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[b][u][center]College Complications

Chapter 3

For John_Doe12346

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

The first thing Frank did was push their beds together. Considering that they weren’t that far apart in the shared bedroom, it was easily done, but he knew that it would be required if James grew anywhere close to how much he did. He doubted that a Mewtwo would grow to the sheer size that his hybrid form had taken, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Even though it only took him scarcely a minute to clear the space and push the beds together, James had already progressed more than a little. By the time he turned back to his roommate, the other man had already gone completely gray-faced, his cheeks and chin turning from white to gray before his eyes. His forehead was slightly swollen and his ears shrunken in, turning from holes in the head with lobes to something more invisible.

“Get over here. Trust me, easier if you lay down,” he said.

“Yeah…yeah, sure,” James said.

His friend was definitely slipping. Naked as he was, it was impossible to miss James’s cock slowly going up, which meant that he was probably feeling that same hunger for fun that Frank was all too familiar with during his own transformation. Whatever was causing this really messed with the body to make it more acceptable.

Probably a good thing. If he’d been completely sober during his change, he didn’t know if he would have been able to take it.

As soon as James laid down, he moaned, shivering from head to toes. The human panted hard, grabbing a pillow and grinding his face into it. Not in pain, but in some sort of twisted pleasure to hide his embarrassment at enjoying it so much.

“No shame in liking it,” Frank said.

“Mmmph.”

“I got off to it.”

“Really?”

“Well, mostly. I didn’t really, ahem, finish, but, you know.”

“Ah…ah…mmmph…”

“Muscles are coming in nice.”

“Is it that…that good?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah.”

It was more proportional than he expected, as well. Mewtwos tended to be really, really bottom-heavy, but James was staying pretty normal, almost humanoid despite the little tube that was pushing up and connecting to the bottom of his head. Frank kept expecting some sort of shrinkage, as if James might lose some of the solidity that he’d always had, but if anything, he was just thickening out.

No sudden narrow neck.

No stick-like arms.

No sudden weakness that would have made him look pathetic.

There was none of that. Instead, there was a general swell of muscle through his friend, pulsing out at the shoulders and arms most of all, sure, but it went further down, too, pushing into the ass cheeks and pushing them out, too. Not a lot, for sure, but enough to add to the already-present curves and other plushness there. It didn’t take long for the jiggling to stop and for the tension of harder muscle to settle in, and he couldn’t help but lick his lips slightly to the sight of that bubble-butt.

He rubbed it gently, and James ground his head further into the pillow. He chuckled.

“What’s the matter?”

“Sensitive.”

“Is that bad?”

“No.”

“Good?”

“Mmm-hmmm.”

“Heh, good enough that it’s hard to talk?”

“Mmm-hmmmmmmm.”

That was almost cute. Almost, because he didn’t entirely know how to handle it, but it was still rather cute and very fun. He rubbed James’s ass, enjoying the way that it tensed up under his hands, enjoying the way that it flexed and pulled tight together before relaxing just for a bit before he did it again. There was a certain charm to the way that his friend’s body was responding to the transformation, and he bit his lips to avoid making too much fuss about it.

Instead, he just focused on enjoying it, running his clawed fingers up James’s spine up to his neck. That tube was waiting there, and though the muscle was slowly popping in along his back, making it thick and powerful-looking, it was clear that there was going to be less mass on him than there was on Frank’s body. He chuckled, running his fingers along the tube –

“Oooooh, fuck.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Just…ho, boy, that’s sensitive.”

“Really? You mean, like – if I do this –”

James let out a happy little whimper as he dragged his fingers along one side of the neck tube, and the sound only got more and more exaggerated the more that he grasped and stroked at it. It didn’t take long for James to completely bury his head in the pillow, biting his lips and probably biting at the soft pillow, too. He kicked his legs, thumping his toes against the bed, and he whimpered and moaned as Frank started stroking it in a very similar way to how he’d stroke someone’s dick.

[i]Heh…never thought I’d think of it like that.[/i]

As he gave the tube a handjob, James’s ass kept rising up, up, and up, and it was clear that he was starting to get a bit of a tail down there at the base of his spine. The muscle had filled in nicely, giving him a firm pair of ass cheeks, but it was the stuff happening under that which was rather interesting. His friend’s cock, already stiff, was starting to get a little longer. Not much, not nearly to the monster-size that he had between his legs, but longer than the five inches that he had.

