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Monkey in the Middle

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How could it be eighty ninety in April? Lincoln's hypothetical question wasn't so much about meteorology or weather patterns, but more about how the weather had the audacity to be so hot so soon. The school bus might as well have been an oven on wheels. The pleather seats seemed ready to melt and stick to the passengers. Lincoln could swear he could see the air rippling with heat wafting up in the short distance from the corrugated high-traction aisle down the center of the seats. Under normal circumstances, Lincoln would have been at the edge of his seat for a school field trip, but this close to graduation and in this weather? For once he wanted to be slacking off back at school where at least the ancient shades held back the wrath of the sun.

To add insult to injury, the bus lurched and shuddered as it climbed up into the parking lot of the museum. Lincoln reached up to rub his temple. This wasn't him. He wasn't cranky or dower or depressed. He was the quirky nerd, the happy-go-lucky borderline attention deficit disorder kid that drank coffee when everyone told him not to and could rattle off more facts about the latest tabletop games than anyone wanted to hear. He ran a hand through his sweat soaked, spiked bleach blond hair before he took off his narrow rectangle frame glasses and rested his eyes. It had to be the light and the heat, right?

When the bus finally came to a stop, it was within a stone's throw of the shadow cast by the three story building. Lincoln sprung to his feet, surging forward. He reached out from seat corner to seat corner to use them to propel himself until he hissed, his skin nearly searing on contact. He winced and muttered, slamming face first into the chest of their school assigned chaperone. A deep, resonating growl came from the barrel chest of the college volunteer, the diamond studs in his ears glowing like tiny sons as he lowered his head and glared. With the sunlight streaming in through the windshield of the bus behind him, his black shirt, black hair and ocher skin worked to make an imposing backlit silhouette.

“Heh-hey, just… gotta use the bathroom?" Lincoln lied to cover for his impulsiveness. He felt like a lone dandelion in the path of a hurricane.

“Now remember, you're representing Lone Oak High school… I expect you to be on your best behaviors." Mister Duncan began from where he was awkwardly standing at an angle between the bus's steep stairwell and the nonplussed driver. Mister Duncan had done his best to try and appear cool with the kids, going for a top knot with an undercut on the sides. Still, there was no getting away from the fact that very few teachers could pull off 'cool'. “No touching, no eating near the exhibits-"

“No school chants." One of the other students added, eliciting laughter. Lincoln felt a bit sad he hadn't made a snarky comment himself, but he just wanted to get somewhere cool.

“Alright. Let's get inside. I hear they have air condi-" Mister Duncan made even less progress that time as the students sprung from their seats. Lincoln had been stopped by an immovable object, but the eagerness of the rest of his class soon became an unstoppable force. The chaperone grunted, his buzzed head scraping the ceiling, his bearded jawline clenching as he stepped back to allow the flood of eighteen year olds to spill out. With everyone pushing against him, Lincoln bounded down the stairs faster than he had intended. He landed awkwardly on the cement but turned the momentum into a sprint rather than trip, stumbling into a run that spanned the parking lot and got him into the shadow cast by the building. What might have looked like a goofy gait to some seemed almost preplanned with his gangly limbs - almost.

A long, delighted, relieved sigh escaped Lincoln's lips as he closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall of the museum - yelping as his exposed, fair fawn toned skin sizzled against the hot stucco exterior that had apparently been sun-baked earlier in the day and retained nearly all the heat. Lincoln shuddered, stepping away from the wall, his shoulders slumping in defeat. At least he'd feel better once they got inside.

****

Delicious amber syrup drizzled across the shaved ice, coursing between the crystals and ultimately freezing across the surface of some of them. The potent smell of artificial banana and freon laced ice was as artificial as it was welcome. Lincoln clutched the plastic cup with both hands, a smug smile spanning from ear to ear. He turned and wandered away from the food court, delighted that after a mandatory twenty minute tour that the students had been let loose in the museum. Some had, expectedly, retreated to a cluster of benches made out of ancient wood to text on their cellphones. A few had mingled with other tour groups, getting a more detailed deep dive, and Lincoln… Lincoln was content just to be able to decompress.

