Goop
It had started with a single rock. Ordinary by some standards until someone took the trouble to crack it open. Inside was a perfectly fossilized egg, like no one had ever seen before. The shell with thick and calcified, almost like a chicken egg, and from the layers of the soil around it, it had to have been encased and then forgotten. An astounding find to be sure, particularly when the egg measured almost a foot from tip to tip. Whatever laid it must have been huge.
Such things rarely take long before they end up in one lab or another, and in this case it ended up in the lab of a Dr. Michael Davidson. A paleontologist by trade, he was the one who had tracked down and located this egg upon its original appearance. Under appreciated and mostly ignored, he was a part-time professor, and full time researcher at the local university. He had his own lab and office and that was the extent that anyone thought of him. Oddly enough, after he gained possession of the egg, it too fell into obscurity, almost as if cloaked by the doctor's own experiences.
Gleefully, he began with an examination of the mud, which revealed little beyond the age of the egg and possible food sources that such a creature that laid this may have eaten. Bones were all of relatively small mammals that could have been found at the time. This however, was a never ending source of joy to the professor. This was a dinosaur of some type, but nothing suggested a species. However the shell of the egg didn't match anything currently available in databases or in historical records. Again, another reason to smile; a dinosaur, of unknown type, that no one had _ever_ seen before.
The strangest thing was to come when the shell was broken open. Tests were completed on the outer casing, and, in the middle of the night as half-crazed professors are wont to do, he dove into an examination of the inside of the egg. Of course, he fully expected it to be hollowed or also filled with debris and perhaps a little genetic material. What he did not expect was a pool of viscous goo that lingered in a disturbing puddle at the base of the egg. Moisture? Inside a five-hundred million year old egg? How was this possible? Either this shell was something truly amazing, or whatever laid it was an excellent, if a bit absent-minded, nest builder. The smell wasn't foul, but certainly nothing one would wish to stick ones nose into. The professor drew an extract, and began to work on decoding its secrets.
Whatever had originally been within the egg was gone, that was certain from the tests. All that remained in the goop were colonies of bacteria or viruses, cellular biology was not his strong point, living in colonies, feeding off of the ambient waste at an alarmingly slow rate. Almost as if they were in an induced torpor of some kind. Each had a large growth attached to them, a ball of what appeared to be random genetic material. This subnuclei seemed wholly extraneous, almost like a waist bucket for the devoured proteins that couldn't be digested. However, to a scientist, this was a gold mine. Bundles of five-hundred million year old genetic material can't be bought at the local store, and here was some, perfectly preserved inside these strange little creatures.
Immediately, he set about preparing a dish for the bacteria. Obviously, they had evolved the hibernation to survive in such limited resources, and so likely required the output of a large quantity of food for them to 'wake up'. They appeared to 'eat' loose amino acids, and so he set about making a protein bath for them in a large cylinder. To start, he introduced one. The reaction was spontaneous, the bacteria began devouring the amino acids like a creature possessed. The rate of division grew exponentially in a matter of seconds. By the time the professor had blinked, a large ball of the viscous fluid he had found in the egg was already visible in the cylinder and growing rapidly. It stopped when the bath was down to forty percent of its original amino acid content, the thick blob hovering in the middle of the container like an egg of its own.
This was astounding. Extracting one of the new bacteria, he found that it retained the extraneous genetic material, but had also absorbed some from the protein bath. The bath was made from cultured human cells, as he could readily get from students doing lab experiments or himself, and the bacteria appeared to be flourishing in it. All this was staggering. In only a few weeks, he had not only found a new form of life, but a very strange one at that. Sealing up the container and the egg, he locked up the lab, shutting off the lights and gathering his notes before heading off to bed. With all of this still swirling in his mind, he failed to remember the midnight appointment he had with one of the students for an astrophysics primer. Astronomy had been his second love, and he kept himself apprised of recent developments with his students.
Enter Hugh. A relatively young and naive student, he rushed to the lab, portable telescope in tow and knocked on the door. Garnering no response, he fished around in his pockets, producing the key he had been issued to enter the lab in case the professor was busy with his work. Of course the professor was always busy and lately he had begun to wonder why he even bothered knocking. The door opened with a click and Hugh entered the darkened room, shutting the door behind him.
"Hello?" He called out, getting no reply.
