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In hindsight, he really should have seen a professional before things got so far as they did.

Then again...

Alone in his room, Perry groaned softly as he continued to stroke himself. He was atop his bedcovers, legs wide and bent at the knee, his back against the headboard, cushioned by his pillow. Nude save for a fuchsia spandex swimming thong, the hyena gently ground his hips upward to meet his hand's strokes.

Usually his self-service was rather gratifying, eliciting a few moans from the hyena and plenty of quick breaths. He'd sometimes quickly pull the pouch down and finish on his stomach, other times cumming into the spandex and letting his spunk soak for a minute in the afterglow before removing the garment and putting it aside for washing with his other erotic wear. Thing seemed different tonight, though: he couldn't stop himself from becoming more aroused more quickly, his cock rapidly reaching full mast and causing the thong's pouch to bulge lewdly.

Perry licked his lips, a soft growl issuing from his throat. He ground his hand against his sheathless member through the thin fabric, watching with excitement and satisfaction as a dark wet spot appeared near the hem. He'd probably reach his climax a bit early tonight, but no matter, so long as he was satisfied.

And it seemed a bit often that he needed release. Over the past few months, he'd had to jack off more than once a day, all but compelled to blow a load right after breakfast, and then twice more in the evening, and it was common now for him to paw himself just a bit under the covers when he turned off the lights; hell, he was actually getting to the point where he spent his entire lunch break with a hard-on, forced to wear a straight face while eating lunch, unable to keep his mind from straying to the most debased thoughts.

He had to admit it: he was becoming addicted to masturbating.

A sudden wave of pleasure caused him to bodily shudder, groaning aloud. Well, at least he wasn't a chain smoker or alcoholic, right?

His cock suddenly twitched in his grip, sending another spasm of pleasure through him. Forcing himself to focus, the spotted male resumed pumping, feeling himself grow nearer to release. It was becoming harder to pay attention to what was happening below his waist, his head seemingly drawn back so that he was looking at the ceiling. It didn't change the ecstasy he felt, but it was a bit frustrating.

Grunting, Perry willed himself to look down. His right hand started to grip the covers as his left continued to work his cock, which had somehow grown even larger. He wasn't exactly hung like some of the horses he looked at, but the pouch of his thong was stretched out in a way that it shouldn't have been. Perry continued to stare, never once ceasing his pawing, as his bulge enlarged again, a fist-like lump pushing out from his crotch.

His hand stroked down, legs quaking from another lash of pleasure, and abruptly his cock slipped out. The thong's hem was dragged to the base of his shaft, letting the sexual organ whip free and giving the male a perfect view.

Instead of his usual black member, a serpent-like appendage sprouted from his crotch. It was easily twice as thick as his dick ever was, like gripping a soda can almost, and its body was mostly smooth, punctuated only by a vein here or there. His cockhead had also warped, now resembling a snake's head with lidless eyes of glossy black. If he squinted, the hyena could just make out the thin parting of flesh where the snake cock's mouth was.

He blinked, waiting for pain to set in, but none came. He watched as his remade phallus writhed, and the motions sent a cascade of carnal gratification through him, forcing a wanton moan from his throat. Both hands wrapped around the living cock, automatically beginning a swift and steady rhythm. It grew stiffer, not twisting about but still somewhat pliant, as if getting ready to vomit his cum.

Perry picked up his pace, feeling closer and closer to his orgasm, furiously pumping with both hands, his brow furrowed with intense focus.

And then his tongue swelled in his mouth, pushing out past his lips.

Blinking in bewilderment and stopping himself from any further masturbation (but keeping his hands wrapped about his snake cock), Perry awkwardly looked down his face at the several inches bizarrely protruding from his muzzle: where a serpentine thing had replaced his genitalia, his normal member had taken the place of his tongue.

He attempted to speak, but the oral movements only served to stimulate his repositioned junk. Eyes fluttering from the pleasure, Perry instinctively resumed his double handjob, nearly at the edge.

Mouth-cock hardening, the snake between his legs without warning became inflexible, and Perry felt his balls pull up.

The dual sensation was nothing like puking: pleasure roared through him, causing every fiber of his being to sizzle in release. His oral member twitched as it came, arcs of white reaching the foot of his bed (and speckling his own furry feet), while at the same time his snake cock opened its small orifice. The hyena felt splashes against his upper chest and chin, nearly hitting himself in the face, and he continued to lazily pump the unusual prick as it gradually softened; more cum dribbled down the sides and onto his fingers, but he did not care and would not had he been sensible enough to be aware.

As his mouth-cock became flaccid enough to once more hide behind his lips, just enough essence leaking from its urethra to give him a taste of himself, he realized his addiction had probably just gotten much worse than it already was.

On the other hand, he might have an easier time getting into the porn industry...

The End.