Lincoln had been to the museum several times growing up. The dinosaur exhibit was great but hadn't been updated in ten years. There was an exhibit recreating parts of Pompeii and some of the discoveries there, a little bit on early sailing… but Lincoln craved something new, something different, something unexpected. He wandered around the second floor of the museum, slowing as he came up to one of the windows looking into the atrium that rested in the center of the square shaped building.

For many years the atrium had just given the museum a green space in the center where trees and rocks and a fountain gave a little natural flare and a backdrop to several exhibits, but it had changed since Lincoln had last attended. There weren't just trees and a fountain, there were… carved stones and pillars, relics of some ancient site! There were stone monkeys sitting atop moss covered boulders, a cracked altar, even what looked like some kind of stone treasure chest! It looked like it had been torn out of the pages of some unproduced Indiana Jones movie.

Lincoln's eyes darted around the edges of the atrium floor until he spotted a door, then racked his mind trying to figure out how to get there. He brought the straw of his snow cone up to his lips and filled his mouth with icy banana syrup before he set out. A few of the other students followed him with their eyes as he all but power walked past the benches before finding the stairwell, tromping down the gritty cement slabs before looping back.

Even though the museum had a lot of windows, they were tinted and treated to hold back the wrath of the sun, looking faintly brownish in resistance to the light outside. It made a sort of cozy, almost rainforest-like feel inside of the building. Even so, the temperature on the first floor was a few degrees cooler than on the second. It also had the benefit of being a lot less crowded. Lincoln looked out of the windows leading into the atrium, seeing the relics closer now. He couldn't recognize the writing on them to identify what part of the world they were from. The script was jagged in places and fluid in others, unlike anything he'd ever seen before.

Turning the corner, Lincoln passed through the early man exhibit, walking beyond replicas of Neanderthals and Australopithecus, coming up to the door out into the atrium. The door handle was far from ordinary, utilizing a biometric lock the size of a smartphone… although the screen was completely dark. It also seemed to lack any trace of fingerprint residue. Lincoln took another sip of his snow cone before he reached up and pressed against the panel. The biometric lock did nothing, but the door itself creaked open.

Warm, humid air spilled in from the atrium. It smelled like the wilderness. Despite being warmer, it didn't feel as hostile as the outside. Lincoln tried to swallow his nerves. There were no signs saying to stay out, and the biometric lock had been off… He set his shaved ice down on the window sill and stepped through the door frame, out onto the stone beyond. Once he was on the other side, Lincoln reached back to ease the door almost all of the way shut. He was well aware anyone could be watching him at that moment, although the first floor was mostly empty with half the exhibits being replaced or renovated.

Lincoln seemed almost like a tourist in his khaki board shorts and his yellow and turquoise t-shirt. He moved up the path, finding it remarkable how well the museum had made it look like a slice out of an archaeological dig. The terrain was uneven and natural, the plants lush and overgrown, and the relics didn't seem like they had been placed by accident. There was a symmetry, even a natural grace to where everything was.

The atrium wasn't excessive in size. It reminded Lincoln a little bit of the small zen gardens that dotted the city, tucked away in the back corners of different lots. That being said, there was just enough of a serpentine path with a variation in the height of the rocks that the teenager couldn't see everything all at once. Lincoln slowed to a stop as he came over the last little hill, seeing what had to be the display's focal point. Nestled in the corner were three monkey statues facing each other on a stone slab. Two held up their hands while the third cradled a very realistic looking chest of some kind.

To say Lincoln was very far away from the Indiana Jones aesthetic would have been an understatement. He was skinny, hyper, with dark blond hair bleached extremely blond. His clothes were nearly psychedelic with their kaleidoscope of colors and he was in a museum atrium instead of ancient ruins - and yet, how could he resist? Lincoln carefully climbed down the slope toward the statues.

