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Disclaimer - This is a work or surreal and strange erotic fiction. It involves thirty seven kinds of touching that would make your mother blush in addition to a bizarre animalistic transformation. So please, don't read this if A. it would be unlawful for you to read Porn, or B. You are already depressed that such a work exists.

A Supple Wish

Shawn had gotten the group together that Wednesday night with the promise of something to do. What it was in particular he was very evasive about, but he had a point when he said it wasn't like the rest of them had anything better to do. Linda and Steph both came along, Linda grumbling something about it being a waste of time while Steph had her usual good-natured enthusiasm. Dane had been hanging out with this particularly diverse group ever since he arrived on campus, and so he quietly followed along as Shawn herded them into his black Mercedes and they drove off of campus into an usually nice summer evening, talking about their classes and guessing what Shawn had in store for them.

"This had better not be another try at homemade Molotov cocktails . . ." Linda peered vulture-like over the back seat, her shoulder length black hair blowing in the AC.

"Hey, it wasn't that bad. We had fun right?" Shawn grinned back in the rear-view mirror, hands lightly turning the wheel as they cruised through some old neighborhood.

"You burnt my bag and half of my text books . . ." she retorted icily.

"And I paid you back for them! We all learned a valuable life lesson." Shawn's family was wealthy, which made his coming to a state school odd, even if he was in the business program.

"I don't think we should do pyrotechnics anymore either," Steph chimed in. "I heard that burning gasoline in open air is totally toxic. But I bet we're going to a concert somewhere." she tugged at the band on her long blonde ponytail as she spoke.

"Not even close!" Shawn retorted, "What about you Dane? Any guesses?"

"Huh, oh I dunno. I was just thinking about that physics class today, with the bowling ball as a pendulum. Who knew that basic science classes would be more like playing around at a garage sale." They laughed as Dane looked out the window at the old neighborhood. Every other house had a "For Sale" sign in front of it. The downturn had hit this area pretty hard.

Turning quietly into a long driveway, Shawn idled to the end and then brought the car to a halt. "Here we are, everybody out!"

Linda opened the door and peered at the peeling paint of an old three story house straight out of some overdone Victorian novel. "You realize that we can't get in there right? There's a huge lock on the door," she pointed out, stepping into the summer darkness.

"Oh ye of little faith." Shawn produced a key with a flourish. "My dad owns the realtor, just try not to look suspicious. You guys go ahead," he passed the key to Steph. "You'll love this." He walked behind his car and opened up his trunk as the other three unlocked the key box, and then the house, talking amongst themselves as they jiggled the old lock and pulled the door creakingly open. This place was big. Really big.

The furniture was kind of old, and there were dust covers on everything, but it had dual broad staircases and thick aged Persian looking rugs. As they stepped into the waiting room, Steph tried flicking the light-switch to no effect. The power must be out. Boisterously, a beam of light shined in the door, preceding Shawn, who slammed the door behind him. He had a large and heavy wooden box under one of his arms and a flashlight in the other.

"What's that?" Dane asked the obvious question, gesturing to the polished hardwood with various geometric patterns and designs on the outside.

Holding the flashlight below his chin Shawn spun around to them, "It holds your dreams or possibly, your worst nightmares Mua hahahahah!"

"Oh cut the theatrics," Linda sighed. "Why'd we have to come out here to see some old box?"

"Ah, but this isn't any old box," he walked with them and sat down on a dusty covered sofa with a fwoomph in what had to have once been the main living room. "This is a genuine Abyssinian Wishing Box."

"Isn't that somewhere in Ethiopia?" Dane queried.

"Does it play music!?" Steph asked, hands clenched in excitement.

"I don't know, and probably not. But I totally got it appraised, and aside from being a solid investment that will only go up in price, my antiques guy said that it's probably never been opened before!"

"So you think we should open it and make a wish?" Linda posited sardonically.

