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[b][u][center]How DMs Shift Reality

Part 5

For Nataraj

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

Alex left the game store with his head in the clouds and his feet and butt tingling. He didn’t quite know why, but it wasn’t a bad feeling, just a new one, and one that he wasn’t quite used to. He wobbled a bit as he walked to the bus stop, feeling the urge to head to campus again, thinking that maybe…

Maybe…

Well, it was hard to tell just what he was thinking, actually, but it was a thought. That was enough.

The bus driver gave him a slightly raised eyebrow as he walked on, probably because he looked like he was a little high. Wouldn’t have been surprising if that was the case; he kind of felt it. Alex paid his fare, then walked towards the back of the bus, and for the first time, he looked down with…well, some eagerness.

God knew why, but it felt like he had a fair right to stare at the bare feet of the anthros on the bus. He giggled a little to himself, looking at the fuzzy toes and the furless ones, the scaled ones and the bird talons that would probably feel so good to play with. He could feel himself getting hard in his tight booty shorts, and he could feel his zipper threatening to slide down at the same time.

That was finally enough to get him to blush, and he hurried towards his seat, sitting down and pulling his zipper back up before it could embarrass him any further. Shaking his head, he leaned back –

“Gah!”

And the sudden pinch at the base of his spine finally woke him from the happy trance that he’d been sitting in. He whipped his head around, looking down and over his shoulder, and his eyes went wide.

He had a tail.

“When the…how did you…”

Alex’s mouth worked and clicked and finally settled into a series of grunting grumbles in an attempt to make the latest shift in his life make sense. Of course, that didn’t work. Grumbling never made something make sense, it just fooled the mind into thinking that you were doing something about it by complaining about it.

[i]Well, thank you, logic,[/i] he grumbled, his complaints shifting from his tail to himself, and then promptly back to his tail when he sat wrong and pinched it again.

Ending up sitting with his back to the window and his tail stretched out towards the wall of the bus, Alex finally felt vaguely back to normal. He looked straight ahead, watching where the bus was going, even as he felt his cock twitching from the soft smell of sweaty, bare feet all around him.

It was still not normal for so many people to be barefoot, he swore, but he was having a hard time remembering any occasion when they hadn’t been. There had to be some, he was sure, but no matter how he wracked his mind, every gathering he could call to mind had been barefoot.

And mostly occupied by anthros, now that he thought about it.

Alex cocked his head to the side, finding that was a little strange. Anthros hadn’t been around [i]that[/i] long, or at least, not in any integrated way. They had come about as if by some magic in the past, something that didn’t make a lot of sense, and…

And…

He groaned, rubbing his head. It was hard to think, and it didn’t matter at the moment, he supposed. He needed to focus more on what he was going to do when he got to the college campus, because that was the important thing.

[i]But why?[/i]

Because…because…Deleram said so?

He remembered that Deleram had mentioned that they needed to meet up again about something at college rather than just at the game store, but he didn’t quite remember why. If there had been a why; sometimes there wasn’t. But he knew that the elephant wouldn’t steer him wrong.

He smiled to himself, remembering the way that the elephant had pushed James out of the way to spend time with him directly. He remembered the compliments – the feeling of them, at least, even though the context was a bit lacking – and how it had felt to be…treasured. It was a unique feeling, and one that made him feel better about wearing the ridiculous clothes that he had on right then.

The booty shorts were tight against his ass, and his new tail pushed them down in the back just enough for the crevice between the two large globes to be seen. Nothing more than that, as they were tight as could be and didn’t actually show off his pucker, but it was still a tight grip on his ass. He blushed a bit as he wiggled in his seat, only to feel the buzzes and vibrations of the bus through his own bare feet.

“Mmm…”

He didn’t quite blush or moan, but he came close to doing both. His feet were quite sensitive, and they were definitely getting a buzz from the floor below. He shifted back and forth, trying to hide his reactions from anyone that might have been watching, but…well, nobody seemed to care.