It was a very real possibility that someone was watching from one of the many windows. In Lincoln's mind he was a brace adventurer, but what would someone think from a distance? Then again, that had never been Lincoln's mantra. He slipped down the last few centimeters before setting foot on the stone dais. He steadied himself and approached the center statue, looking at the stone chest. It had beveled edges, grooves and shapes - not to mention what was clearly a seam of some sort.

“Don't mind if I do." he whispered, reaching out. His nimble fingers brushed the edge of the chest before he lifted the lid. As the lid came up, two firm hands swung around, pushing into Lincoln's chest. The hands were firm because they were stone, belonging to the two other statues that had apparently rotated as the lid of the chest was lifted. Lincoln had frozen, looking down at the dais. Had the museum curators recreated the entire mechanism after moving the relics here? What was the point of a giant stone monkey machine? And why was it getting so much hotter?

Sweat had started to bead from Lincoln's head. He looked up at the glass ceiling of the atrium, thinking that maybe the sun had shifted and turned it into a sauna, but there still were no direct rays. When Lincoln's gaze came back down, though, he gasped. A warm ivory glow was spilling out of the stone chest, spilling across Lincoln's hands. The light seemed to be growing brighter and brighter until the stone that made up the monkey statue's eyes seemed to crack, splinter and shatter. Two glowing orange eyes peered deep into Lincoln's soul.

The hands on his chest started to press harder. The eighteen year old could swear he felt them grope his pecs a little, but more than the pressure, they were hot as hell. He murmured as his chest started to burn, but he couldn't look away from the gaze of the monkey before him. Even if he had, he would have only seen two more pairs of orange eyes staring him down. Lincoln tried to pull away but felt immobilized, at least until he realized what had actually been trapping him there.

In the same instant that Lincoln let go of the treasure chest lid, it dropped back into place and the monkey statues rotated back to their starting positions. The light and heat were gone. Lincoln swallowed a little, although his mouth felt dry and his lips were parched. It took him a moment to remember his banana shaved ice outside. Blushing brightly, Lincoln peeked around and then up, praying no one had spotted him being so foolish. He scrambled up the slope and across the stones, trying to keep his balance as he quickly slipped back into the building.

Both hands squeezed the door shut behind him before he picked up his drink. The frosty yellow sugary splendor climbed up the straw, satiating him. Lincoln let out a long sigh of relief before he leaned his back against the window-wall to the atrium, reaching up with his free hand to idly scratch at the collar of his shirt where a wispy new golden-brown hair was peeking up. He scratched his itch, took another sip of his drink and began walking away from the scene of the crime. He felt a little lighter as he walked, or at least a little lighter on his toes. Lincoln brushed the thought aside, trotting up the steps to join the others.

****

The rest of the museum visit had been uneventful but informative. The field trip had been scheduled beyond normal school hours, though the museum only stayed open until five. The ride back to the school was quiet. The windows were down, allowing the road breeze to at least circulate the hot air in the bus, although it didn't feel quite so bad to Lincoln. He was far more comfortable now than he had been before. He sat in the bus seat, pinning himself in by pulling his legs up to press into the pleather back of the bench before him while his feet tapped back and forth on the front of the seat before him. It was an unusual position, though Lincoln found it somewhat comforting. At the very least, it took pressure off of his tailbone which felt like it had been bruised.

“You look thirsty, hoss, need something to drink?" The voice was deep, resounding, and unfamiliar. Lincoln opened his eyes to see the face of their field trip chaperone. He looked like he'd gained even more of a tan in the time they'd been waiting, and was his chinstrap beard thicker? It had to be, it curled down around the edges instead of being buzzed short… and had his brow bone always stuck out that far over his eyes, or was it just that his sunglasses had hidden it before?

