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[b][u][center]How DMs Shift Reality

Part 2

For Nataraj

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Waking up with a messy, slimy foot was not the usual experience for Alex, but somehow, he didn’t care quite as much as he normally would. He stared at the crusty stuff that was left along his sole, feeling some annoyance, but normally he would have felt something closer to disgust. He hated a mess, hated the idea of going to bed filthy, yet he felt no more annoyance now than he would have felt if he woke up with a bit of a crumb along the side of his face. It hadn’t dripped on the sheets, after all, and he could wash it off in the shower.

He got to his feet, walking out of his bedroom to the bathroom. As the hot water started flowing, he let out a happy little groan, running his hands through his hair and along the back of his neck. The hot water was already clearing off the mess on his soles, and that made him feel better. Better enough to start thinking about the day, at least.

[i]University,[/i] he thought. [i]No papers due, just need to get the assignments today and hope that the professors don’t ask for any sort of group work…[/i]

That was rare now that he had left high school, but it still happened from time to time. He didn’t particularly like it, mostly because everyone else already had an idea of how to run the group, and he ended up being swept along in the current of the social experiment. Alex preferred to just work by himself most of the time, get the work done and then get back home to his other hobbies. Whether that was D&D or the guitar or something else didn’t matter; he preferred it to the schoolwork and the socialization that the university encouraged, and that was all that he needed to know.

As soon as he was clean, he stepped out of the shower and got dressed. Simple clothes, jeans, a t-shirt, a little vest over it that had plenty of pockets. Could never have too many pockets, particularly these days. He tucked a little mini-flute into one for practice during lunch, a couple of flash drives into the others, and then went to get his shoes…

He stopped as he reached for his socks, realizing that something almost didn’t want him to put them on. It was a weird feeling, something that he hadn’t had before regarding his clothes, and his hand strained as he tried to reach for the sock drawer.

“…What the heck?”

Pushing against the feeling of restraint, he was eventually able to get his hand to the drawer, but when he opened it, he couldn’t take it any further. It was like his body was metaphorically putting its foot down on the subject of footwear, making it impossible for him to grab a pair of socks.

“Why…won’t you…work?!”

He grabbed his hand by the wrist, trying to force it forward, even going so far as to throw his arm at the drawer, but no matter what he did, his body refused to get any closer than it already had, almost like it was afraid of the socks.

His footwear had the same problem. He tried going for a pair of sneakers, a pair of running shoes, anything to cover his feet, but no matter what he reached for, he couldn’t get his hand any closer than two inches to the shoe in question before he froze again. Even throwing himself in the air and trying to fall seemed to fail, somehow, as if gravity had decided that it no longer worked the same way for him.

“What the fuck?! I am not going barefoot to university. I swear, I am not –”

#

[i]I can’t believe I’m barefoot at university.[/i]

Alex sat on a bench on the university grounds, staring straight ahead and determinedly trying not to think about the fact that his soles were resting on the grass, that the green strands were slightly tickling the bottoms of his feet, that there were people that could see him being…immodest.

[i]Mmmph…it’s not like I’m running around showing a lot of skin.[/i]

But there was something about his feet being bare that was almost as bad. It was like he was flaunting them, somehow, showing them off and making a thing of them. Every time that he walked, he felt this strange urge to slow down, to make each step take that little bit longer, to pose with the bottom of his foot pointed right towards the person behind him. It felt like something in him was trying to show off his feet the way that someone else might have shown off their ass.

He shook his head, picking up his phone. He should probably book a session with the school therapist with everything that was going on. Or maybe –

“Eep!”

Alex covered his phone as soon as he tapped the unlock screen, whipping his head back and forth to see if there’d been anyone nearby when he did that.

There hadn’t been, thankfully, but that didn’t stop him from feeling embarrassed as he looked back down at the screen. Rather than his old screensaver of an instrument that he’d been looking forward to buying at some point – a guitar down at the pawn shop, one of the older but classic models – his screensaver was a giant pair of elephant feet. He must have taken that while he was on the bus, but he didn’t remember doing it.