Of course, there was something that they might care about if they bothered to look back. Alex looked down at his crotch, finally blushing as he looked at his cock bulge in the tight shorts. There was no missing that, no missing that throbbing thing, and he could feel it pushing against the denim, feel it half-wrapped around his hips at the moment. He curled his toes again and again, feeling the tight rings clasping against the digits and reminding him of wearing them –

[i]Of having your feet collared.[/i]

“Nnngh.”

He hissed at that, feeling his cock throb particularly hard, and his zipper started to slide down despite itself. He grabbed at it before it could go too far, pulling it back up.

It was bad enough that his bulge was on display. He didn’t need to go turning himself on and making it worse. If he could just control himself…

The bus drive continued, and Alex had to pull his zipper back up no less than four times during the trip. Twice it was because he started zoning out, looking down at the gray feet of elephants, the tanned soles of dogs, the dark soles of dragons, and his boner started to throb in desperation to feel them. Once, it was down to him starting to think of Deleram again, and once…

Once, he felt something churning down below. It was kind of like when he had been forced to go without masturbating for almost a week to finish a great deal of tests, and his balls had been running wild, churning and bubbling and begging for release even as they made more that needed release. But how the hell would that be happening now, considering that he’d gotten off more in the last few days than he had in a long time…

He shook his head. It had to be his imagination. Alex held tight to that thought, if only for the fact that it would mean that he wasn’t completely losing his mind and his hold on reality.

The bus drove up to the side of the college campus, and he got off the bus with just about everyone else. He didn’t get any odd looks for his new tail, but he did get some stares for how his ass started waving back and forth.

[i]Oh god, that’s weird…that’s really weird…[/i]

Even with the bigger ass, he had been able to walk more or less normally, but with his tail, his walk shifted completely. He couldn’t help but sway, the sheer heft and weight of his rump making it swing from side to side, and his tail being on top of it, moving like a metronome, only encouraged it. He groaned as he felt the swing that it put into his hips, feeling like some sort of stripper on a stage, strutting his stuff with sway and –

[i]Swagger.[/i]

God, imagining himself with swagger. That was [i]not[/i] something that he did as a general rule, but it seemed to be the order of the day today. He blushed worse as he felt his cock throbbing further as he walked down the paths of the college campus, feeling himself drawn towards the cafeteria. His bare feet pressed against the still-warm concrete and pavement, and he could feel sweat being pulled out, the warm stone getting slick when he stepped on it and left footprints behind.

Struck by curiosity, he looked around, and he realized that everyone was leaving footprints behind on the pavement. Big elephant men, soft fox twinks, and even some barefoot women around were doing that. Everyone left wet footprints on the pavement, and then would walk away with a bit of dust or dirt along the bottom of their soles, showing that they’d been barefoot all day.

Curiously, he stopped and turned his own over. He was expecting to see the yellow scales on the underside turned something closer to black or brown, but no. They were as clean as they had been when he stepped out of the house, if a bit sweatier. Even when he ran his finger down his sole – something that he normally wouldn’t do – his finger came up as immaculate as a butler’s white glove in a house cleaned by OCD maids.

[i]Why am I different?[/i]

There was no clear answer, and Alex was forced to shrug it off and keep walking. If nothing else, he might find an answer the next time that he got a chance to talk to Deleram.

As he traversed the campus, making his way down to the cafeteria, he found himself thinking of how…different it was, now. It was more of a feeling, he supposed, than actual memory, but he swore that there had never been so many anthros on campus before, nor had there been so many of them that were as well-endowed as he was starting to see.

Or feel, for that matter. He accidentally bumped into a horse, something that had happened once or twice on the campus after desegregation, but he had [i]never[/i] felt a bulge that big pressed against him before. Alex was left to stare after the departing stallion with his mouth dropped open, his eyes wide, and his hands held out as he tried to mentally measure just how big that thing had to have been.

He was completely out of it by the time that he reached the cafeteria doors, and he had to stop for a moment, leaning against the wall just to the right of the doors. He slumped his head back, looking towards the heavens as he took a few deep breaths to calm down.