“Uh, sure?" Lincoln said. The big burly college student almost grinned before he moved to his bag and returned with a bottle of water, offering it to Lincoln. Lincoln smiled, “Thank… you?" he said. The chaperone gave a nod with a slight grunt before he turned and made his way back to the front of the bus. Lincoln looked around, wondering if anyone else had gotten special treatment. No one else was drinking bottled water, but then again no one else was paying much attention. Those that weren't on their phones were napping.

The chaperone leaned against the partition behind the bus driver, crouching a little before rising back up, scratching his back. As he flexed and contorted to get it just right, Lincoln could see every contour of the man's fat pectorals and his firm, round muscle gut. It looked like the perfect edge of a keg packed tightly into a black t-shirt. It was appealing to be sure, although Lincoln felt as if it wasn't quite right somehow. He blinked his weary eyes before cringing as he heard a very unpleasant tap-thunk sound. It was the sort of sound only a cell phone could make as it toppled to the floor of the bus.

Lincoln cursed under his breath, trying to reach for it but his arm wasn't quite long enough. He glanced up, figuring out how many blocks they were from the school. There was a steep hill and if his phone started to slide, who knew where it would wind up. Lincoln looked around before he popped off his shoe and tugged off his sock. His foot slipped down to the floor with ease and his toes slid along he rubberized matting until they bumped the smooth, semi-liable edges of the phone.

Lincoln clasped his toes as best he could, bending in the heel of his foot to the other side. The arch of his foot was oddly pliable but it allowed for a good grip. He brought his leg up and held out his hand before dropping the phone into his palm. Lincoln grinned brightly with triumph, the afternoon sun glinting off of his oddly sharp canine teeth. It wasn't until Lincoln was trying to put his sock and shoe back on that he realized he could have just stepped out into the aisle, crouched down and grabbed his phone. Somehow this had occurred to him first, but in the end it had worked out and no one was any wiser. Lincoln smiled, turning his phone on. He jumped through his installed apps before deciding to play Fruit Ninja. It'd been months since he last played, but something was drawing him to it.

****

For as long as the day had lasted, the evening was slipping by incredibly fast. Lincoln padded down the carpeted hallway of his home barefoot, peeling yet another banana as he moved into the bathroom. He'd eaten half of a bunch, nearly three day's worth of fruit since coming home. He idly considered he might be having another growth spurt, but what was he going to do? Grow up skinnier and taller again? He'd wind up thinner than a bean pole if he kept up with that.

Lincoln held the banana with one hand, taking big bites and munching on them with particular gusto. His left hand idly scratched at his nipple through his shirt, leaving him to turn on the shower with his rather dexterous right foot. It was thankfully easy since the faucet was controlled by a clear plastic ball. Pulling it up and to the left turned on hot water and he slipped his big toe and second toe around the little knob, lifting his foot to re-divert the water. The shower head shuddered and sputtered before the water came out in a clear cascade.

It would take a few moments to warm up all the way, but that was all the time that Lincoln needed. He dropped his pajama pants to the floor, pausing for a moment to realize just how hairy his legs were getting. They seemed covered with a fine golden brown fuzz a little denser than he'd expected. His underwear went next, rewarding Lincoln both with a glance at his long, supple cock and the fact that he was now winnie-the-poohing it as the internet kids said, wearing nothing but a shirt.

With a few more eager bites of his banana, Lincoln dropped the peel into the garbage can by the toilet before he tugged off his t-shirt. The fabric slipped up over his face, but when it emerged he was faced with a reflection most shocking. It had been the two spots of color that drew Lincoln in first, but their shape and positions were unmistakable. It looked as if each of Lincoln's pectorals had been branded by monkey paws, but his flesh had responded by taking on an almost sort of aurora hue where they had pressed. The skin was yellow on the outline, orange in the middle, graduating to a mild red in the center. They were clear and definite, more distinct even than a tattoo.