Wondering how long it’d get, he took his hand off the tube and reached around for his phone. He was tempted to start recording, but he held back for now, putting it in easy reach.

“Mmmph…Frank?”

“Yeah?”

“How…how’s it looking?”

“What in particular?”

“Everything.”

“Uh…you’re definitely bigger and thicker. I think probably twice as muscular as you were.”

“Mmmmph…god, yeah.”

“You like that?”

“You have no idea. I wanted – ah – I wanted to lose weight and – fuck, fuck! Oh, fuck that’s good.”

“That’s the tail,” Frank said, smiling as he watched the new limb come slithering free of James’s spine. It was definitely going smoother for him than it had been for Frank. “How’s it feel?”

“Ooooooh fuck…I…mmmph…if this went on…too long…I might just cum from it.”

“It shouldn’t last that long.”

“Nnngh.”

“Then again…”

Shifting his position on the bed, he gave the tail more room to come out. It was quite a bit different to his own, more bulgy at the tip before thinning out, and then thickening again at the base. It was also quite a bit shorter, not nearly as long as the massive thing that he was carrying around from the base of his spine.

As it grew in, so did the Mewtwo’s hips. That was one thing that James had been quite clear on keeping, wanting to have those wide hips, just with more muscle around them. It was quite the feature, and it made his ass look quite big, particularly as everything swelled and expanded bit by bit.

He ran his hands down the swelling spots, feeling the way that they got larger, harder under his fingers before they started softening again. They would firm up and soften by turns, getting bigger and then getting more jiggly, then bigger again.

“Mmmph…”

“You’re going to have a big bottom, you know that?” Frank asked.

“Ask me if I care.”

“Do you care?”

“Dick.”

“Well, do you?”

“What if I said no?”

“Then I’d say that you’re going to have the hottest ass on campus.”

“Mmmph…you tease…don’t tell me that.”

“Unless it’s true?”

“Oh fuck, if it’s true, just keep going.”

There was a certain sense of relaxation to James the more that he transformed, almost like the little bit of shyness that even he had been fighting against as a human was finally disappearing, burned off like so much worthless junk. They chuckled together, Frank rubbing his friend’s ass as other elements of the transformation began to make themselves clear.

The most obvious ones were happening to James’s face, pulling his head back into a more angular shape. His chin had already lost almost all of the soft pudge that being overweight had left him with, but there was still a little bit of it as that narrow Mewtwo chin and mouth took shape. They pushed forward, flattening his nose almost entirely, while the top of his head looked like someone had pinched some of the flesh and started pulling on it.

[i]The little horns…[/i]

Mewtwo didn’t have big ones, but he did have little bumps on his head that came up and out. Those were slowly coming in, and James was all but hyperventilating as they did. He thumped his face against the pillow over and over again.

“Oooooh, fuck, that’s weird. FUCK that’s weird.”

“Not bad?”

“No pain.”

“Not bad?”

“Not bad.”

“Okay, good. Do you want me –”

“Tube again.”

He nodded, giving the tube a gentle squeeze just behind the neck. James started breathing normally again after that, huffing and panting, then moaning as the stroking continued. It was the perfect distraction for him as the transformation continued.

There were other, smaller changes popping in. The slight ‘shoulder pads’ that Mewtwo had were slowly pushing out, forming a sort of odd ‘plate’ structure along James’s shoulders, while he imagined that the same thing was happening along his friend’s chest. He half-expected James’s hair to start falling out, too, but that was still there, just as strong as ever. Maybe that would stick around rather than shifting.

He also thought that the usual three-finger hands would appear, but that didn’t shift, either. He watched as the gray skin reached James’s fingers, but the hand shape itself didn’t change, not even a bit. Maybe that was something that was coming from the tattoo design, as well. They were both changing a lot, but neither of them had put all the details to the tattoo. Maybe there was a little magic in how it read what they wanted.

Either way, the transformation continued, rippling down over him and running down to his legs. James shivered.

“Oh fuck…fuck fuck fuck…”

“It’s hitting your feet, now.”

“This is going be weiiiiiiiiiird!”