[i]Okay. Okay. Things are okay…you’re not in trouble…the guy wasn’t even bothered when you bumped into his dick…[/i]

And yet, here he was, flustered as one could imagine, his heart beating a million miles a minute, and feeling like he had been an embarrassment to himself and everyone else around. That wasn’t the case, but it was how it felt, particularly as –

Churn, swell, churn, swell. He could feel his balls slowly churning again, rolling in his pants, almost like they were genuinely getting bigger. Alex looked down in annoyance, planning to just pull his zipper up again, but he stared down as he saw the bulge just under his cock.

No. They weren’t just feeling like they were getting bigger. They [i]were[/i] getting bigger.

He had always had fairly active testicles, to be fair. They were quick to bloat when they weren’t getting enough attention, but this was definitely new. They’d gone from just under egg-size to lemon size, and they were rising to something akin to an orange at this point, bloating and pushing against the front of his shorts to make it impossible to miss them.

He wanted to say that it was impossible, but with how many impossible things had happened lately, that seemed a stupid thing to say.

[i]Okay, um…we’ll just have to, uh, see to that…[/i] He blushed. [i]Later.[/i]

For now, he had been asked to meet the elephant at the cafeteria, and that meant that he had go to inside. Hopefully, the weird obliviousness of everyone would continue, and he would be able to just go to a chair and wait for Deleram to arrive. He honestly didn’t think he could handle food at the moment.

So, he opened the door, and immediately froze in place.

“What…the…fuck…”

The words came out of his mouth before he even realized that they had left, but he wouldn’t have taken them back if he could. He just stared, his mouth hanging almost all the way down to his chest as he saw what everyone was doing. No plates, no forks, no utensils of any sort. There was just…

He stared at a wolf that was dragging his tongue through a mess of stew, dragging it through broth and gathering up chunks of food. That was not [i]too[/i] bad, but it wasn’t that he was licking it off the table, but rather…rather off a pair of big green feet…

Looking further down, Alex could just make out the orcs that were locked into each table, the big green guys putting their feet up through shackles in the table surface, locked in place. They didn’t seem bothered; if anything, most of them were jerking off to what was happening to their feet, pre-cum rolling out in silver strings on bellies that were rounded, muscular, and hairy. Their wide, beefy feet rolled and pressed together, toes curling as they were licked and sucked by those sitting at the tables.

Alex whipped his head side to side, swearing that he was seeing things, but no. Students were sitting down at the tables, and then staff would come over with a vat of stew, or a slice of pizza, or whatever it was that the student had ordered, and they’d lay it over the green soles before them. The student would then set to eating, almost like they were used to doing this on a daily basis. Almost like…

Like they had always…

Alex’s cock jumped in his pants again, this time spitting a bit of pre-cum against the front of his shorts as he ‘remembered’ doing that very thing himself. He ‘remembered’ sitting at a table, sucking on big, green orc toes every day, slurping his meal off of the soles so that they got a nice salty kick to them, savoring that little undercurrent of musk that was impossible to get in flavor in any other way. He ‘remembered’ pressing the cheese firmly into those feet, making the pizza become a crushed delicacy before he nibbled it free.

And yet, at the same time, he swore that he had never done any such thing, that this was an imagined event, at best, and that he…that he might be going insane, at worst.

“Excuse me,” a voice muttered behind him, someone nudging him. He moved, still unthinking, only to realize that he’d stepped in line to order dinner. A lunch lady, a hippo that he had seen several times but could never remember the name of, smiled at him.

“What would you like, dear?”

“Um, uh…”

“We have pizza –”

“That. That’s good.”

“Pepperoni, sausage, or supreme?”

“Uh…”

“…Pepperoni, dear?”

“Yes. Yes, thanks.”

“Go sit down, hun. You look like you need a rest; we’ll bring it over when it’s ready.”

“Thank you…”

Alex took the number placard that he was handed, shaking his head as he shuffled over to one of the tables. He sat down, his feet on either side of the orc’s face under him, and he stared at the big green soles that were pointed right at him.