"Of course I do! What else would you do with an Abyssinian Wishing Box? And this is like the perfect place to to it, so Spooooooky!" they all laughed at that.

"So how do we open it?" Steph asked, cocking her head to the side. The box didn't seem to have any latches or anything.

"With a key of course," Shawn dug around in his pocket, producing a small crooked looking brass key.

"You are just chock full of keys tonight," Dane chuckled. Genuinely curious as to what was in the box. It was probably just empty, but for some reason the idea of something that had been made but never opened excited him.

"Alright, so," he rested the key in the almost invisible keyhole set flush in the wood. "What are you all going to wish for?" he turned to the party, teeth flashing in the dimness.

"You go first," Linda shot back, brows furrowing as she considered.

"Alright, that's easy. I wish I was rich!" he shrugged.

"But you're already rich!" Steph complained, folding her arms against her rather shapely chest.

"No, my parents are rich. And look at how well it's worked out for them!" He motioned to the house around them, one of hundreds that his family no doubt owned. They all groaned as he laughed it off. "Alright, now you have to tell me yours."

"Fine," Linda spoke mockingly. "I wish I owned everything."

There was a silence as they all looked at her.

"Thinking big eh, I like it!" Shawn simpered.

"But, what would you do with . . . well, everything?" Steph cocked her head to the side.

"I don't know. Whatever I want I guess. It seems a lot better than just money though," she sneered jokingly at Shawn. "How about you Steph?"

"Me?" she paused as if just then thinking about it. "I guess I'd just want to be like, really healthy."

There was another moment of silence and then a few chuckles.

"You know, because you can't use any of that money or . . . everything if your body doesn't work." That got a few nods of agreement as they murmured. She had a point, and it wasn't like any of this stuff was going to come true anyways.

Then all of their eyes turned to Dane, whose mind was still racing. He felt like he had to somehow one-up all of their wishes, but he also considered what he really wanted. It was kind of embarrassing, and so he made his wish as vague as possible. "I wish that people saw me as . . . well uhh, however I wanted them to" He spoke slowly, it sounded kind of wrong.

"What do you mean? What kind of a wish is that?" Linda called him out.

"Uhh, think about it. What if you made people see you as something they wished for. It'd make you like, even better than all of the other things they wanted . . . You could be everything they desired. Anything you chose to be." His cheeks were flushed with the red of a blush. He wasn't very good at explaining things like this. But he got some nods of assent and considering approval.

"Alright, well, if we've all got our wishes, then let's do this!" Shawn leaned in toward the box.

"But how does it work!?" Steph spoke up hurriedly.

"Hah, I dunno. Just think about it really hard or something." He turned the key as they laughed; Steph was clenching her eyes shut in concentration.

A loud click rung out as he turned the key in the lock. There were no handles or anything to grab, but as he tried to pull the key back, the wood fanned out in an elaborate mechanical display and they all gasped.

There was a little plume of light . . . that was probably just dust from the box shining in the beam of the flashlight that Dane now held. Everyone waited, wanting to believe for just a second that it was magic. Then, the most terrible thing happened:

Nothing.

They all leaned in. "Well, at least it was a pretty cool box," Shawn shrugged as they all peered inside the mahogany interior.

"What's inside?" Steph asked. "Did it work?"

"Oh, you know, hopes, dreams, and unicorns. And dust. Lots of dust," Linda cooly replied. "We know you dyed your hair, but you don't have to act blonde."

Steph rolled her eyes, used to Linda's deadpan sense of humor.

"Well we've all got class tomorrow so . . ." Dane interjected.

"Yeah, well, at least we tried. Another life experience gained!" and with that, Shawn folded up the box, ushered them outside, told Steph to make sure the house was locked, and let them all pile back into his sleek black car.

"So did anyone actually do the reading for European Lit tomorrow?" The car was silent as it glided on through the night, taking them back to their various places of residence.