He shrugged and assumed the professor was out for the moment and would return. He had never missed an appointment before and was unlikely to considering the interest he held in the meteor shower that was to happen tonight. Hugh crept over to a table, finding a seat and pulling out a book to browse over while he waited, and waited, and waited. The minutes crept by until it was nearly one in the morning and Hugh was yawning. He dragged himself to his feet and staggered over towards the office door where he knew he could find the coffee maker to give him enough energy to at least make it home to his dorm room without passing out on the quad.
A few moments of gurgling later, and a fresh cup of coffee was slowly being ingested by the young man. He hated the taste of the stuff, but it began to wake him up. Sitting in the small specimen refrigerator next to the desk was an exceptionally large egg with some kind of gel in the bottom of it. It looked as if the professor had found another fossil, but Hugh had no clue what the goo was in the bottom. Curiosity got the better of him and he pulled on a pair of latex gloves and cracked open the fridge. Undoing the seal on the container, the touched the goo with a latex covered finger, expecting it to be hard, like amber considering the apparent age of the fossil. However it bowed and glopped unpleasantly around the finger and he withdrew it quickly, sealing everything back up with his clean hand.
The goo seemed to coagulate around the heat of his fingertip, not trickling down the glove, which he was happy for. He peeled off both gloves, his thumb brushing over the goop and smearing a little on his bared skin. He quickly rushed to the sink and scrubbed thoroughly, throwing the gloves in the biohazard container in the lab. He had grown weary of waiting and simply packed his things, shut off the lights, and trudged out the door and back to his cramped room.
He had managed to not get a roommate, mostly because of his protestations to the housing board, and was happy about it once more tonight. His legs felt like rubber and he collapsed onto the bed, not even bothering to remove his clothing. His head sunk back into the pillow, his brain fuzzy from lack of sleep and the coffee as he just stayed there, motionless for a moment. Then, it began to happen.
His nose began to twitch and itch like crazy, his whole body feeling achy and vaguely nauseous. He could feel this rippling sensation cascading over his body. He drug himself out of bed, feeling a little woozy and stumbled over to turn on the lights. He looked into the full length mirror before him and blinked.
Slowly, he could see his skin undulate under his shirt. He took it off, almost popping the buttons and threw it to the floor. The bulge of his belly began to shift, the skin pulling taut as inch after inch of fat melted away, the smooth bumps of his abdominal muscles becoming visible. His torso tensed as they begin to swell, strength oozing through them. His chest did much the same thing, his pectorals broadening, thickening as they became plates of hard muscle framing his shoulders. He stripped off his pants as well, his thighs tensing and growing sleeker, more defined. Hugh now stared at the body of a well-developed jock, strength oozing through his arms as they also thickened with muscle.
The tingling grew more intense as with a sudden rush of breath he felt his skin begin to dry, staring at his hands, he noticed scales beginning to form, his body hair either falling out or retracting back into his body. The scales spread over him like wildfire, thickening and hardening until his skin felt like a lizard. Touching the scales they were smooth, but quite tough, not yielding like most reptiles. The tingling now rushed down his spine and the sound of shredded clothing followed. A thick, wide tail now jutted out from the base of his spine, at least three feet in length, and had torn his briefs asunder.
It was now that the tingling focused around his face and groin. With a steady groan, his face began to contort, lengthening into an elongated muzzle, rows of sharp teeth replacing blunt human ones. Simultaneously, his cock began to swell, drawing up against his belly as his balls drew inward, sliding into a genital slit. The scarlet shaft began to ripple as well, ridges of hardened flesh raising up from its surface and bumpy spirals expanding from the sides. Hugh shuddered and groaned at the sensations washed over him. A now scaled hand, talons growing from the fingertips, engulfed the swollen member, stroking along its textured length as inch after inch of it continued to rise out of its slit.
His back arched as two broad, leathery wings sprouting out, the span of them reaching well to either side of the room. His new paw stroked fervently along the swollen shaft, which now reached to the middle of his belly, his scaled hips thrusting into it as his thick tail swayed behind him, his whole body quivering with new found desires. Every inch of him tingled from his flexing talons to the tip of his new tail. Hissing snarls escaped from his scaled lips as with a final thrust into his massive paw, he erupted across the wall before him in a torrent.
The ache echoed in his loins, thighs tensed as he felt a flood pour from him. His paw fell away from his spasming member, slapping wetly against the wall as he tried to keep himself standing. Pulse after pulse rocketed out of him until, after a seeming eternity, his hefty shaft shuddered out the last few drops. Sagging forward against the wall, he panted heavily. His chest flexing in short, ragged movements as the blend of new hormones and intoxicating pleasure began to settle.
Thoughts rushed back to him, his eyes darting to a nearby mirror as he took in what had happened.