Still blushing, particularly as his cock started rising in his pants, he went back into his pictures to turn it back –

“Oh god…oh god oh god oh god…”

There were dozens, if not hundreds of shots of different anthro feet. Clawed dragon feet, smooth and wide elephant feet, the rare equine feet rather than hooves, wolf feet with the fluff along the side of the sole, and more. There were too many photos for a normal person of feet in his phone, and he whimpered as he quickly started trying to find his other, normal photos.

Eventually, he did, and he was able to change the background of his phone properly. Somehow, just the act of changing it made him feel a sense of guilt, almost like he had turned down a gift from someone.

[i]How the heck…[/i]

Alex shook his head. It was done now, and he was going to feel better about it soon. He took a deep breath, then let it out. Then another –

And this time he relaxed much more, because of the heady foot musk that burned through his nose and into his brain.

“Hello, my friend.”

Deleram? Here? Oh, right, they had a few classes together. He had forgotten that the elephant went to university here now. That other anthros did, too.

He turned slowly, smiling up at the gray-skinned man. Once more, he was in his foreign clothes, showing off his body, though this time the vest seemed displaced a bit more. The elephant sat down on the other side of the bench, pulling one leg up and putting it over his knee, his bare sole pointed towards the lizard.

There was something different today, though, something that caught his attention. He looked down and saw a golden band wrapped around the elephant’s ankle, something that he hadn’t seen before. More than that, he saw a little charm there, something that hung from a chain, and he swore that it looked almost lizard-like. Almost like –

“You’ve been rather busy today. I’ve tried to catch you at the library and in class, but every time that I see you, you’re darting off somewhere else,” Deleram said, pulling Alex’s eyes away from his big, gray foot. “Is something the matter?”

“The matter? Well…no…”

And that was the truth, in its own way. He hadn’t been ‘bothered’ by the number of anthros that went barefoot, considering just what sort of reaction that his body had to it. Disturbed? That was a bit closer to the truth, but every time that he saw a bare foot and he ended up getting at least a semi-boner from it, it was like he accepted this new part of him that little bit more. He didn’t know if that was a good thing, but he was less angry at it, and less scared.

The elephant kept staring at him, though, and he knew that wasn’t exactly a complete answer. He sighed.

“I don’t know. I just feel a bit…freaky today.”

“A bit freaky is not a bad thing.”

“It means that you stand out. And…I don’t really know if I’m comfortable with that.”

“Do you imply that your barefooting is making you stand out?”

“Oh god, don’t remind me…” He leaned forward, burying his face in his hands. “I don’t know why I’m doing that. It’s just…it’s weird…I’m kinda…”

“Weird?”

Alex nodded.

“Is that a bad thing? It is not a bad thing in my culture to be unique; to be unique is to be sought after, to have others wishing to know you for the privilege of saying ‘I know Alex, the barefoot entertainer, the dancing singer.’ In my culture, such a thing would be a boon to say, to know someone that others could not imitate.”

The elephant’s words were comforting, but alone, they probably wouldn’t have amounted to much. However, with the thick scent of sweaty soles in the air, it was doing something a bit more to the lizard. He groaned under his breath, trying not to be too obvious about it, shifting his position a bit as he felt his cock throbbing that much more in his jeans.

Praying that his DM didn’t see him adjusting himself, Alex pushed his growing shaft down one leg of his pants, looking straight ahead again as soon as he had done it. There was no comment, no sudden chuckle or knowing smirk. Instead, Deleram merely curled his toes –

“Mmph…”

And Alex barely held back the grunt that wanted to escape. The idea of burying his face in those gray soles burned in his brain, pushing him to look down again, to stare at the sole as the toes curled, as the flesh wrinkled, as he was given temptation after temptation right there in public. He wanted to look away, wanted to be a good man, but every time that he tried, the toes curled, and like strings attached to his head, they pulled him down again.

There were other people in the square, and he knew that they were hardly private. The elephant hadn’t said anything, but there…there…

“Breathe, my friend.”