Dane spent a good portion of the night staring up at his dorm room ceiling, thinking about what he had wished for. He'd always been kind of a wallflower, just in the background of things. When he spoke up people always looked at him strangely. What if there was some way he could just be the center of attention, to be whatever he wanted and have people love him for it . . .

Those were the muddled thoughts that percolated through his mind as he drifted off to sleep.

* * *

The next day they all found themselves in ENG 127, sitting around in the very back of the large auditorium and gossiping as they waited for Linda to show up. These were the best seats, behind everyone else, and far enough away from the front that a whispered comment wouldn't draw the lecturer's academic wrath. Some of the other students were filing into the room as they all awaited the aged professor.

"Hey there Dane!" Shawn sat down with a creak, putting his feet up on the row of seats in front of him. "Looking good man, new hair cut?"

"Nope, just the same old me," Dane shrugged, dragging his notebook from his book-bag. "What about you?"

"Oh man, things are great! You know all of those CDOs I bought for pennies on the dollar after the crash?"

"Not really, but I'll pretend that I do . . ."

"Well, the government is going to expand the TARP payoffs to private owners!" Shawn was giddy with excitement.

"And that means?" Dane shrugged.

"Well, pretty soon I'm going to be a very rich man," he blew against his knuckles and polished them against his Oxford shirt comically. "Guess the box really worked," he joked.

"Well, that's nothing," Steph interjected boisterously. "This morning I had the best workout _ Ever! _" she tossed her head with giddiness.

"I found this new diet online for like, the most complete pre-workout smoothie known to mankind. You just need an egg, Grapenuts, barley grass, rose hips, agave nectar, paprika, corn starch, red lentils . . ." the list went on as those around her stared in culinary terror. "But it was like, _the_best. I did like three reps of my normal workout and felt _so_good doing it. Oh, by the way, that's a really nice new shirt Dane, it really matches your eyes.

Dane looked down at his faded gray tee-shirt, he'd had this thing forever . . . It would be awkward to tell her, so he he didn't say anything. "Oh, hey Linda!"

Silently, Linda sat down next to him, grabbing his notebook and setting it in front of her. "Uhhh . . . do you need to borrow a piece of paper?" Dane had never seen her be quite so forward in her misanthropy.

"From what? This is my notebook," she grinned at their perplexity. "Philosophy class today was amazing. We got to the cognitive principle of ownership, and you know what? It's all a bunch of bullshit."

"How do you mean?" Shawn interrupted her, brows furrowed.

"Well, if I claimed that this was my note book (as it is) could you prove I was wrong?" Linda grinned. "There is nothing in this paper that is anyone's. You could take it apart atom by atom and never find an ounce of ownership anywhere in it," she finished triumphantly. "No one owns anything, or, everyone owns everything."

Shawn rolled his eyes. "Whatever Mrs. Marx," she glowered as he chuckled.

"But Dane," Linda continued. "I really could use a sheet of paper." She handed the notebook back, holding onto it for just a second longer than usual as if savoring the tenuous contact.

The professor finally arrived and the class quieted down as they began to take notes on Cervantes and the events that led up to Don Quixote. As the class droned on, Dane was startled when a hand abruptly started running itself through his short brown hair.

"Uh, Shawn," Dane whispered awkwardly. "What are you doing?"

"You just have really nice hair man," Shawn shrugged as he scraped his fingers slowly against his scalp. "It's like silk."

This was a little weird. But Dane didn't want to make a scene, this was probably just another one of Shawn's odd eccentricities. The professor didn't seem to notice, and no one else was looking backwards, so he let it slide. It did feel kind of nice. And he liked that people noticed his hair. . .

It wasn't long before a pair of hands from behind him joined in on the joke, whatever it was; kneading against the back of his neck.

"Steph?"

"Just look at how stiff your neck is!" she said it like it was a travesty. "Hmmm, and your skin is just so smooth. You really have to tell me what kind of body wash you use. . ."