He was massive, a good foot and a half taller and nearly twice as broad. Every inch of him pressed against his leathery, scaled hide as if it were near to bursting. The wings arching from his back fluttered for a moment, as he managed to assert enough control to force them to lay against his sinuous back. His scales were pebbled, roughly textured and built for defense. It was unlike any other reptile he'd seen before, not that he'd studied many. Talons jutted from tips of his fingers, now reduced from four to three, and glistened menacingly in the florescent lighting of the dorm room. His new face was a broad and squat triangle, devoid of protrusions but still ridged by the thick scales lining his jaw and following his former hairline. Pearly white teeth, each rough and jagged to the tip, glistened when he parted his scaled lips. Whatever had happened, he certainly wasn't quite himself anymore.
His nostrils flared as he picked up the scent of his previous ... emissions. It coated the carpet and half of the wall, slowly drying to a sticky mess. Without thinking he grabbed a towel and proceeded to try to scrub up the mess, only managing to come away with a tattered piece of cum-soaked cloth. He snarled and tossed it into the garbage before grabbing another.
Four towels and an awkward hand wash later, he stepped back over to the mirror. Still firmly reptilian and built like a brick wall, he tried to gather his thoughts.
The egg!
He'd touched the egg before all this happened. There had to be something going on there. Maybe he could get back there, find some way to get back to normal. 'Definitely,' he thought, his eyes darting back to the mirror to catch the new curve of his massive chest and the sharply cut contours of his hips, 'normal.' He found an odd itching coming from his groin as his eyes lingered on the curve of his new backside. The base of his new tail arching just so and drawing the eyes downward. The tingle grew a little more, the flesh of his new slit parting as the tip of his shaft slid between the folds of flesh.
Shaking his head, he tore his gaze away, trying the force down the rush of hormones. He had to figure this out; had to do something. Stopping for a moment, he looked to the door and then back at himself. How was he going to get back to the lab looking like this? As his gaze panned across the room, it fell on the broad window facing out towards the quad. Looking back, the tips of his wings flickering, he began to form a plan.
The cold wind whipped across his scales as the membranous wings fluttered and shifted to catch the updrafts. It had been a rough start, both fitting his bulky new body through the window and overcoming the strange new form of motion but he was flying! Flying though the sky effortlessly on his own leathery wings! He could see the campus beneath him, flickering with dotted lights and a few people shuffling back and forth between the library and the dorms. It was exhilarating, mind-numbingly frightening and yet so natural, so ... normal.
He settled down in the bushes behind the lab and glanced in through the windows. The professor hadn't returned yet. Resting on the shelf of the specimen fridge was the egg, undisturbed. Gingerly, with talons as thick around as two of his old fingers, he nudged the window open and squirmed his way inside.
By the time he reached the sample, he found himself frozen in place. What did he intend to accomplish? All he thought about was getting there as if that would somehow solve his issue. He slumped down onto a metal stool, his frame protesting at the weight, and stared at the egg.
"What do I do now?" He rumbled, waiting for some kind of response.
As if in answer, the door lock clicked. Someone else was entering the lab and despite the relatively low light, Hugh wasn't about to remain unseen. Struggling to stand in a flurry of wings and massive limbs, he managed to move little more than a foot before the overhead lights buzzed to life.
He froze in mid-stride, teeth clenched in an awkward, surprised half smile as his nude, scaled backside was suddenly exposed to the newcomer. Biting his lip, his eyes darted around for any possible way of escaping. His expression changed, however, once the new arrival spoke.
"Woah!" The bespectacled student blurted, blinking in both surprise and his eyes adjusting to the lights. "Holy shit! What ... wow. Oh wow."
Hugh swallowed hard, eyes still darting around for a brief moment before what good judgment he had left caught up to him and he finally relaxed and embraced his fate.
"...hi." He awkwardly waved a massive paw. "Look I know I look weird ..."
"Can I touch you?"
Hugh blinked, "uh ... wha? Sure."
The other student reached out gingerly, brushing his smooth, warm hand against Hugh's flat belly. He tingled a little, a soft gasp escaping from his lips as he learned how sensitive his new scales were. The hand brushed softly over those ridges before slowly pulling back. The young man was visibly flush and flustered.
"So awesome." He breathed out. "You are ... oh boy ..." He swiftly moved the handful of books he'd cradled in his other hand downward as he gently crossed his legs.
Hugh was flabergasted. "You're not afraid?" His eyeridges knitted as his nostrils began to twitch. There was something in the air, something vaguely familiar but different. Subtle, just barely perceptible but definitely there. He looked down at the blushing young man standing before him.