Without thinking, Alex did just that, and the musk settled into his brain. It pushed down on him, and he felt something else. A warmth, a calmness, a happiness that was slowly rising out from his core. He shivered, a little sigh of want and need coming from his lips.

The elephant’s hand rested on his thigh, giving him a squeeze, and on instinct, his legs parted, showing off his bulge a bit more, allowing the DM to run his fingers up and down along his leg. The feeling of submitting like this was…strange, to put it mildly. This felt like something that he shouldn’t have been doing, that he should be doing this in private, if at all. Yet, here he was, in the middle of the university, spreading his legs and throbbing harder and harder for someone outside his species.

“Calm down, Alex. Let yourself drift. You’re with me. I will always take care of you, just like I do in the games. Just like your patron takes care of you.”

Just like his patron. He sighed a bit at that, remembering the warm feelings that came from playing the game and having that elephant character waiting for him to come back from every mission. It always made him good to know that there was someone waiting to look after him and the rest of the party, to see them done right by, and to know that they would be well off at the end of it all.

“Just relax…”

He did, breathing in the scent. Something was changing, he swore, something different happening. The grass felt longer under his feet, pressing up past his toes, through them and up to his knees. The bench felt overgrown, like it was wrapped in vines, but that was impossible. That was…

That was…

“Breathe, and relax.”

Alex took one more breath, and it was done.

A soft groan escaped him as he felt his hips widening, his ass growing. His toes curled into the earth, his damp soles pressing down and feeding the ground what it needed to keep growing. He moaned under his breath, the soft crackling sound of scales escaping flesh pushing through and filling his ears.

He ran his hands along his cheeks and lips, his fingers turning more delicate, more gentle, finer and more detailed. They pressed against skin that was splitting like the flesh on a sunburn, the smooth scales that lay beneath coming forth.

As his fingers curled, his nails darkened and extended into claws, slowly getting longer as he ran his fingers along his face, teasing the little bumps of his scales with his touch. They smoothed out as his snout grew in, and his tongue soon filled out his mouth properly, rather than being half-stuffed down his throat to make room for it in the short human face.

His ears disappeared into ear-holes, and he wiggled back and forth as his ass came near to splitting the back of his pants. He lifted his legs, looking down at his feet as scales covered the top, green that turned to yellow when they hit the sides. As he turned his leg, looking at his sole, he watched it grow smooth and soft, softer than anything could ever really be without the aid of this strange magic.

Running his hand along his foot, he felt the different bits of magic that had turned him into this, brought him forth again. Alex was sleeping, and Nataraj was awake.

As soon as he was himself, with his tail lazily slithering over the back of his pants, the lizard knelt before his master. The elephant smiled down at him, the great Prince Deshar, and Nataraj bowed his head.

“Thank you for letting me out again, master.”

“I’m happy to have you out. You’re doing well, my servant. You’re learning to be yourself, and you’re helping him become who he needs to be.”

“I’m having so much fun with that. I never knew that there were so many bare pairs of feet until I made him start looking around. It’s perfect. It’s just perfect.”

“Yes, it’s a good start. But here are more than feet in this world, my friend. Come here, little lizard. Come here, my Nataraj.”

The elephant’s hand on the back of his head drew him in, and the lizard rested his nose against the crotch of the great pachyderm’s pants. The prince’s scent was as strong there as it was against his soles, and the lizard moaned, rubbing his hands along his thighs, feeling his cock throbbing up and begging for attention.

He breathed it in, taking in the master’s power through touch and scent as much as through anything else. He savored it, sucked it down, enjoyed the feeling of it burning through his body. There was something more than usual, there, something that he loved, something that he craved.

Slowly, the lizard’s tongue stuck out, dragging against the fabric. He could feel the heft and shape of the elephant’s cock through it, knew that there was much that he could do to please it if he were to have the courage to pull those pants down. Surely, the great prince’s power would keep them safe, but yet, he had the instinct to know better. He had not been told to take it further, and he would be a good lizard.