James’s voice all but leaped up an octave as his toes started melding into one another, shifting and shrinking and growing and changing until there were only two toes left. They pushed out, his ankles rose up, and they cracked and shifted as they formed very different foot-shapes. Little by little, they stopped looking human in the slightest, leaving just a pair of toes that looked –

[i]They look like they could fit a cock between them perfectly,[/i] Frank thought, only to blush immediately as the idea occurred to him. [i]God, that’s messed up.[/i]

But it was clear that James would be walking on tiptoe from now on. His feet were twisted up too much to allow for any flat-sole walking, and he didn’t even entirely seem to have a heel anymore.

The transformation reversed course again –

“WHOA GOD!”

James bucked, lifting his hips up and gasping for air.

“Vagina?” Frank asked.

“It’s like…mmph…fuck…”

“Something digging in and unzipping at the same time?”

“Yeah, but…hotter than that.”

“Yeah, that’s what it felt like.”

“Mmmph…”

That was something worth filming. He pulled out the phone and spread his friend’s legs, holding the camera to the gap between. Right there, where the flesh was soft and a bit damp from sweat, he could just make out a hole starting to appear. It was getting more visible as the seconds ticked by, and as it did, he could make out the lips on either side of the hole, plumping up and getting thicker, more obvious. He ran his fingers over the thinning flesh, and James almost came right then and there, his hips bucking back and trying to impale him on something that wasn’t ready to open just yet.

“Hold on. Just…wait a minute.”

“Why is it so sensitiiiiiiive?”

“Because you’re getting a pussy, man.”

“It’s so weird!”

“It’s good, though, right?”

“Mmmph…not bad…just…hoo…”

“You’ll get to see it in a minute.”

“Fuck…fuck, I can’t wait.”

He would have to, but he loved the enthusiasm. Keeping the phone camera steady, he leaned back to get a good view of the show himself, enjoying the way that the hole was slowly opening up. Finally, the flesh parted, allowing a look at the pink inside, the gray framing it in a surprisingly pretty fashion.

Frank rubbed his fingers on either side of the new sex, gently teasing it, and there were so many moans from his roommate. James was all but begging to be stuffed down there, and he had to admit, it was more than a little tempting. That was such a wet, slippery hole, and there was clearly some interest, there.

But not yet.

He rubbed it a couple times more, pulling his head back and keeping the recording going. The lips parted, showing the clit hood as it came in, and a long flow of silvery liquid pushed out. It was some strange mix of pre-cum and fem-juices, and there was a lot of it. A [i]lot.[/i]

James was moaning louder and louder the more visible that his new pussy got, and it was clear that it was sensitive as hell. Even the gentlest touch seemed to leave it dripping more than before, and when he came close to sliding a finger inside, James almost screamed.

They were right on the edge, so close, and the temptation to just get up and fuck him right then and there almost overwhelmed Frank. He could have done it, and he was all but sure that James would have loved it if he did. There was nothing that the Mewtwo could do to stop him, and they would have both cum right then and there…

But he hadn’t heard it directly from his friend. He hadn’t heard direct, consensually, perfectly, that they were both on the same page about this. He refused to take that last step until he heard it for sure.

And so, he let James go over the edge on his own. The Mewtwo moaned, cumming from both sexes as he hit the end of his transformation. James panted, then collapsed, huffing and puffing from the change.

Frank let him have the time out. He probably needed it.

#

A few minutes later – and both of them holding their second water bottle – they returned to the couch. It wasn’t really big enough for the pair of them and it creaked worryingly under a Mewtwo that was seven and a half feet tall – near enough – and a bat-horse hybrid that was up at nine feet, but it was better than nothing. And they weren’t going to sit on the floor, not after something like that.

They both had trouble finding something to say. Frank wanted to leap right into what they’d started to go over when he’d finished changing and had been found out, but he knew how it felt to lose the old body. Even when you were perfectly happy with the new one, it felt weird.

So, instead, he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

The time ticked on and James finished his second water bottle, tossing it to the trash and ringing it in with ease. It seemed the time, but the Mewtwo – hairier, blonder, and more muscular than any Pokémon version of himself ever had been – seemed suddenly shy, rubbing the back of his neck before whipping his hand back again.

“Heh, the tube still catching you?”

“It’s so sensitive. Fuck.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“Really? Did you get used to your body yet?”

“Just a bit,” Frank admitted. “The feet are still weird.”

“Feet?”

“Yeah, they’re…sensitive.”

“…Were you always sensitive? When you were human?” James asked.

“Well, um, not as sensitive as I wanted to be. That was more of a fantasy, something I kinda played around with a bit when I, you know, roleplayed.”