"You're ... you ... you like the way I look?"
The student swallowed, his hands trembling. He squeaked softly as his grip slipped and the books he so desperately used to hide his shame tumbled to the ground. Were the scent alone not enough, the rather obvious tent in his gray slacks clinched it. Hugh's eyes drew floorward, catching sight of a small drawing pad among the spilled debris. Facing up he could make out the crude sketch of a lizard man, reclining on a rock sporting a fairly obvious erection.
Hugh's eyes glanced back and forth across the room, his lips parted. On the one side, he'd bumped into what was likely the only person on campus who wouldn't call the police at the first sight of him. On the other, he'd also met the only person on campus who would have very different ideas about what to do to him. He looked down at himself, up at the student and smiled. No one knew who he was, or that he was here. There wasn't much point in staring at that egg until sunrise where someone else might discover him.
Besides, college was all about experimentation.
Gently, he pressed a talon against the young man's slacks and leaned in close. "I guess we know what's going to happen next, eh ...?" His massive paw closed around the young man's bulge, "so what's your name?"
"I-i-i-issac." He stuttered, gasping at the touch. "M-m-microbiology major."
"And herpetophile in more ways than one, it seems." Slowly, Hugh began to stroke along Issac's throbbing shaft. "Do you just like to draw them solo, or do they have partners?"
Issac whimpered softly, "sometimes. Sometimes it's me."
"Really?" Sliding a talon under the fabric, Hugh popped the button and pulled down the zipper smoothly. "What do they do to you ... in these pictures?"
Issac's hands brushed along the massive reptile's sides, his hips quivering as Hugh snapped the waistband of his briefs and exposed his throbbing shaft to the open air. "Sometimes ... they mount me."
Hugh smiled, letting a warm breath of air pass over Issac's groin. Maybe it was his willingness or the thundering hormones pulsing through his new body, but this was turning his crank in ways he hadn't even imagined. His lips parted as he arched his snout forward and engulfed Issac's shaft in his mouth. The young man squealed; his eyes locked on the sight of every fantasy come true. His hips twitched and through a barely stifled moan, he spurted his load into Hugh's waiting muzzle.
Swallowing the meager load, Hugh drew himself back up. "Oh, you're not done yet."
Reaching forward, Hugh grasped the young man's sides and flipped him around and over one of the lab stations; his milky white backside exposed to the now ragingly horny reptile. Hugh's tongue flickered along the cleft of those smooth buttcheeks, tickling along the sensitive ring of muscle between them. His own shaft throbbed with need, the ridges tingling in anticipation. Amply coated in his new slit fluids, he angled himself upwards and nudged the tip of his shaft against Issac's firm rump and pressed inside the eager student.
Issac cried out, feeling nearly split open by only the first inch of the massive member. His own arousal would not flag, throbbing between his legs with dry orgasm after orgasm. His eyes shut tight, whimpering as more of the invading shaft pressed inside him.
For Hugh it was equally stimulating. The size difference and the young man's seeming virginity kept a tight fit for the huge reptile. The velvety walls closed around his shaft like a vice, only the slick slit fluids coating his cock allowing him to move. It was a supreme act of willpower to not simply spear Issac to the hilt. Hugh's hands fell to the young man's hips and slowly he began to thrust.
The two of them moved in one steady rocking motion, Issac pressed against the marble counter top while Hugh snarled and panted as he worked what he could comfortably fit of his shaft inside the tight confines. Issac was near to passing out from the sensations, his body quivering as his cock continued to pulse. His hands just barely held to the edges of the table as he was pummeled again and again. Just on the edge of consciousness, he felt Hugh shift behind him. A sharp intake of breath was followed by a snarl behind clenched teeth as a wave of hot seed poured into his backside. Issac cried out once more before passing out on the countertop.
Coming down from the orgasmic high, Hugh felt the blood rush to his cheeks. Buried halfway into his new pervert of a friend, cock still pulsing the last few spurts of his seed, the situation finally reached his less horny side. Gingerly, he slipped out of Issac with a pop and grabbed a few lab coats to clean the both of them up. As fun as it had been, there wasn't much time left before someone came to check to see what happened in the lab. He threw the coats in the trash, gathered Issac and his things into his arms and bolted out the door. He had to find somewhere for the both of them to hole up until they could get this sorted, until he could figure out what to do next. Looking up into the night sky, stars twinkling and street lights glowing, Hugh took a deep breath and leapt into the air with wings spread.