Nevertheless, he nuzzled, he sniffed, and he licked as much as he was allowed. One lick, two, three, darkening the crotch of the pants, making it cling to the shaft beneath more than it had before. He dragged his tongue across the warm head at the tip, and then further down, finding the balls and attacking them with his tongue.

All the while, the elephant prince moaned for him, showing him just how much his efforts were appreciated. Nataraj shivered as his own cock throbbed up all the harder, but no. There were other ways to satisfy himself.

He was about to open his mouth and suck the head of the master’s cock through his pants when the master touched his head. He paused, looking up.

“You will remember how much you enjoyed this, my servant,” the elephant prince said. “You will remember this, and so will Alex.”

“Mmmph…Yes, master. Can I please…”

“You wish to serve my feet?”

“May I?”

“You may.”

The great prince lifted his soles from the earth, showing his power as they were stained not by earth or mud, by dust or grass, but merely by his own sweat. The great prince held them aloft, and the lizard slithered under them, laying on his back and holding his arms up to cushion them. Bit by bit, they lowered, and soon he was sunk beneath them, savoring the scent of royalty.

Sniffing between the toes, he allowed himself to sink away, letting the smell carry with it the great elephant’s commands. He would remember the pleasure of giving licking worship. He would remember it forever…

#

Alex started to, lifting his head from a book. He was still seated on the bench, but there was no Deleram in sight. For that matter, there was no one in sight, nobody that might have been able to tell him what happened.

Yet, there was something different. He could feel that in the air. He looked down, surprised to see as many flowers blooming around the bench as there was, and he swore that there had never been quite so many vines on the chair, either. The groundskeepers usually kept the various seats free of that, if only so that there weren’t many bugs to deal with when people took their lunch or their break.

He slowly got to his feet, shaking his head. This must have been some sort of strange occurrence, something that…

Well, he would figure it out. At least the nap made him feel better about being barefoot. He didn’t really have the same bad feelings as he walked down the sidewalks, and he even felt a bit of blushing arousal when people stared at him. There was almost like a feeling of glee to know that there were people that liked looking, even though he wasn’t sure if he liked them doing the looking in the first place.

Alex kept walking, making his way to the gym. He had something else that he had to do today, something else that would keep him healthy.

As he walked into the university gym and down to the locker room, he found that there weren’t so many people around as usual. There were a couple of humans, two or three, as well as a big wolf in one corner, a dragon in the other, and an orc at the far corner. He gave the orc a bit of a double-take, feeling concerned for a moment –

[i]It’s nothing…it’s nothing…[/i]

And then it was nothing. Alex had sworn that there were no such things as orcs, but maybe they were something like the various anthros that had come out into the public eye over the last few years. Maybe they were merely something that had been hidden up until recently. Maybe that was how it worked?

He didn’t know.

He really didn’t know.

However, at this point, he didn’t much care, either. He was in the mood to get undressed, get his gym clothes on, and work up a sweat before heading home. That would help him clear his head and get back to a proper headspace.

As he got undressed, however, he was sure that there was some pair of eyes that he hadn’t seen staring at him, someone that was watching as he pulled his pants down, as he pulled a jockstrap on, as he got comfortable in his new, looser clothes. Alex kept pausing, looking around, half-expecting one of the other guys to have walked up behind him to give him that feeling, but there was never anything to worry about.

He was a bit more ill-at-ease when he left the locker room, but then he started his work-out, and he felt fine.

#

As the sweaty human returned to the locker room, he had to walk around the shower section of the locker room first. He usually just moved on by, meaning to get his shower and just leave, but today, he felt like he should grab a shower himself.

Alex normally avoided that out of pure shyness, but there was something that drew him to the water spigots today. Maybe it was the feeling that he was a bit dirtier than usual, or maybe there was some sort of curiosity. He certainly paused as he approached, his eyes already dropping down. He could tell that a part of him wanted to look at feet, and he groaned under his breath.

[i]Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Don’t do it.[/i]

Of course, he did it. His head turned ever so slightly as he passed the gap in the wall that led to the showers, and his eyes locked on the various pairs of feet on display.