“And now…”

“They’re as sensitive as I described there.”

“Wow.”

And it was something that he was, admittedly, having a little bit of a hard time getting used to. He’d had the distraction of taking care of James while they were going through the transformation, but now that it was over with, he could feel the carpet underfoot and it was almost like getting a massage. Not a bad feeling at all, really, but weird at the same time. It took a lot of effort to not focus on that and push his attention towards the rest of the stuff going on, particularly anytime that he slid his foot through the carpet.

It was particularly bad around the toes. God, that felt good when the carpet rubbed against the digits.

Shaking his head, he focused his attention back on James, who was looking up at him rather impishly. He lifted a finger.

“Don’t.”

“Come on. Now that you told me –”

“I told you a lot of things. And one of them we still need to settle on.”

“What’s that?”

“The one where I like you, and whether you like me.”

“Oh. That.”

“Yes. That.”

“…” James chuckled, looking down and away. “Since when did you get all responsible and shit?”

“When I changed.”

“Well, you got the confidence, I’ll give you that one.”

“I got a lot more.”

“Yeah…I saw that, too,” James said, nodding down at his new dick. “That thing’s fucking huge.”

“It’s going to be fucking soft if you don’t start talking with me.”

“Right. Right. Sorry. I’m just…You know, new.”

“Me too.”

“Right. Yes. It’s both of us. Both of us.” James shook his head. “Wow.”

It was definitely a ‘wow’ moment. Just sorting out everything that they’d have to take care of moving forward was going to be hard enough, and too big for him to think about right then. It was like…like he was looking at too big a picture, something that burned too bright and hurt his eyes when he tried to think of the rest of the year before graduation and everything that would happen afterward. That would take too much managing, too much figuring out, and it could go wrong in too many ways.

But thinking of James, thinking of his life going forward…that was more manageable.

He rubbed his roommate’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. Whether intentionally or not, James leaned against his chest.

“It’s…weird,” James admitted.

“What is?”

“I don’t think that I was ever…that attracted to you. Not that I wasn’t at all, but I don’t think that I ever had the same sort of…pull toward you that I do now.”

“Is it the hybrid thing?”

“Heh, that helps,” James said, shaking his head. “But there’s something else, something…compelling about you. And it’s hot.”

“You think that you could stay with me? Be with me?”

“I think I could try.”

That was so much more than he had hoped, and he breathed out a slow sigh of relief as so much tension that he hadn’t even realized that he’d been carrying started bleeding out of him. He knew that he’d been scared, but knowing that he at least wouldn’t be making the journey through life alone made it so much better. So much more tolerable, so much less terrifying.

He took James by the hand, squeezing it as he imagined what they might be able to do together. There were options, things that they could explore. They could be friends, friends with benefits – boyfriends even – but there were things past that. Things that the newly awakened assertive side of him really wanted to try, things that he never, ever would have suggested in the past.

“So…you were saying about your feet?” James teased.

“Oh, come on.”

“No, really, I want to know. I never heard about this.”

“It’s just…a thing,” Frank said, shaking his head.

“And? What’s the thing?”

“Okay, look. It’s not…anything serious, but there’s times when I really like having someone play with them. Like, lick them and…other stuff. Having someone interested in them as part of me is just…kinda hot.”

“Really? So, if I were to, say, pick one up and start sucking on the toe…”

James made as if to do just that, and it was [i]so[/i] tempting to just let him go for it. He had gone through so much already, and it felt like he deserved some sort of reward for getting through it with a decent head on his shoulders, still. He could have allowed James to just do it, and there’d have been nothing wrong with that.

Except that there was still one more thing to sort out. He pulled his legs back and pinned his roommate to the couch with one arm. It was so easy, his upper body strength just insane compared to what it used to be, and James grunted from the impact.

“Okay. Need to remember that you’re stronger than me, now.”

“Look. Answer me this. Are we…boyfriends?”

James blinked, looking up at him for a moment. He opened his mouth, closed it, looked away, and then looked back.

“Do you want to be?”

“…Do you think I’m asking because I don’t?”

“I want to be sure, that’s all. Man, just tell me.”

“Well…yes.”

“Me too,” James said.