“What in the hell?" Lincoln whispered, but as he tried to study his image, the mirror was fogging up. Lincoln tried to wipe it but the smears made any definite image impossible. The eighteen year old reached up to touch the marks. They didn't hurt. Maybe it was a reaction of some sort? Yes, maybe the dye on his shirt ran when the statues pressed against the sweat soaked material! That had to be it!

Lincoln hopped into the shower, grabbing soap. He worked up a lather and began scrubbing at his chest. First he tried just the soap and water, then his fingers before ultimately grabbing a nail brush. He winced and yowled as he scraped his chest. While he didn't manage to change the pawprints, he did make the rest of his skin red and irritated. It still wasn't the kind of camouflage he had hoped for. Lincoln stared down at the marks for the rest of his shower, only half paying attention as he washed his hair. He just stared down at his branded chest, his semi-hard cock and his underappreciated feet. He'd never really taken the time to think about how perfect they were, but they sure had come in handy in the last twenty four hours. Still, Lincoln couldn't get over the pawprints. What did they mean?

****

The steady glow of the RGB lights in Lincoln's computer were normally a comfort, cascading between the carefully chosen warm colors of a delightful sunset spilling out across the light wood finish of his desk. The case fans were supplemented by USB fans trying to keep the room at least slightly habitable. Lincoln had retired to his room , leaning back in his gaming chair with his bare feet up on the desk. His toes curled and uncurled as he typed between his splayed legs, trying yet another combination of words in the hopes for something fruitful.

“Damnit, I'm not talking about a monkey ruins video game…" Lincoln groaned out, sighing as he leaned back again. He tried to think of a way to learn more about the relics without just going back to the museum, but that was seeming like an ever more likely outcome. It was also a bit hard to think due to the fact that his unusual position seemed to be presenting himself with his own manhood. Whether it had been some crossed circuit connecting shock to excitement, he'd been somewhere between semi-hard and completely hard all day. Even the slightest passing thought was enough to coax his manhood to swell and thicken in his underwear, straining against the fabric and forming a tent. Without even thinking, Lincoln moved his right leg, running his foot back and forth across the bulge. As his toes and heel seemed to tighten and cup his erection, his jaw dropped and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

His foot moved by instinct as if it was on autopilot, sliding back and forth, side to side and in small circles. His toes flexed more than they should have been able to, though his heel was the real miracle worker. Lincoln didn't think about anything other than the weight and pressure on his cock even as his toes curled around the edges of his underwear and his foot slipped down, taking the undergarment with it. Lincoln's hard, full cock slapped against his stomach as his balls topped free, resting amid a very unusually thick ring of golden brown hair.

The miracle foot returned to its duty, sliding up and down Lincoln's shaft. The calloused, rough texture of walking barefoot so often only enhanced the experience, especially as his toes started to grasp. It was a feat of anatomy, his knee splayed high in the air while his other jutted to the side to make room. His size ten foot slipped up and down, tugging on the pliable flesh, bumping up against the puffy rim of the underside of his cock head. His heel kneaded his plump sack. The side of his arch brushed through the strangely soft bush hair. It was all something most humans would not have been able to manage, but as Lincoln indulged himself, it was becoming clear he was no longer quite… human.

Every rational part of Lincoln's brain was turned off, leaving him in a daydream like state. His foot was doing a better job working his cock than his hand had. It felt alien and exotic and yet perfectly fitting. Relegating such an important task to his lower extremities freed up his hands. His fingers played with his thick, soft bush, following the trail up far higher than it had previously extended. The hair had crept up like iby, claiming the center of his stomach all the way to his navel. From there it was a short trip for his hands to glide across his smooth, flat stomach, heading right for his pert nipples.