"Uhhh, I can tell you after class but . . ." the professor raised an eyebrow in his direction, and so he stopped mid sentence. But the hands rubbing over his body didn't even pause. There were a few of the other students in the class looking back at him now as well, but oddly enough, not a single peal of laughter or snort of derision rang out. Not even a giggle. Dane was confused, but the same time, he had to admit that it felt pretty good. This was probably all some kind of joke.

His eyes widened as Linda's small smooth hand slipped under his shirt and started rubbing against his stomach absentmindedly, tickling around his bellybutton.

"Linda!?" Dane thought she was the last kind of person who would join in on a prank like this.

"You know. I really think you have something that approaches the ideal form here," she murmured, nails making his skin tingle. "' Don't know why I never really noticed before.

Dane's cheeks burned as all of his friends continued to rub and knead at his body. Literally about half of the class was watching them now, heads turned with amused smiles and something else in their eyes; like they wanted to join in. Cheeks burning, Dane wanted to dig a hole and hide himself, but there was also an strange inner felling that encouraged him to do the opposite, to let them all admire his beautiful body.

"Alright class, I can see you're getting a little restless. So why don't we take a five minute break, and when I return we can discuss the implication of Sancho Panza being the story teller." As usual, the old tweed coated poet fished a cigarette out of his pocket and walked out the door as he did almost every class.

But instead of bursting into conversation, or leaving to stretch their legs, the rest of the class sat enraptured by the sight of hands stroking over Dane's body.

"Alright guys, professor's gone: Show's over." It was so strange that they didn't just stop. Was the whole class in on this too? No one was saying anything. His cheeks burned as he tried to pull away, but it was hard. It did feel nice, and having everyone look in on him. . . maybe they weren't judging?

"You know, I never noticed before how pointy your ears were," Shawn mentioned as he rubbed against Dane's sensitive lobes. "God, they're just so beautiful, and soft, and velvety white."

What the . . .? Dane reached up and felt next to Shawn's warm large hands. His ears did feel strange, but in a good way. They were thin, warm, smooth, and he realized that he could move them, flick them in pleasure as they were teased gently. They weren't this way before . . . but it did feel nice, and having someone tell him that they were alright, or even . . . desirable, made Dane feel warm inside, still uncomfortable enough to blush, but something was changing; something that he'd always wanted . . .

"Just look at this strong neck," Steph breathed behind him. "You must do mad crunches to get something as athletic as this," she ran a finger around the edge of his collar. "But still so graceful, and silky. Mmmm, oh I've never seen fur just so perfectly white."

Ears perking up as his neck became more sensitive, Dane was shocked to feel the white ruff of forming fur begin to tickle in on the nape of his neck. "Wait, something's wrong here. I don't know what's going on . . ."

They all stopped immediately, looking at him with concerned eyes.

"Is something wrong?" Steph asked, concern in her voice completely genuine.

"I uhhh," Dane hesitated. His body now felt like it was missing something without their warm pampering. If they didn't mind then . . . maybe he did kind of like it. What was the harm in it? "Nothing, I was just thinking," he sighed in contentment as they leaned back in, praising him as their hands rubbed over his amazing body.

"Your belly is just so tight and warm," Linda's hand bulged out under his thin shirt. "I can't imagine why you'd ever hide something so perfectly sculpted behind a shirt."

Dane had never heard anyone refer to his thin frame as 'sculpted' before, but he liked it; feeling as if he was being congratulated for being some kind of master architect, and with the way his body was growing, the shirt wouldn't last long.

"Ohh, that's so infuriating," she sighed. "I wish I had nice soft fur like you do. It's really just unfair that you're so lucky," she scratched his belly, making him squirm. It was really nice having fur; he couldn't deny it. So much glossier and softer than flat simple skin, and he could see it in his mind, soft downy and white as snow; everyone else would love it.

Some of the class began to wordlessly bunch in closer, watching with hungry eyes as he leaned back and gave into the wonderful feelings.

