Corruption Stream Story 4: Grandpa's Gems, Grandson's Gains
The Great Gems were forged by a very bitter misogynist a long time ago, making sure that any woman he was with paid a dear price for his company. This is what happens when a grandfather passes it on to his grandson and some fellow students.
Grandpa's Gems, Grandson's Gains For RayO_ElGatubelo By Draconicon
"Since when did the old man care anything about me?"
"For the last time, sir, I have no idea. Just sign for the package so I can go home."
Milton shook his head a few times as he signed the paper the squirrel offered him, taking the rectangular package as the delivery man drove off. The stag stepped back into the dorm, walking around his jock friend Sid and his classmate Emily, sitting down on the chair between them at the main table. The black lab looked up, smirking.
"Heh, what you got there, more porn?"
"Fuck off, Sid. It's just a delivery from my grandfather."
"Oh, d-did something happen?"
He shook his head at Emily's question.
"No, just a delivery. Keep going."
The two of them went back to talking about the project. Well, Emily talked about it. Sid just sat there, 'listening' while his eyes kept going over to the clock. He could have told the jock that basketball practice was over in thirty minutes and he wouldn't get there, but he kept his mouth shut. Better to keep the peace instead of starting up another argument.
He looked down at the package and started pulling it apart. The usual brown wrapping paper kept him out for longer than he'd like, but he didn't want to get up and get a knife. The last time he'd done that, Sid had started hitting on Emily, and the raccoon had been so embarrassed by it that she'd been unable to speak for the rest of the night.
Finally he got the package undone, and no sooner than he got the last of the paper off than the contents went flying over the table. Notes and pens were scattered everywhere, replaced by a large, gaudy necklace of jewels so big they almost looked fake. Both Sid and Emily stopped their conversation to stare at it, then at him.
"Shit, man, you didn't tell me your grandpa was loaded!"
"Hey, if I'd have known -"
"How the hell was it a secret? This thing's gotta be worth millions!"
"M-maybe two."
The dog and stag looked at her. The raccoon blushed.
"I, uh, I did a little gem studying. I was-was curious."
"Hey, why don't you wear it then?"
Sid pushed it towards her, even though she blushed brighter. Milton tried to say something, but the dog ignored him, shoving it across the table until it was in the raccoon's hands.
"Come on, put it on. I wanna see how you look with some classy shit on you instead of all that wood stuff you wear."
"I-it's called 'class', Sid."
"It's called junk. Come on, don't you want to look golden?"
"Well...I guess it couldn't hurt...if it's alright with Milton."
"What do ya say, man?"
By this point, he doubted anything he could have said would make a bit of difference. The stag shook his head with a sigh.
"Go ahead."
Emily reached down and undid the catch on the back, pulling it around her neck. The gems thudded loudly against her chest, making her wince from the weight, but she pulled the ends back towards each other. They clicked softly as she tried to get them together, taking a few attempts until she got it right.
As soon as she managed to get the necklace fasted, the gems glowed bright red. Emily's eyes went wide and she shrieked as the light flooded from the gems into her body, making her look like her skin had turned into a giant red lamp beneath her fur, throwing shadows across the wall. She leaped to her feet, trying to pull the necklace off and failing as it glowed brighter and brighter.
Sid leaped back from the table, as did he, and they stared as the light changed her. The buttons on her skirt ripped free as her breasts grew, pushing outwards in waves. They'd grow over two inches in less than a second, then there would be a second of waiting, then another two inches of growth. Bit by bit they forced their way forward until they spilled out of her skirt, pushing it underneath them like an obscene wrap rather than a shirt.
Her lips puffed up at the end of her muzzle, turning bright red as if they'd been stained by some sort of lipstick permanently. They swelled up wide and puffy, looking like they'd been injected with extra fat and had been wrapped around a cock for hours, swollen and ready for more. Her screams quieted as they grew, until they were too big for her to scream past.
The light illuminated her hips, growing them to match the sudden growth of her breasts. The modest skirt she wore shrank, pulling upwards. It rose above her knees, past her lower thighs, and all the way up to the base of her swelling ass. The socks she wore grew longer as well, pulled up almost to where her underwear was...or had been, at least. They seemed to have disappeared, exposing a sex that was growing rapidly wetter.
Emily's scream broke, turning into a loud moan as she arched her back, her juices squirting down her legs and pooling under her shoes, somehow transformed from responsible tennis shoes to Mary Janes, tight and small. Milton stared at the transformation, the once modest looking raccoon looking like she'd become a streetwalker in the space of a few seconds, and a well-endowed one at that.
The light faded, throwing them back into semi-darkness. Emily slumped forward, but before either of them could move to help her, she looked up with a grin and a giggle.
"Mmm, hey boys. What do you say we get rid of this hard stuff and have some fun instead?"
"Hard?" Milton blinked. She'd been the one teaching them this stuff, and she'd been saying it was easy. Before he could protest, she shoved it off of the table and leaped onto it. Her breasts bounced and she giggled as she spread her legs, putting her bare pussy on display for both of them.
"Come on, guys. I haven't had a cock all day and I need one now."
"You -"
"You got it!"
Milton grunted as he was shoved out of the way, hitting the floor hard. The black lab had shoved him out of the way, and the dog was already shoving his cock deep inside of their study partner. The stag stared in shock, his jaw feeling like it should have hit the floor.
"What the fuck are you doing?!"
"Hey, she asked for it!"
"Mmm, I did, and I got a mouth for your cock, Miltie. Come on, let me have it too!"
"Heh, you heard the lady. Come on, when are you gonna get a chance...mph...like this again?"
The stag couldn't believe what he was hearing. His partners had just lost their minds. This couldn't be right. But...
The necklace. He remembered the pictures he'd seen of it before. Every time he'd seen it in a photo, it had been on a woman that his grandfather had bragged about 'having'. Was this what he meant? Was that the secret to the old man's successes?
"Hey, you gonna take her mouth or what?"
"Uh..."
He pulled himself to his feet. It did look good...and it wasn't like she didn't want it.
When in Rome... he thought as he pulled down his zipper.
The End