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[b][u][center]Assuming a Better Form

For Nintendogalaxy01

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

Zion groaned as he dragged himself off the track, feeling every ounce of his overweight body as he stumbled towards the locker room. The rest of the class was better off than him, mostly because they’d probably spent the summer keeping on the move, working out, going to the gym.

Well, he hadn’t, and now he was paying the price. As he wobbled away from the track and made his way into the weight rooms and other exercise centers that the college had available for those taking Physical Education, his teacher descended on him like some demon out of hell. The middle-aged, balding man had no excuse to be so harsh on him as he was, considering that the teacher wasn’t exactly doing well for himself, either, but the coach still laid into him without mercy.

“Well, well, Zion. What did we learn?” the smarmy older man asked.

“Not to…not to run for a mile…when you haven’t run all summer…sir,” he panted.

“And?”

“...And to…rest…more…”

“Wrong. You’re going to be running more laps later. Now, get yourself some water before you pass out.”

The water was a good idea. He’d gone without anything to drink for longer than he should, and Zion wasn’t sure how much longer he’d have before he collapsed flat on his face. He stumbled through to the locker room, avoiding the smirks from his classmates as they watched him go.

“Whale” was something that he heard more than once. In some ways, he was actually almost thankful. That was better than the barrage of crap that he got before he graduated from required schooling.

Still, it stung. He knew that he wasn’t the picture of an ideal student, not really, but he was trying. Sure, the summer had gotten out of hand with the number of games and books that had come out and the number of things that he wanted to do that didn’t involve exercising, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t want to be in shape. It just meant that he struggled to get there in the first place. He was still trying, still doing his best, and if he could just get a bit of luck, he’d be fine.

But he needed that luck first, and he didn’t know where to find it.

He walked into the locker room, shaking his head as he made his way to his assigned locker. It was already open, and Zion braced himself for the prank that he just knew would be waiting for him inside. He paused on the other side of the open door, took a deep breath, then pulled it the rest of the way open.

No prank, just a bottle of water. Sealed, still, so it couldn’t be drugged, and cold enough that the condensation was still running down the sides of the bottle. He cocked his head to the side, then shrugged. If it was a gift, then great. If not, well, he’d be off the hook for laps for a little bit.

He unscrewed the bottle cap and tossed back the first mouthful. It was cold, refreshing, and there was just a hint of a mint flavor under the whole thing. Very nice after running his ass off.

Zion lowered the bottle, waiting. It couldn’t be that nice, really, could it? There was no way that someone would have been kind enough to just leave a flavored bottle of cold water for him, not after -

“NNNGH!”

It hit him like a punch to the gut, and he almost dropped the water bottle right then and there.

“Yep…yep…there it is,” he groaned, resting his head against the top of the locker, forcing himself to cap off the water bottle to keep from spilling the evidence. He breathed hard, puffing air through clenched teeth as the cramps spread through his core, muscles tightening under layers of chub and more. “Okay, okay, just ride it out…ride it out. That’s all you gotta - mmmph…mmmph.”

It was slowly settling down, and the muscle cramps didn’t quite feel like cramps anymore. Instead, they felt like…tension. Almost like how he felt on the weight machines last year, when he was still doing the gym stuff regularly. He could feel that tension, that growth and surge of energy throughout his body, getting stronger and more intense the longer that the odd surge went on. He managed to pull his head back, adjusting his glasses as he looked down at himself.

Things were…different, to put it mildly. His shirt hung loose over his shoulders, and while it pulled tight again in the chest, the rest of his bloated top was loose and slack. His gut was shrinking away, replaced by solid muscle, and he could feel the sleeves of the shirt pulling tight around his biceps, actually getting slightly uncomfortable. He lifted his arm, feeling down the curls of the muscle, and he was shocked how hard and firm they actually were. He’d forgotten how that felt.

But there was more than that. Even as he touched his arm, he could feel something else coming in, something softer atop the hard muscle. Almost like the velvet over an iron gauntlet, he felt fur coming in, spreading not just over his arms, but over his hands, as well. Yellow and brown stripes appeared up and down his arms, and as he pulled his arms up a little higher, some rips started to appear in his shirt, showing off just how far the stripes had gone, as well as how far the fur had.