[i]No way this is real,[/i] he thought, poking at the fleshy soles. They suddenly scrunched up, and the orc under him chuckled deep in his throat. [i]Oh god, they’re real. They’re really real.[/i]

He stared at the soles, his eyes wide, and his tongue…his tongue was actually sliding out of his mouth, almost like he wanted to start licking them already.

And he kinda did, now that he was faced with the option.

His balls churned again, swelling, and he groaned as he felt his shorts ripping slightly. There had to be rips along the crotch now, had to be something going on down there with how big his balls were getting. His cock throbbed even harder, and his mouth watered as he stared at the broad, sexy, slippery-looking green soles. The fact that everyone else around him was licking feet, was using them as plates and licking them clean like dogs, told him that it was okay. That he was allowed to indulge.

That he could be a bit of a pervert right now, if he really wanted.

His cheeks burned all the hotter as he imagined actually diving in, enjoying those soles, but he leaned in slowly, breathing in the hot musk that came off them. It was thick and strong, and he groped himself as his cock kept jumping in his pants, begging to be allowed out. He was almost tempted to allow his zipper to slide down again, to fish his cock out…

Then, the hippo came over. She used a spatula to get a good, cheesy slice free of her serving box, and she laid it right over the orc’s soles. The cheese started oozing down between the toes, the sauce mixing with the sweat, the crust already starting to absorb flavor from the soles. She even took the spatula and pushed down a little, crushing it against the orc’s feet for him.

“Bon appetit,” she said with a smile, patting him on the shoulder before walking off.

[i]…This is really happening…[/i]

Alex took one more look around, making sure that there was nobody with a camera, no one looking to humiliate him. There was none, only dozens of other students doing the same thing that he wanted to do.

He looked down again…and smiled.

[i]I…I can do it…there’s nothing wrong with it…[/i]

And that freedom put such a smile on his face as he darted his head forward, dragging his tongue through cheese, sauce, and crust all the way from heel to toes. The orc groaned under him, and on instinct, Alex stretched out his leg, looking for –

There it was. His toes found the orc’s cock, and he curled the long, dexterous, clawed things around the shaft. The orc humped upwards, and Alex bit off a moan of his own as he felt that shaft sliding along his toes, then along his sole, all the way to his heel. God, this was so much better than he imagined.

The half-human shifted back and forth on his seat, gripping the bound ankles of the orc as he feasted. He dragged his tongue this way and that, sucking up all the flavors he could, dragging his head left, right, left, right, to clear the cheese and sauce so that he could get down to the well-seasoned feet below.

He moaned as he made first contact with the green soles, feeling them give against his tongue, feeling the texture of flesh and muscle and the taste of sweat. He moaned out loud, smothering his face in those food-stained feet, whimpering in pleasure.

[i]So good…and I’m allowed to do this…oh god…oh god…[/i]

Alex wasn’t crying, except that he kind of was. He could feel a few happy tears running down his cheeks, and it had nothing to do with the pizza, though that was delicious. No, it was the fact that, for the first time, he was allowed to do something that he had fantasized about, and…and not only was it not freaky, it was something that he could do without anyone making a comment about it.

He felt…free.

Lick, suck, lick, lap. His tongue danced through the pizza down to the soles, cleaning them gently, giving them a silent thanks for being a good plate. He dragged his tongue up from the arches, meaty and soft, up to the ball of the foot, where it was firmer and a bit thicker. He pushed his tongue between the toes, gathering all the melted cheese out from between them, and then dragged his tongue along the harder, firmer outer edge of the orc’s big green stompers, giving them a worshipful nuzzle towards the end.

Through it all, he felt the orc grinding and thrusting against the bottom of his foot, marking his sole. It wasn’t a complete marking, of course. There was only pre-cum oozing out, and while he would just bet that was wet and musky enough, he doubted it was going to leave any sort of permanent mark. He smiled as he licked along the sole again, dragging his tongue along the soft flesh, making it wet and shiny with something besides sweat for a change.