"I can't believe I asked if you got a haircut. With a soft white coat like this it'd be a sin to trim a single hair," Shawn stroked along his head, hands creeping down to rub at his temples. "Ohh, and it gets a little shorter here by your eyes. Man, I wish I could buy something like this . . ." he scritched and scratched as Dane moaned in pleasure, feeling his body becoming exactly how he wanted the others to see him.

"And such long graceful arms," Linda stretched out one of his limbs, graceful and more delicate than he remembered it being. "I can feel the sinewy strength under the fur, my god. I bet you could bench like a ton and still look super sexy doing it. . ." her hands slid up and down his limbs, past his elbows, smoothly running down and then scraping up against the grain of his forming luscious coat. "Mmm, and I's wager that those long slender fingers are just amazingly agile. Even a pianist would be jealous of digits like these," her hands entwined with his squeezing between his lengthening fingers as she spoke. They were remarkably sensitive and dainty to boot as they curled in pleasure.

Linda's hands were moving up his chest, tickling across his ribs as puffy whiteness brushed against his shirt and combed through her fingers. She kneaded in against his pectorals, admiring lust evident in her eyes. "My god, your chest is just so soft and yielding. Yeah, my god. Just look at those curves."

Dane looked down in surprise, watching her knead against his swelling chest. Everyone loved breasts right? He'd seen people's heads turn on the street before just because a busty woman was walking by. Now everyone was looking at him, and it felt good.

"Yeah, they're so nice and round," she unabashedly palmed his forming feminine mounds. There was nary a gasp or even a head turned away in their rapt audience, as they all watched with pensive rapture, man and woman alike. "These would look so nice in something tight and revealing," she mused as the flesh filled her carefully kneading hands.

That gave Dane a strange feeling. Why didn't he have on something that people wanted to see? Something alluring and tight, not just to show off his body, but to be an integral part of his image. He closed his eyes and thought about it, something shiny and tight, pure black in contrast to his fluffy coat.

He felt his shirt tightening against his chest, and grinned as he opened his eyes, looking down as the thin fabric of his gray tee-shirt strained out and then burst open with a ripping tear. Underneath, it revealed supple skin-tight sheer blackness, pulling up and revealing his midriff as it formed a perfect tightness around his sensitive breasts. It condensed further, supporting his bust as it became something more like the top of a shining jet black two piece; sexy and stylish. It was perfect, snug around his taut flesh that jostled as he sighed out and Linda teased his nipples through the soft sleek smoothness of the polished fabric.

But why stop there? People liked fashion, and he knew what they wanted. Jet black fingerless gloves crept into existence along his graceful hands, accentuating his adroit fingers as he spread them out and turned his new hands over for inspection, drawing a satisfied sigh from Steph who looked like she had seen an angel descend to earth.

Shawn leaned in beside him, running a tongue up the side of his furry cheek, nuzzling against him like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Oh man, I can't believe that I never actually touched your muzzle before," his fingers scratched below Dane's furry white chin. "Your such a good friend for just letting me. Jeeze, just feel how thin and smooth your lips are. Oh man, your mouth is so warm," his fingers slipped inside Dane's delightfully swelling canine face. He could taste the salt on Shawn's fingers as they reverently brushed over his forming canines and squeezed around his long slippery pink tongue with a squelch. It was such an odd experience, but there was a deep reverent respect involve as Shawn tickled against him inside and out. Dane felt more and more comfortable, strangely at home, loving his new sleek mouth as it was teased.

"Even your breath smells good man," he leaned in like they were lovers as their lips pressed together and they kissed, his tongue sliding around Dane's now canine mouth, as if he were trying to fix every detail into his mind. He watched enraptured as he saw the perfect creature's eyes brighten to a scintillating greenish hue.