The cramps no longer hurt. They just felt…intense, and he realized that it was all his muscles growing, surging, expanding. It was more than just losing what the summer had put on. This was giving him something better, something far stronger and more built up than he had ever been. It was like a gift, but who would have been able to give him that? Who would have wanted to?

The question would have to be answered later. His face cracked slightly, almost like popping his jaw, but rather than it popping back, he felt his mouth and nose pushing forward. He groaned, rubbing his face with a furred hand, feeling just how thick his jaw was getting, how prominent. It wasn’t a bad look, or wouldn’t be, if it hadn’t been covering him in fur at the same time.

As his ears started pulling, twisting, going up and along the sides of his head, he realized that his glasses weren’t doing what they were supposed to. He pulled them off and to his great surprise, they were no longer needed. The world was no longer fuzzy.

“Holy…”

It was an upgrade, alright. One hell of an -

RIIIIIIP!

He’d barely extended his arm to the locker to put his glasses down, and his new muscles shredded his shirt to bits. He stared at his new, thicker, harder upper body, hardly able to believe just how much better it was. Furred or not, Zion…

Zion.

The name didn’t feel right anymore. The muscles brought with them something else besides fur and a new, harder body. They had a name attached to them, one that he hadn’t actually heard before, but one that he rather liked. It tingled at the edge of his consciousness, making him feel [i]good[/i] just to hear it, like it was something that had been waiting for him, waiting to arrive and make him what he wanted to be. No, [i]who[/i] he wanted to be.

[i]Kaden.[/i]

“Kaden,” he said. “I like the sound of that.”

And so did his body, apparently, because as soon as he said it, his cock throbbed in his pants. Quite the familiar sensation, though never this violent before. Hurrying to save his pants from the same fate as his shirt, he managed to get them down even as a tail ripped through the back of his underwear. His feet were changing shape, becoming something different, something that almost put his balance off, but Kaden - because that felt like his name now - managed to get his pants off without ripping them. He stood up and looked back at his underwear.

The red cloth was already stretched to its limits, and it was getting more and more ripped as its contents grew. He grinned to himself as he saw just how big he was getting, his cock growing outwards as his muscles did the same. Thick, hard, just like him, his cock pushed for attention, and he gave it what it wanted. Cupping his bulge and straightening it out, he started stroking it, groaning as he felt the blissful stimulation right off the bat, little shocks of pleasure running up and down his shaft like bolts of tickling lightning, already pushing him close to the edge.

He oozed pre in his underwear, feeling the red briefs clinging tighter and tighter, almost giving him a wedgie as he tried to tend to himself. They were so tight that the bubbles of pre-cum flowing through it just pushed right out, jetting through at times rather than just flowing out. It had nowhere to go, and his cock was too strong, keeping it from settling inside and forming a slimy layer.

No, it all had to go. Everything. Kaden groaned and growled under his breath, the former human thrusting into his hand, fucking the space between his fingers as the transformation spread up. His fur, his new features, his changed legs and feet, his tail, everything marked him as a non-human, but he didn’t care.

It.

Felt.

GOOD!

Squeezing at the base of his cock, he felt something…click. He didn’t know what it was, but it was enough to push him over the edge. Kaden gripped the top of his locker with one hand, his cock with the other, and moaned as he came…

And came…

And came.

By the time that he was done, not only were his briefs absolutely ruined, washed away and shredded by the volume of his orgasm, but the locker room was a mess. There was an inch of standing cum spread through his aisle, and more than that in his immediate vicinity. Kaden looked around, wondering if he should feel guilty for it in the slightest, and decided that he didn’t really need to feel anything of the sort. After all, he had only come here and done the thing that he’d been told to do.

Not that he planned on doing that anymore.

Tossing his underwear to the side, he walked out of the locker room. All eyes turned to him and stayed there, following his walk through the gym, and then out to the hallways.

By the time he reached the front door, he had probably been seen by every student in the college. By the time he hit the parking lot, that number had doubled, and a news van had shown up.

This was going to be a very interesting year.

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

Summary: A young human in college finds himself transformed into a much more visually impressive form.

Tags: M/solo, Transformation, Human, Lombax, Muscle Growth, Locker Room, Briefs, Orgasm, Cum, Species Shift,