It didn’t take long before he was kissing the toes, too, whispering ‘thank you’ to the orc embedded in the table. He nibbled along the arch, and then down it again, making his way all the way back down to the heel. He got a piece of pepperoni off the skin, and smiled a bit to himself. It was even saltier than usual.

He was just finishing off the last bits of sauce that clung to the foot when someone sat down across from him. Alex looked up, and he blushed, sitting up and wiping his face.

“Um, Deleram. Sir.”

Sir?

“Sorry. I didn’t see you come in.”

“It’s alright.”

The elephant smiled, patting his hand as Alex tried to sit up straight, to pull back, to not look like quite such a foot-obsessed pervert. All his confidence had started slipping away, but at that touch, it stopped, reversing itself, at least for now.

Deleram smiled at him, a gentle expression that made him feel better. He let out a long, slow breath, patting the hand on his arm.

“Thank you.”

“No worries. Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Um…a little?”

“A little, my friend?”

“Okay, maybe a lot.”

“I’m very glad. You’ve been so stressed lately, trying to figure everything out. Maybe you need to take a little break. Or maybe, perhaps, you’d like to work with me.”

“With you? Doing what?”

“Oh, just what needs doing. I can promise you this; I’ll keep an eye out for anything strange, and help you understand it when it pops up.”

Alex groaned, rubbing his head.

“You have no idea how helpful that would be right now.”

“I believe I have some idea.”

“I’m not…I’m not stupid, right? Or seeing things?”

“Not at all. There are many changes happening, my friend, and it’s all happening quickly.”

“But…it’s not…they’re small things that kinda…get bigger…”

“And how much does life normally change?”

Alex rubbed the back of his head as he looked back down at the table. That much was true. Things normally didn’t change quite this fast, and with that in mind, he wasn’t quite so helpless if he was struggling to keep up. He glanced around –

Then blinked. He turned back, looking at a horse further down the table, one that had been dressed in jeans and a t-shirt…or at least, Alex had sworn that he had been dressed that way. Now, he was wearing a long, silken tunic, one that wrapped around his body like something out of Arabian Nights, and he had a swathe of silk wrapped around his head, with gems on his fingers and gold around his wrists.

“Um…I’m not imagining [i]that[/i], am I?”

“No, no, that’s quite real.”

“Okay. Okay, just checking.” Alex blinked. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why the hell does he look like a sultan’s son?”

“Would you prefer he looked like a commoner?” Deleram asked, leaning forward with his arms crossed on the table. “He could, you know. Strip the jewels from him, add some dirt, pack on more muscle, and he would look like someone that had walked in from the farm, his large feet pressing into the soil and carrying his broad frame forward, his legs thick and strong. Would you prefer that?”

“You…you’re asking me like you have control over it.”

“Do you presume I don’t?”

“…I think…I think I’m very confused.”

“That’s alright.”

The elephant reached out, patted his cheek.

“You’re allowed to be confused. This is all outside of your experience, something that nobody in this world would understand. But you are closer than any of them, Alex, and that is one reason I want to keep you around.”

“What are the others?”

“Well, your perversions are a good start.”

And there was the blush. He shivered as he tried to look away, but the elephant cupped his chin firmly, forcing him to keep staring straight ahead.

“Ah ah. I didn’t say that you could look away just yet.”

“Mmmph…you’re embarrassing me.”

“A little embarrassment never harmed anyone.”

The elephant didn’t just hold him, either. Those big gray feet were working under the table, stroking along his thighs, his calves, his feet. They were pressing him down, reminding him of how good it felt to be under them. Alex’s cock had never been harder, and his balls had never been bigger, as he was reminded with another soft ripping sound down below. Everything felt so compressed, under so much pressure, and it almost felt like a metaphor for everything that he was going through.

“I want you to be with me, Alex. There’s so much about you that you’re pretending doesn’t exist. So much about you that you’re trying to tamp down, so you can look normal. You are already good. Work with me, and I’ll help you be great…and still be you.”