Lincoln hadn't considered himself much of a nipple man before, but for some reason they seemed extra appealing now. His hands crept up across his chest, slinking and sliding, but they overshot his nipples and slipped across tender flesh, his palms lining up with the pawprints that had been branded onto him by the statues. As his hands lined up, Lincoln's back arched. His eyes snapped open before they flashed a vibrant, fiery orange. He groaned, realizing in a moment of clarity what was going on. He was giving himself a footjob, playing with monkey pawprints on his chest, and had hair that hadn't been there a night before. The realization came too late, and it was only a prelude.

Lincoln gasped sharply as his foot suddenly closed the rest of the way around his hard cock. His toes ached and throbbed as they stretched longer, flexing independently from one another in the way that fingers were able to. Even the arch of his foot seemed to bend and fold and flex as easily as someone's palm. It grasped his achingly hard cock, feeling its length, a length that was just a bit longer than it had been before. Lincoln hissed and groaned, shuddering and nearly drooling as he realized that each time he tugged on his cock with his foot, it seemed to stretch just a little bit longer and a little bit thicker.

As the eighteen year old writhed and groaned, nearly flopping around his gaming chair like a fish, he felt the heat spreading out from the pawprints on his chest. He'd felt unusually comfortable in the heat since encountering the statues, but now it was all coming back to him. His ears stung as if they had been exposed during a winter's storm. The skin turned red, the cartilage underneath nearly searing. They ached and pulsed in time with his heartbeat, managing to stretch and round, growing outward from his bleach blond hair.

Lincoln had been so wrapped up in his foot job daydream that he hadn't been interacting with his computer in some time. When the screen finally snapped off, Lincoln was confronted by just how different he was starting to look. He gasped in shock, but even that revealed how long his canine teeth were. He opened his mouth, revealing the act that he practically had fangs. He reached up and played with them, feeling how thick and sharp they were. He made a few faxes, moving his lips up and down over his enhanced teeth.

“What did I get myself into…" Lincoln murmured to himself before grabbing onto the chair for support. A flash of sharp pain ricocheted down his spine, starting in his neck and ending in his pelvis. It was enough to make him momentarily pale, but as he changed positions it started to relax. As Lincoln exhaled, a nub of skin covering bone and ligament began to emerge from the cleft between his ass cheeks. It seemed to writhe and move of its own volition, testing a few positions before it found a good one. With a trajectory set, the nub started to grow outward centimeter by centimeter.

The mix of sensations was too much for his tired brain. He felt immense pleasure from his cock, pain from his ears and tailbone, and rather unsettled about his joints. His hips and knees felt like rubber despite allowing him to continue his foot job. Lincoln tried to control his breathing, practically feeling like he was helping his sister with her lamas class all over again.

“Hee-hee-hoo… Hee-hee-hoo…" Lincoln murmured, finding the 'ho' part of the breathing the most relief. As he made the sounds with his mouth, though, his jaw seemed to throb and shift. His teeth were just a bit too big and his jaw had to accommodate. As it adjusted, his mouth pushed forward into the faintest of muzzles. Lincoln's brow furrowed as he realized how his mouth was sticking out, but then his furrowed brow took the opportunity to match as it swelled a bit, sticking out forward. Lincoln groaned and grunted, nearly beside himself… but as he changed positions, being beside himself was no longer the center of his attention. Instead, he was looking directly at the plump, fat head of his cock and just how close it had come to his mouth…

It was generally an anatomical impossibility for humans, and yet Lincoln was coming face to face with his own manhood. He'd practically bent himself into a pretzel before with his footjob, but as his cock had grown longer and longer, it had slunk up his belly. The eight inch long tube of flesh behind his ass flicked side to side as he debated. It was so close and yet so far. His leathery foot massaged and cajoled his sack. In the end it was up to the animal brain and his will was weak. Lincoln slipped forward, spreading his mutated lips over his larger, thicker, longer cock.