Dane's nose darkened, becoming broad panting and dog-like as it glistened at the end of his perfect animal muzzle. He could smell everyone's adoration like it was a strong perfume as his best friends continued to rub and lick, nuzzle and praise him for being so beautiful. The last threads of his shyness were dissolving away as he gave himself to his onlookers, a gift with value beyond measure.

Something compelled him to stand up, there was a gasp from the audience that startled him at first until he realized that it was the same gasp that you might hear when a sculpture was revealed for the first time. Twisting around, he pressed his black gloved hand against the soft tightness of his black clad chest as his spine twisted with a newly found flexibility. He already stood a good head taller than most of his classmates.

"Yes. Really, you're just so flawless." Steph's hands rubbed down the small of his back. "And how did people ever let you wander by without wanting to just stroke and tug at this?" There was a sensuous yank behind him as Dane turned over his shoulder, grinning as he saw Steph slowly moving her hand through the fur of his growing husky tail, white fluffy dense fur tingling in thicker as the new appendage pressed out, curling up behind him longer and longer with a cute animal bob. "I wish I could get something like this from working out . . ." she placed the sensitive tip in her mouth, nibbling over the downy end as Dane shuddered at the new sensation.

No one even noticed when the professor walked back into the room. He wondered what was going on before he saw Dane's stunning form, and shuffled up with the rest of the students, desperately wanting to get a closer look, but not daring to interfere for fear of ruining a body much finer than any work of art.

Dane looked down past his furry supple belly at his rather disappointing khaki pants. He thought about how much nicer it would be if they matched his top and its tight glossy material. It was amazing to watch the changes take place. No one seemed to notice the seam splitting metamorphisis except for him as his legs bulged against the simple frail cotton, tearing it to shreds as his shapely limbs grew. But everyone was envious of the final product that he revealed. Form fitting blackness engulfed his lengthening curvacious legs, rising all the way up his hips just below his wagging fluffy tail. Now he felt better, sleek blackness accentuating his desirable body.

Steph and Shawn were both awestruck, as if suddenly realizing how sexy their friend really was. "Just look at that nice supple ass," Shawn leaned down and squeezed at the black clad flesh as Dane grinned and it rounded out slowly, taut and more feminine as they admired it.

Steph's fingers pressed against the tight flesh, "Mmmm, just feel that tight muscle, so strong and supple. Oh my god, I can feel it just seethe with raw power as that fluffy flag you have there waves about. So cute!"

It did nook nice. Dane admired himself as they rubbed and kneaded while his hips widened out enticingly.

Kneeling between Dane's lengthening legs, Linda ran a hand up the blackness between his inner thighs. "Just look at how sexy this is." She kneaded in at his crotch. "So flat and pristine,"

Dane's ears perked up. Flat? He peered down between his legs as she rubbed. Yeah, he could see it now. That's what he wanted, and everyone else did too. Smooth and sultry, feminine and infinitely alluring. His thin lips curled up in a smile

"Too bad you're wearing pants though . . ." she sighed as she kneaded in at the increasingly sensitive area between his luscious legs. Dane considered. He loved the way his legs looked, coated in tight form fitting blackness that was even more sensitive than his furry pelt. A solution entered into his mind, a captivating compromise.

The stretchy blackness pulled back down his wide hips, making him pant in excitement as he could feel the shining darkness like it was his own skin. It split into two as it slowly slid into place around the tops of each of his shapely thighs like perfect long sexy stockings. Linda fairly purred as her hands crept towards his fluffy fur obscured femininity.

"Hell, even your vag is cute." She stroked her hand in closer, making Dane's eyes widen and tail flop around wildly, batting against Steph and Shawn while she ran a practiced finger around the perfectly formed pink female slit, spreading his labia gently and teasing his clit with gentle slow rubbing. Dane's tongue panted out in loud canine huffs. He didn't even care that everyone was watching. In fact, he loved it. Everyone's eyes were on him and he knew that they liked what they saw as he posed himself, bulging chest and flexible thighs titillating the transfixed audience as a growl of pleasure escaped his lips.