He passed right by the human ones, not interested in seeing what he could see at the ends of his own legs every single day. His eyes went, instead, to the various anthro ones. He saw the wolf with his fur hanging over the sides of his feet, but with the black pads that ran across the entire underside gleaming with the watery covering that they’d gotten in the shower. He saw the dragon’s sole, yellow and white along the bottom with a smoothness that none of the others would be able to match. He saw the orc’s feet, where the skin looked so shiny that it looked more oiled than wet.

And then, he saw Deleram again.

His eyes went straight up, hardly believing that he was seeing his DM in the shower, and he stared in shock as the elephant turned to face him. His cheeks burned, and not just from the slight awkwardness of the moment.

No, it was because he could finally see the elephant’s dick, and if there was anything that would make one question one’s own manhood, it was seeing the dick of an elephant.

His eyes were drawn straight to it, looking at the humanoid shaft that hung down over a pair of balls that were bigger than his fists. His eyes went wider and wider as he realized that the shaft was completely soft, yet the whole thing had to be longer than his foot, stretching out nearly ten inches, maybe longer. And that was without the slightest bit of blood flowing to it to make it larger.

His mouth had to be hanging down to his chest at this point from how jaw-dropped it felt, but he couldn’t look away. The elephant’s body drew him in, from the soft paunch in the belly over the thicker muscles down there, all the way to the pierced nipples, and then right back down to the low-hanging gray sac.

[i]Oh god…oh god…oh god…[/i]

Alex knew that he was never going to get this image out of his head. By all rights, he should have kept walking. Staring like this was a good way to invite a beating, even from the nice guys, and he didn’t want to get that. Yet, at the same time, there was something about Deleram’s body that drew him in, that made him…

Made him thirsty…

[i]Mmmph…[/i]

Alex had admitted that he liked guys a long time ago, though he had rarely made a move on them. They were more the sort of thing to be enjoyed from afar, with love coming where it might, and satisfaction more often coming from the hand. Yet, at the same time, he stared at Deleram with a hunger that he had seldom felt for anyone outside of porn, and his cock throbbed in his shorts, in his jock.

“Come,” the elephant said, and there was something in the note of that voice that made it impossible to ignore.

He walked into the shower, the water already soaking into his shorts and making them cling to his thighs, making them stick to his crotch and his ass. They felt…tighter, somehow, as if he was a little bit bigger.

Alex blushed as he stopped in front of the naked elephant, the other anthros and humans in the room turning to face him. He didn’t want to look at any of them, not wanting to feel smaller than he already did. Yet, at the same time, there was some sort of hunger that was building up, something that he didn’t know how to handle, something that was making him feel hungry, stupid, needy.

The elephant guided him to a bench in the middle of the shower section, making him sit down. That put the big fat cock right in his face, and Alex shivered as he opened his mouth on instinct, almost like he was making himself available.

“I…I…”

“Hush.”

Deleram gently cupped his face, leaning down and nudging him with his trunk.

“Just relax. You are safe…safe with me. And you know what you want…”

That was almost as freaky as the day before when he started wanting feet all the time. He still did, wanting to be at the feet of the elephant, of the dragon, of the orc, but this was something new. He wanted to…

He wanted to taste them…

The urge to be at their crotches, to be huffing their musk and pulling it down his throat and into his lungs, into his mind, was almost overpowering. Just like yesterday with the feet, he had never felt a need like this in his life, not in the overpowering urge that it represented, and not for this sort of perversion, either.

Yet, the elephant said that he’d be safe…and none of the others were looking at him judgingly…

Alex shivered, feeling another strange feeling of tightness in his pants, almost like something wasn’t fitting anymore. That distraction was barely enough to catch his attention before the elephant’s cock started to rise in front of him.

“Is…is that for…”

“You?” Deleram smiled. “Yes.”

That big thing was…was getting hard…for him. Just for him, not because of…oh god, he didn’t know how to deal with that. Knowing that he made someone else hard, knowing that he was attractive enough for that…

His cock felt almost painfully hard in the front of his jockstrap, and the bands along the back, those parts that framed his ass cheeks, suddenly felt tighter than usual. He barely cared, leaning in to kiss the bottom of the elephant’s cock.

