, grunting in pain and discomfort. It hadn't been so much the debris that had hurt him, but he had landed on his tailbone wrong. Brian slowly forced himself up out of the pile, wincing and grunting, leaning over the counter by the window, panting softly to try and outlast the pain in his backside. Slowly he brought his hand around to his back and slid it down into his pants to root out the source of the problem. His fingers followed his spine, slipping down the cleft of his ass, but what he felt was far from what he expected.

Brian kept expecting his fingers to find the cleft of his ass, then his hole, but instead they found more and more rough leathery flesh. Brian kept exploring before he realized he wasn't feeling part of his butt anymore. He had found the source of the pain, a tail... a tail he had landed on when the chair collapsed. Brian went rigid, the color draining from his face. He had a tail... a real tail. He felt like he was going to be sick. He doubled over, nearly retching before he moved over to the mirror. He had to see for himself.

The reflection that met him in the mirror was starkly different than Brian's memories of himself. His ears were pointier, his face was longer... His nose and jaw pushed out more. He opened his mouth and realized his front two teeth were longer. Brian whimpered and pulled his shirt off, backing up from the mirror to get a better look. His chest was dominated by a thick tuft of fur rather than hair, and the same fur had grown out along his arms. Brian's hands moved to his pants, unbuttoning them before letting them drop, pulling his underwear down next. He reached back and brought his hand to his tail, trying to guide it around him.

The corded rat tail was only a foot and a half long so far but it was perfectly shaped, tough and strong. Brian shivered as he stroked his tail, much to his own regret. As much as it had hurt to land on it, it felt very good to stroke. Brian dropped his tail in disgust, bringing his hands up to his face. His fingers trailed through the stubble, or what he thought was stubble. It wasn't wiry at all, it was soft and brown and... felt good to pet too.

Brian let out a grunt of anxiety, of fear. It was happening to him, Representative Transformation... For the first time, Brian looked back at his lifestyle. Everything was starting to fit into place. He realized he hadn't yet showered, he had been overeating, he hadn't washed his clothes or even unpacked his hygiene gear. He was living in a rat's nest and he had started changing to suit his environment. Brian whimpered, hoping it wasn't too late. He charged for his door, throwing it open, trying to move out into the hall... though he had grown so obese that he found it difficult to fit through the frame. He all but popped out into the hall.

He knew he was naked, but he had to get to the shower, he had to try and reverse it. Brian all but charged down the hall, his fat rat feet changing as he moved. Skin grew over the top of his claws, the skin changing from peach to a dull gray color. The hair on his legs grew softer and thicker, turning into a fur coating as well. His tail swayed behind him, stretching out. Brian realized that he was still encouraging the change, trying not to get caught, trying to scurry around unseen... just like the video game he had so suddenly gotten good at. It was all making too much sense. Screams leaked out from open dorm rooms as Brian rushed past, but he didn't care. He had to try.

Reaching the bathroom, Brian threw the doors open... only to see a room decimated by a practical joke. All the toilets had been syran wrapped over, the shower heads removed, the drains clogged. It had been some joke to others, but for him it spelled disaster. Brian left the bathroom and moved down the stairs, hesitating at the second floor landing. It was an all girl's floor. He moved down to the first floor and into the hall, spotting the cleaning sign out by the bathroom. He let out a grunt of disgust before he moved back to the stairs, heading down to the basement. Yes, that would be his chance. The basement had amenities....

Brian spiraled down before emerging in the basement, peeking around the corner. Thankfully it was empty for the moment. No one occupied the couches surrounding the big screen tv, no one was playing table tennis. Brian moved toward the bathroom at the far end, though an echo sounded from the stairwell, footsteps. Brian glanced around before ducking through a door into a side room. He shut the door behind him and sighed with relief, at least until he realized where he was... the dorm kitchen.

A heavy gurgling sounded from Brian's massive stomach and soon he started to lick his lips. Brian's gaze turned to the refrigerator before he started to walk forward, as if mesmerized. His clawed hands reached to the door and eased them open, revealing the holy grail of food... Two day old pizza, sausages, hunks of cheese and bread, old noodles. Brian tried to resist, but his brain cried out to be fed. Brian's hands reached in, grabbing a slice of pizza in one hand and bread in the other. A drop of saliva leaked form his lips before he stuffed the pizza into his mouth.

Brian's teeth easily shredded the pizza, his teeth gnashing it up before he gulped it down, stuffing in the bread next. Crumbs rained down across his chest and belly as he gulped, moaning in deep satisfaction. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but it felt so good... and slowly Brian felt the other nagging sensation in his head, the one that had been growing since he got to college. It hadn't just been gradual changes, it had been... him. He was base, he was brutish, he was gluttonous and hedonistic, and he loved it. He was everything a male should be. Brian growled in delight at that fact, the fight draining out of him.