Pink tongue panting, he climbed up and sat on the back of his seat, legs splayed in front of him in a sensuously relaxed pose. Looking down at his still simple and boring sneakers he thought to himself about what could make him better. Something black, but with suggestive heels that would make his long legs seem all the longer. But it had to be a part of him, not just something to be thrown in a closet, but a physical manifestation of who he was.

Shawn slid his arms down from his slick glossy black stockings to one of his changing feet as Steph grabbed and kneaded at the other. The leather outsides of his shoes cracked and buckled out as thick sensitive blackness at the backs of his feet pressed out into blunt long high-heels, tearing through the shoe's flimsy soles. He could feel their fingers tug and pinch at the perfect feminine heels as they grew more and more sensitive. His arms spread to his sides and grasped the seat backs around him as he leaned back and moaned in bliss.

His toes clenched together as the last of his useless shoes were torn from his swelling feet, kneaded and massaged as they formed into a sleek sexy solid shoe-like point that blazed with sensation as Shawn leaned in and ran his tongue over its slick surface, leaving a cool streak of saliva while Steph rubbed and nuzzled against the other perfectly forming sensitive appendage.

But the solid shining black was a little too monotonous, even though it was so glimmering and sleek. He needed an accent, something to make his whole ensemble pop. It was a delightfully smooth transition as his elevated heels and soles faded into a vibrant minty green, subdued enough to blend in, but the perfect shade to accentuate the curvature of his beautiful new feet, matching the bright gleam in his eyes.

Some of the other students were moving in now, hands reverently combing through his luscious white fur or sliding over the slick sheen of the leggings that were very much a part of him, sending jolts of pleasure through his spine as his pink canine tongue panted out. Someone nibbled at one of his ears delicately while another set of hands played out along the length of his curled husky tail. His whole body was long, limber, and exceptionally sleek; exactly like he wanted to be in a way that was more empowering than anything else in his life. He was wanted, desired, and he loved it.

He let his white fingered black clad hands entwine with total strangers' knowing full well that they only wanted to be closer to him while sets of inquisitive and adoring hands stroked across the exposed fur on his bare midriff. As he reveled in the sensations a delicate but thick leather collar with a gold clasp formed delightfully around his neck, dark and sleek against his snowy fluff as his changes were finally complete and he let his audience press in. Their passion enveloped him in a wave of tender kneading squeezing licking and combing over every inch of his flawless form.

It was amazing. And every stroke over his body just made him feel more and more confident as fingers combed through his fur, palming his tight breasts and running under the softness of his armpits. Someone nibbled on the solid tip of his feet while people rubbed their entire bodies against his outstretched legs. On every tongue there were murmured words of praise that showed him just how important he really was.

Slowly rising to his feet, Dane shivered at the feel of the floor on his sensitive new heels. His deliciously sensual form towered over his onlookers as he lifted his arms up in a stretch, breasts straining against their tight black covering. Respectfully, his audience gave him enough room to stretch out the rest of his new lithe form as well, neck rolling cutely to the side and white fluffy rounded ass revealed under his wagging tail.

"I'm going to go back to my room now, if anyone would like to join me," his voice was a low feminine rumble of unadulterated passion. With slow clicking steps, he cut his way through the awestruck crowd. Shawn, Linda, and Steph all clung to him, hands on his silky coat as they were followed silently by the entire class as he walked into the sunlight where the brightness lit up his unblemished fur.

It felt so strange to walk across the campus in a surreal state of beautiful silence. His tail bobbed about happily behind him, the eyes of his worshipers all following its swishing length with reverence. This many people would never fit in his dorm room, but there was a nice big abandoned three story house that he knew of where they could all get a little bit closer to him.

He grinned with shapely canine teeth as he strutted through the streets, crowd behind him growing. Although he might not have enunciated his wish in the clearest of terms, in the end, he got exactly what he truly desired.