The flavor was rich and savory as he began to suck his own cock. His foot tried to help guide the shaft past his lips as he slung down lower in his chair, bending into ever more obscene and obscure positions. His tail surged out to a foot in length, then a foot and a half, then another few inches. The tender, sensitive flesh blossomed with a rich golden-brown fur that seemed to be the same as what was growing denser on his legs. Hair by hair, then patch by patch, his legs darkened as the fur thickened. It spread in ever more dense waves until it overwhelmed his thighs, his knees and his ankles. The hair had started out natural, but the way it swept over his ass cheeks in one thick sheet was far from normal.

Despite the fact that his ears and teeth and brow had thickened, the eighteen year old in the reflection of the darkened computer monitor was still somewhat cute. His rectangular glasses sat crooked on his nose, his blond hair grew darker at the roots while staying light at the tips, and there seemed to be more hair on Lincoln's shoulders and arms than his chest. It was almost as if the fur was keeping a perimeter around his pecs and stomach. That perimeter apparently did not extend to other parts of the teenager's body.

Lincoln sucked and then suckled on his cock, feeling the meat stretch out longer across his tongue, prying his lips wider as it grew thicker as well. Lincoln was in an impossible position trying to do an impossible thing, but he was getting away with it. His cock started to leak salty pre and he gobbled it up, letting it slide down to an over-expectant stomach. Each swallow rewarded Lincoln with an acceleration of his changes.

What had been a hot tingle everywhere else became a sizzle across his cheeks. Dark golden-brown hair began to sprout from his cheeks. At first it swept down the back, making a neat line of sideburns from his growing ears down to his jawbone, but before it had finished dropping all the way down, it swept forward as well. The arcs thickened into triangles and then squares, filling in his cheeks. The hair surged in centimeter by centimeter, thick enough to be fur but remaining distinctly and clearly facial hair.

Lincoln groaned, the vibrations translating down his cock. It gave up a few globs of precious sperm, something his mouth seemed only too appreciative of. As his mutton chops thickened, the dark blond hair swept across the tip of his chin, anchoring the two sides together while leaving his upper lip smooth. Lincoln forced himself to look up from his cock, looking at the reflection. It was no longer the reflection of a teenage hipster, but of a monkey-man sucking his own dick. He had big ears, a brow ridge, a proto-muzzle and leathery feet. Seeing himself like that should have shocked him, but instead it pushed him over the edge.

Lincoln's swollen cock pulsed before his huge cock throbbed and his mouth filled with a fountain of thick, rich monkey sperm. He gulped at it as fast as he could, though he wanted to scratch out with sexual satisfaction. As he guzzled his tainted load down, the changes shifted gears. The light line of fur along his upper pectorals thickened, spreading like wildfire over his shoulders and down his back. The hair crept over his ribs and linked up with the fur surrounding his wait.

If there had been a class on ergonomics, Lincoln would have been a perfect example of all the things not to do. He'd bent himself up into an absurd shape even as his body changed proportions, showcasing his new body. His posture was made even worse as his ass swelled outward, rounding and plumping as if they had swollen from an allergic reaction. Instead, Lincoln was able to flex and make the two half-globes dance for him while his tail waved hypnotically above it.

While not as dexterous as his new feet-hands, Lincoln's tail seemed quite agile. It coiled around the leg of his desk, then his own furry leg. It coiled and uncoiled, swayed and waived, flitting about as new muscle memory and neural connections were formed, although it seemed to be moving on an entirely subconscious basis. When Lincoln's orgasm finally subsided and he had consumed all of his cream, he let his long cock pop from his lips. He panted, huffing breath in and out over fangs until he eventually caught his breath.

Trying to compose himself, Lincoln took a hold of one of the arms of his chair with one hand, then the other. He pushed himself up, groaning as his spine finally bent back into a familiar shape. He slipped off the seat of the chair, testing his weight on one modified foot. His long, finger like toes sunk into the carpet as if they were feeling it for the first time. There was no pain, no discomfort, and so Lincoln stepped onto his other foot. He rose to his full height, a long golden-brown tail swaying back and forth behind his thick, juicy ass. Even after cumming, his cock remained plump and full, wobbling before him.