Without restraining himself any longer, Brian finished off the bread and pizza before sticking his upper body into the fridge. He grabbed anything he could eat, stuffing his maw with it. Blood rushed to his cock, causing it to engorge and grow, but everything was growing on him... the transformation was accelerating. Brian slipped a sausage between his lips, sucking it in, bite after bite... and every bit of sausage he took in, his tail grew out. The thick rat tail extended to three feet, four, then five. It was thick and strong, curling around his massive belly... a belly that was growing furrier by the second.

The furry beard he had grown crept down his neck, connecting to his chest fur, then to the fur covering his belly, then his groin. The fur on his arms and legs got thicker and thicker, growing up his extremities before the fur meshed with the rest on his torso. Even his ass and back grew furry, sprouting thick brown fuzz that covered his shoulders, his spine, even his shoulders. The fur slowly closed across his body, covering everything but his tail and paws... which was what they were becoming.

Brian dipped his hand into a thick slice of cake, stuffing his face with it. His fingers grew longer and more knobby, the flesh turning gray as he ate... but it felt so good. Brian felt so awesome about himself, dipping his face into the pot of noodles. He slurped and sucked, the broth splashing all over his cheeks as thin, long whiskers grew out of his cheeks. The fur grew up across the rest of his face, covering his nose and surrounding his eyes, meshing with the shaggy greasy brown hair on his head. Even his pointed ears grew a bit more round as fur coated them steadily.

The door to the kitchen eased open as a woman stepped in, pausing. Brian pulled his head out of the fridge, looking over his huge, fat shoulder before he let out a hiss. The woman screamed and went running, the door sliding shut. Brian chuckled to himself before he grabbed the last piece of cheese and took off big hunks with his teeth, gulping them down. He waddled away from the fridge, holding the cheese in one hand before the other moved to his cock, curling around it. He gave himself a few good strokes, admiring his huge cock while he enjoyed the cheese with the other hand.

Brian continued to eat the cheese, gulping at it before it was all gone and he sucked his fingers clean. No longer having any fear, Brian waddled through the tight door to the kitchen and turned towards the basement bathroom. He couldn't remember why he had been so intent to get to them, but he figured they deserved a look. He pushed the men's room door open and moved in, turning to look at the full length mirror. A grin started to spread across his face. In a few short weeks, Brian had managed to turn from a scrawny, boring human to a seven foot tall, five hundred pound rat. He had greasy brown fur, a massive belly, a long tail, amazing paws and a respectable cock... but the change wasn't yet done. His face wasn't as long as it could have been.

The rat wrapped one paw around his cock again, then the other. He gripped himself tightly before he started to thrust foreword and, bucking his hips. His tail uncoiled from his gut and swayed behind him. His clawed fingers felt so good on his thick cock. He thrust into the air avidly, grunting more and more, looking at himself with true lust. He was a sexy, dirty beast, just as he always wanted to be... at least as he wanted to be now. Even his personality had changed. He was a dirty rat and proud of it. He loved his body, his filth, his food and his pleasure.

With each pump of his cock, Brian felt pressure growing, not just in his groin but also his face. His jaw popped and shifted, his nose extended, his whiskers grew and his brown eyes turned darker, looking almost glassy black. As his jaw extended, it narrowed as well. His nose grew leathery and the nostrils lifted upwards, his entire nose changing as his face extended into a muzzle. In the course of a few moments, the last of his humanity fled, leaving him with the long face of a rat. Brian tilted his head back before he hissed in pleasure, sending out thick globs of off-white cum to spray across the mirror.

Jet after jet, Brian seemed quite well endowed. It took several minutes to drain his load, but finally the spray stopped, leaving only one thick glob to dangle from his cock. Brian collected the sperm on his fingers and sucked it clean before he waddled back out of the bathroom. He'd have to wrestle up some more food, he was starving. Perhaps the cafeteria would be open. Brian made it a few steps out of the bathroom before he felt a strong sting in his neck. He reached up to the source of the pain, finding something stuck there. He pulled it out and brought it forward to examine, realizing it was a dart.

Brian slowly looked up before he saw the familiar white uniforms of the human services officers. Brian bore his buck teeth and hissed before he charged at them. The officers backed up in fear, never having faced a five hundred pound rat. Brian felt another sting, then another. He began to stagger, wobble, and then collapse as he landed by their feet, sliding to a stop before the world faded around him, leaving him in a dreamless sleep.