The first taste, the first breath, sent a shiver down his spine. There was a hint of clean feeling, clean smells, but there was that raw taste of manhood beneath it, thick and heavy. He groaned under his breath, drawn in further, the human unable to help himself as he started kissing his way along the underside, hefting the heavy shaft over his head as he kissed, gummed, and nuzzled against it.

Something was coming undone in his head, some sort of hang-up that he’d hardly known was there. He moaned without shame as he buried his nose against the elephant’s balls, shivering as he felt the weight of that heavy shaft against his head. It was so full, so [i]big[/i] that it was impossible not to think of it.

As he nuzzled, as he sniffed, as he licked, he was vaguely aware of something else. Their little corner of the showers was…different. The spigot nearest them had turned into something more like a bucket collecting water, something to be tossed over someone rather than stood under and washed by. The floor went from tile to stone, and he could feel the warmth that had to be from something like a hot spring beneath his feet. The world…the world was different, almost more like a fantasy sauna or bathhouse.

Deleram gently took him by the head, looking down in his eyes. The elephant smiled indulgently, rubbing his cheek with his cock.

“Do you want to taste, little one?”

“Yes…”

“Good. Take the gift of your dungeon master…”

And so the elephant’s shaft slowly slid along his tongue. Alex had to open his mouth as wide as it would go just to fit the head inside, and he almost gagged as it hit the back of his throat. Thankfully, Deleram was taking his time, making sure that both of them had the time to get used to the feeling of that thick thing being where it was.

They weren’t invisible, he knew, but the others weren’t bothered. If anything, they seemed to be a bit inspired. The dragon had gone to his knees in front of the wolf, and the orc was wandering over to them. As Alex sucked softly, pulling the head of that shaft a bit deeper, the green-skinned man stopped right behind him.

“You’re having fun, aren’t you, prince?”

“Yes, I am.”

“He one of yours?”

“He will be.”

“You mind if I get those pants off him? He’s got a hot ass, and it’d look better without those shorts.”

“It’s going to look even better in a moment; take them off, so that he has something to wear home.”

[i]Prince? Home? What?[/i]

“Gonna leave this little pocket?” the orc asked as green fingers sunk into Alex’s shorts. “It’s going to spread, you know.”

“That’s the point. This world is sad. Lonely. It needs a little…uplift.”

He wanted to question what was going on, but Deleram took that point to grab him by the back of the head, slowly guiding him forward. Questions tended to disappear when a dick nearly as fat as your wrist was being pushed into your throat, and all of your attention had to go to keep from gagging.

As he bobbed back and forth, he felt the jockstrap getting ever tighter around his hips and ass, and it didn’t help when the shorts came off. Even as his ass cheeks got a bit of fresh air around them, he swore that there was more of a jiggle and a wobble back there than there should have been. He –

No, no, focus on the cock. Focus on the musky, thick, gray elephant cock. He didn’t know what to do with it, didn’t know how to handle something so large, so he let Deleram guide him, turning his head this way and that, and tried to throw what little tongue action he had seen in the pornos into the whole thing.

There was something to the musk that was drawing him back down. Not quite like what had happened on the park bench, but similar, making him soft, happy, relaxed, eager to follow through on this…this depravity…

His mind slid a bit, dropping further, further, further down the more that he breathed it in, and the more he relaxed, the more of that cock he could take. He opened his mouth that much wider, moaning as the shaft finally slipped into his throat. His hands rested on the bench, squeezing it, even as the orc squeezed his ass cheeks.

“Definitely got the look of a courtesan, highness. You’re going to make him into a hell of a toy.”

“More than a toy, old friend...far more than a toy.”

“Heh, you think he can take it?”

“I’ve seen what he will become...he is already good, and I will make him amazing.”

Alex didn’t know what that meant, but then again, he was having a hard time thinking about anything. All that mattered to him was that the DM was good, and that he was wanted. That...that mattered more than he expected, as he sucked that shaft right down to the base as he slid into brainless submission.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]