“…You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Is there a contract?”

“More of a metal one than a written one.”

“What do you mean?”

Deleram smiled, leaning back and reaching into his pocket. As Alex got used to the fact that there were no longer fingers pinching his jawline, the elephant pulled out a silver ring, one that was dotted with an orange gemstone on the band. He turned it so that it faced towards the human.

“I mean this.”

“What’s that?”

“Where I come from, it is tradition that one that works for another wears a ring that marks them as a subordinate. In this case, the ring would go upon one of your toes rather than your finger, but I am sure that you’re willing enough to wear that.”

[i]A collar for your feet.[/i]

The thought kept popping up, and his cheeks burned as he realized that a fantasy was actually coming true. He looked at the elephant, and then at the ring again.

“What will I be doing?”

“Whatever I decide is needed.”

“That…could be a big list.”

“It could be. It could also be very limited, some days. After all…I do still have quite the need for your body…”

The breathy flirt was the tipping point for Alex, and he blushed as he felt his balls churning harder than ever. Someone wanted him. Someone very sexy wanted him. Someone that he really liked wanted –

RIIIIIP!

His eyes went wide as he felt his balls rip right through the booty shorts, the rip spreading along his thighs and out along his hips. His ass…was his ass even bigger, now, unable to be contained? And his balls, they pressed against the plastic bench, making it all the more uncomfortable compared to usual, but they were big, huge.

“I…”

“You seem to have turned your shorts to a loincloth,” Deleram said with a small smile. “Perhaps we should ring you, and then see to getting you properly attired?”

“I…that might…you…”

“Do you need someone else to think for you for a moment?”

“Please…”

“Extend your leg, my friend.”

Without thinking, Alex did exactly as he was told, lifting his leg out from under the table and putting it up on top of it. He curled his toes shyly, suddenly not sure about this, but the decision was taken out of his hands. He had made the offer, and now, Deleram was going to accept it.

The elephant gripped him by the ankle, giving it a gentle squeeze as he lifted the toe ring. The big toe was already claimed, but he slid the silver-banded, topaz-tipped ring down on the one next to it. Alex shivered, feeling his toe getting banded, feeling the tight metal pressing down further and further. He doubted that he could have felt any more intimate with the elephant if he was getting cock-ringed, at that point.

When it finally hit the bottom, it was like something clicked. He shivered, gasping, his cock throbbing in his loincloth of a pair of booty shorts, and he blushed as Deleram gave his foot a gentle squeeze.

“Mine, my Alex.”

“Y-yours.”

“Stand up.”

He did with alacrity, trying not to blush as he felt the new click of a new ring on his foot. He didn’t quite spin, but he did turn in place, feeling the shifting and shuffling of the loincloth that the booty shorts had become.

The weirder part was not being able to stand with his legs together. His balls were too big for that, now, forcing him to stand with his legs further apart than usual, and he could tell that they were still growing heavier and heavier. They were not getting too outsized, just yet, but he knew that he’d be walking different for a while, trying different ways of moving to avoid squishing them.

Deleram was suddenly beside him, and the elephant patted him on the back. In the back of his mind, Alex realized that the elephant had gone from a shirt and sweats to something even richer than the horse’s attire, and the whole room felt like it was shifting, something changing everywhere he looked, or at the very least, something different.

“Come with me. We’ll go back to my place and discuss your terms.”

“I…yes. Answers. Good.”

“You’ll get as many as you can handle, Alex, and no more.”

“Mmmph.”

“After all, I don’t want to break my favorite.”

The elephant’s favorite. Alex could live with that. He smiled and allowed himself to be led away.

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

Summary: Alex goes back to the college campus, only to find out that things have changed more than ever, and so is he. Deleram offers a few answers and some comfort.

Tags: M/M, transformation, ball growth, clothes ripping, human, horse, elephant, orc, various species, world shifting, reality shifting, foot fetish, musk, food play, toe ring, master, magic, ass growth, big butt, tail, public, footjob,