****

The next few days were a blur for Brian. They had kept him pumped full of sedatives. Even at his most conscious, he was in a dull haze. He had brief glimpses of reporters, of cameras and news reporters... The dean's face looking disappointed... the inside of a moving truck, then his home... They had taken him home, but his parents didn't look happy... They shut the door. Then more truck, more driving... coldness... Then the rumbling of the back door, the soft light of late sunset. Brian shook his head, trying to get clear of the drugs. He was starting to wake up, but he was still groggy.

"Hungry you big fat rat?" came a grunt from outside. Brian turned, gasping softly. Dangling from a string just outside of the truck was a big hunk of cheese... Drippy, aged, old cheese. Brian rolled over with all fours before charging, lunging from the back of the truck. He grabbed the cheese but the string came off, not supporting his weight in the least. Brian fell downwards several feet before he landed and rolled down a slope. He tucked tightly to his body as he was pummeled by the ground, eventually rolling to a stop. He coughed and sputtered before opening his glassy black eyes.

Dust had lifted up from where he'd been dropped. He followed that back, realizing the truck had parked at the edge of a massive cement wall almost thirty feet higher than where he was. The human service officer pulled the back of the truck shut and disappeared from sight, and soon after the truck disappeared, leaving Brian in silence. He slowly forced himself up onto his haunches, clutching the cheese to his chest, looking around. A lukewarm breeze blew through the city ruins. The buildings had busted out windows, the incomplete bridges were covered with so much graffiti it was a mural, and barrels of garbage burned every hundred feet or so like street lights. It didn't take him long to realize he was in the exclusion zone...

While the news showed cases of brave parents taking care of their transformed children, those who weren't wanted were brought to the exclusion zone, left where they couldn't possibly contribute to anyone else's change. Brian's shoulders sank. His parents must have said they didn't want him, sent him here. His heart started to ache for a moment, but then that nagging confidence began to ease back up in him. He didn't need them, they'd just try to clean him, make him behave. No, this was much better. Here he could act exactly as he wanted to, to be the beast he was reborn to be.

Brian turned and started walking, heading toward the center of the exclusion zone. In a way it was almost beautiful. The salmon colored clouds and purple sky cast a vague pink glow across the ruins, making it seem rather rosy. In the distance he spotted one of the compost dumps, where the city dropped food scraps to feed those in the zone. He wouldn't go hungry, that was for sure, but right now he wanted to find shelter, to find out what was going on, to find... Robbie.

The suddenness of the thought brought him to a stop. Brian surprised himself, but then smiled slowly. Yes, he wanted to find his friend... Brian lifted the cheese wedge and stuffed it into his mouth before he dropped onto all fours and broke into a run. His paws tossed dirt behind him as he moved at an inhuman pace, his fat body surprisingly agile. He crossed under the bridge, moving past where two lion men were facing each other off. His wide hip bumped a barrel, sending it toppling over with a clang, a clang met by the howl of jackals and coyotes in the distance.

Brian wasn't sure if any of the other transformees were hungry for something more than garbage, but he wasn't going to give them the chance. It seemed his brain had been wired to be a rat for some time. He darted down alleys, through crawl spaces and between burned out cars. Nothing could have kept up with him. It took almost twenty minutes, but eventually Brian entered 'downtown' in the exclusion zone, slowing. It had once been a beautiful plaza with fountains and sculptures... but now the fountains were still, full of green sludge. The sculptures were covered in moss and vines and weeds had practically grown into trees from the cracks of the cement... but he was in the right place.

A sloth man was draped over a large boulder, snoozing away. A porcupine woman was bartering with a panther man over their mutual findings. Brian came to a stop and rose up on his hind feet, looking around in awe. There were horses, kangaroos, wolves, dogs, cats, otters, octopi... it seemed that the entire range of human personality and experiences had triggered changes into the entire animal kingdom. Brian was amazed, but also very lost. He started to gulp down the cheese he had been storing in his cheeks, swallowing it down, but soon enough it was gone. His nose twitched before he let out a soft sigh.

"Looking for a place?" came a soft voice. Brian turned his head, realizing that there was a hog next to him... a very nice looking hog. He was six foot four with a tall wiry brown Mohawk. His cheeks were dominated with thick bushy chops, his snout was thick and tusks curved out of the corners of his lips. The man was both strong and fat, mounds of flesh built up over thick muscle. He wore a leather vest and pants, one highlighting his very present bulge... but Brian was surprised by something... He looked familiar somehow.

"Do I know you?" Brian asked softly. The hog man chuckled.

"Probably. I'm little Jimmy Sanno, from the commercials." The hog said. Brian's jaw dropped wide.

"But he's fifteen..." Brian whispered. Jimmy laughed loudly, his laughter breaking into hog snorts.

"I was, three years ago. They've been airing those commercials for a while." He replied. Brian blushed beneath his fur before he broke out laughing, nodding gently.