“Then we’re not going to do [i]that[/i] until after graduation.”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” James threw himself back on the couch. “Oh, god, that’s not even [i]fair[/i]. You put a hot stud on the couch right next to me, naked as hell, showing off everything he’s got, and I’m not allowed to play with that until after graduation? Months from now, of temptation, teasing, and –”

“It’ll help us figure out if it’s the heat of the moment instead of actually wanting each other. And besides, until just a few hours ago, neither of us had any thoughts of being anything but straight, right?”

“…I…you have a point. I hate it, but you have a point.”

“Right. So. Let’s take it slow. Figure it out. Find out what we’re going to do with each other, and [i]then[/i] move on to fucking.”

“One condition.”

“Name it,” Frank said.

“If we reach a point where we feel comfortable enough with it before graduation, we can at least do oral or something like that. I want the option open to at least have [i]some[/i] fun even if we don’t go ‘all the way.’”

“…That’s fair enough. I can go with that.”

“Good.”

It wasn’t much, but at least they were on the same page, and at least that meant that he had someone that was with him for more than just some easy sex. Frank felt better about that.

Of course, now that they were able to look past the immediate problem of being together, he started thinking about all the other crap that they were going to need to explain to the school. They were probably going to have at least a few people filing reports because of the way that Frank had run across campus like a man possessed, and if he didn’t have security tossing his room by the end of the day, he’d be surprised. And more to the point, they’d need to talk to the staff to make sure that they could still go to class, graduate, and everything else after their transformation.

[i]How are we going to explain that?[/i]

Somehow, he wasn’t sure that glowing tattoos and magic paint was going to fly as an excuse. They were going to have to come up with some insanely persuasive that would allow them to get what they’d earned.

He was still noodling it around when someone knocked on their door. Both James and Frank whipped their heads towards it, then to each other. They were both naked, and that was the sort of knock that security made just before unlocking the door and coming in anyway. Frank’s brain went blank, unable to come up with any ideas.

The door opened.

“I’m just checking in on you boys. I heard that –”

“[i]Wait outside.[/i]”

Frank blinked as the guard abruptly reversed course, turning around and shutting the door behind him. There were two audible footsteps before the sound of someone leaning against the wall with a light thump.

He turned slowly to James. The Mewtwo’s eyes were just losing the glow of psychic power, and he looked as shocked as Frank felt. The hybrid pointed to the door slowly.

“Did you just…”

“I…I think I did.”

“You can control people?”

“I didn’t know!”

“Okay, okay. Okay. So you can do that. That’s great.”

“…Oh, yeah. I could –”

“We can go to the office and make sure that they don’t have us arrested, and make sure that they believe our story.”

“…I was going to say I could get laid before we get to the end of the year, but that works, too.”

“…And no using it on people without asking me first.”

“Goddammit.”

Frank chuckled. It was weird making rules for someone else, but the whole thing was coming surprisingly easily to him. He’d never been one to be particularly authoritative before, but now that he had the strength to back it up, the intelligence and smart-ass side of him was coming forward, coming into its own and – for lack of a better word – growing up and becoming an adult.

It felt nice.

He looked back at the door. The security guard was probably going to be very confused before James took things a little further. Or, maybe, was the mind control something that just dug in and made the person think that it was all their idea? Or was it something else entirely? It was going to be interesting to come up with all the rules of how that worked.

More to the point, he knew that it was going to make things rather interesting between him and James. So far, the Mewtwo had been willing enough to listen to him, but he doubted that his roommate would just bow down to every suggestion that he made. There would be a point where he got some pushback, and with that hypnotic power, he imagined that it was going to be a thing that James could win. The only way to keep that from happening would be to always be someone that his roommate –

No, not roommate anymore. Boyfriend. Someone that his boyfriend always wanted to listen to.

“Heh…”

“What?” James asked.

“Just…glad that it’s working out. And that you can make it better for us. Thank you, man.”

“…You’re welcome. Heh. Man…this is going to be weird.”

“In a good way.”

“In a good way.”

He pulled James close, and for a few minutes, they snuggled. It was a slightly awkward snuggle made more awkward by the couch breaking at the end of it, but it was a snuggle nonetheless, and one that they both got something from.

It was going to be one hell of a year, but at the very least, they would be able to face it together.

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

Summary: James’s transformation begins, and Frank helps him through it.

Tags: M/solo, H/M, H/H, Exhibitionism, Recording, Transformation, Male to Herm, Mewtwo, Human, Hybrid, Bat, Horse, Cock, Feet, Muscles, Series,