"I guess they didn't pay you very much for your role." Brian said sadly.

"Oh I've more than made up for it here. It pays to be a celebrity; I'm sort of like a mascot. I got pretty good with interpersonal skills after being dumped here." Jimmy replied. Brian paused.

"Do you welcome all the new arrivals?" Brian asked. Jimmy shrugged.

"Most of 'em, the ones that wander close enough to downtown." Jimmy replied.

"I'm looking for my friend, Robbie Leffler." Brian said. Jimmy cracked a grin.

"The Velvetine prince? He's over in the fap district." Jimmy said.

"The what?!" Brian asked. Jimmy snorted again.

"It's where we all go when we have certain hungers... that food cannot fulfill." Jimmy whispered suggestively before grinning. A slow grin crossed Brian's face.

"I'm going to enjoy this place." He muttered with satisfaction, "Which direction is it?"

"Follow Cloud Street until twenty second, then pass the cock obelisks. Your friend should be in the cottontail building. You can't miss it." Jimmy said.

"Thanks, you're a life saver." Brian murmured. The hog smirked and moved over to give Brian's cheek a sloppy pig kiss before he moved off. Brian turned, spotting a street sign indicating he was on Cloud street already. Brian dropped down onto all fours, moving off again.

****

The door to the Cottontail building opened, a bell jangling on the door. Brian stepped in, looking around. It appeared the building had once been a hotel but had been redecorated by its current occupants. Thick red velvet cloth covered every wall, draped in a way that reminded Brian of the harem tents of old. A very soft gray rabbit lifted his head up from behind the desk, licking his lips softly as he looked Brian over.

"Oh my, there sure is a lot of you to love..." The rabbit moaned softly. Brian chuckled.

"Yes there is, but I'm here to see a friend, Robbie Leffler." Brian said.

"You know his last name? Fascinating... He's with a client at the moment, but you could wait if you want." The rabbit said. Brian nodded gently.

"Got anything to eat?" he asked curiously.

"Parsley, carrots, spinach..." The rabbit offered. Brian grimaced.

"Well, thanks for offering." He smirked, moving to sit down, stretching out a bit... though after a moment he heard a soft thumping sound from behind the desk. Brian turned, looking at the rabbit receptionist. His eyes had rolled back into his head and he moaned softly, his nose and whiskers twitching before he collapsed. Brian could certainly see why the rabbits had such prominence in the fap district...

Brian tried to bide his time, his rat ears tilting a bit to focus on the hall. He could hear a faint sound in the distance, a thumping as regular and fast as a jack hammer... and deep moans. It seemed whatever Robbie was doing, it was working well. Moments passed, then minutes. The whole exchange was punctuated by a loud scream of lust and passion. There was silence then, at least for a few moments before the door opened and a young stag moved his antlers scraping the door frame as he wobbled along, a deeply satisfied look on his face. Emerging behind the stag was a tall, lithe, lanky looking white rabbit. Robbie seemed to be doing quite well for himself.

"Robbie, there's a man here to-" the attendant was interrupted.

"BRIAN?!" Robbie asked in awe before he ran over. Brian barely had time to get to his feet before the rabbit lunged and tackled him, wrapping his furry paws around his neck. Robbie gave Brian bunny kisses all over his thick furry cheeks.

"How did you know it was me?" Brian asked in shock. Robbie chuckled.

"Dude, you've been a filthy rat since the day I met you... But I knew you'd come find me one way or another... and boy are you big." Robbie whispered, realizing his entire body was draped over nothing but belly and man boob.

"Well, it's the least I could do for a friend..." Brian admitted. He knew he might be a dirty hedonist, but he still had a heart and Robbie was his friend. The rabbit smiled and dropped down to the floor, measuring up almost a foot and a half shorter. He stretched to stroke Brian's cheek with a furry white paw.

"You can stay with me if you want, until you find your own place or decide you want to settle down." Robbie offered.

"Really?" Brian asked, his eyes widening before he moved to hug Robbie tight before he paused, looking into his eyes.

"Just tell me there's more than just rabbit food here." He murmured.

"Oh trust me, there's plenty for you to root through. I'll show you the place that Gioramo's drops the unsold pizza. It's pretty amazing." Robbie said, slinging his arm around Brian's ass. The two moved to the door and headed back out into the street, moving out into the night.

As Brian walked with Robbie he started to reflect on his life. He knew going to college would change him, but he never realized how much. He had made himself into what he was, but he didn't regret a thing. He didn't have to worry about employers anymore, just finding enough to survive. Life was going to be a lot simpler and a lot more fun, especially with a friend at his side. Brian sighed happily, waddling down the street, his thick rat tail swaying happily behind his huge ass.