Lincoln looked at his reflection in the darkened monitor. He would have had every right to be shocked, startled, scared or bewildered - but how could he feel anything other than proud? Maybe even a bit vain? He was… hot… His hair had achieved some strange sort of perfection with the bleached tips and unusual sandy brown hue beneath. It was thick on top, shorter on the wides and then flared out in bushy, unkempt mutton chops. His chest and stomach were smooth while brown fur covered nearly the rest of him. He was a changed man, but he couldn't complain. He was handsome, he was horny, he was ready to go.

Without much of a second thought, Lincoln walked over to his bed and flopped down onto his back. His knee rose high into the evening air as his foo-paw swept in like a crane. It found its mark and the monkey's toes wrapped around the shaft again. Even moments after cumming, Lincoln felt ready for another round. He started to work the pole up and down, ready to dive into yet another test of his new systems. The night seemed to be very young indeed.

****

One of the strangest aspects of the early summer heat came from the fact that the same conditions made the mornings almost chilly. It was a bit refreshing in comparison. Dew sparkled on the lawns and a pinkish-blue hue hung in the sky. The birds hadn't even started singing, apparently deciding to sleep in on the quiet morning. The tell-tale growl of the school bus came as it lumbered around the corner and down the street, slowing to a stop at its prescribed destination. The doors squeaked as they opened, admitting their newest passenger aboard.

A monkey foot stepped up onto the ribbed rubber traction mat on the first step, a long fingered hand slipping around the handle. Lincoln pulled himself up to the first landing and looked up at the driver. He was staring ahead, apparently not having had quite enough coffee yet. Lincoln swallowed with anxiousness. He had been hoping the driver would act as a litmus test, but apparently he had to push forward. Lincoln walked up the rest of the steps, rising to stand in the aisle that ran between the seats.

Lincoln stood there in all of his monkey glory. His feet were bare, leathery and reshaped. A long golden-brown tail spilled out of the waistband of his khaki pants, swaying behind him. His yellow and white tie-dye shirt had been pulled over a long sleeve white shirt to cover up his furry arms, but his wrists and neck were still furry. To top it all off, he had wild bushy mutton chops connected by a strip of fluff along his jawline. Big ears stuck out from his spiked, bleach blond hair. Thankfully his glasses somehow still fit.

“Oh my god…" One of the other students whispered, eyes widening. Lincoln cringed, getting ready to bolt. “Lincoln, you grew sideburns!" his classmate shouted. Lincoln froze and looked back, showing a very large grin with distinct fangs.

“Y-You like them?" he asked nervously.

“Like them, they're f-ing amazing, bro! How did I not notice them before?" he asked.

“Eh, I guess they grew in pretty fast." Lincoln blushed, moving to sit down in one of the seats, sinking down as low as he could get. As soon as all but his hair was out of sight, he let out a long sigh of relief. He'd been shocked when his father hadn't seen his monkey side, but he couldn't be sure until someone else was faced with the truth. Apparently now he had his answer, at least about his ability to go on with his life. The answer about just what the relics had done to him still remained a mystery.

****

Lincoln had always been an energetic child, frenetic and easily distractible. Becoming part monkey had only enhanced those particular attributes. Lincoln had grown distracted with just how perfectly functional his bare feet were, especially since his classmates and teachers didn't seem to be able to comprehend that he was barefoot. He'd started by resting his feet on the desk in front of him, his toes playing with the metal slats. Soon that had grown boring and he'd opened his classmate's backpack with his foot, unzipping every pouch. The only time people seemed to notice him was to compliment how handsome he looked with his new beard. When some of his classmates started playing with his sideburns, the erection he popped was enough for him to excuse himself to the bathroom.

Even Lincoln's walk had changed. He moved with a bit of swagger, his feet finding perfect purchase every step while his tail whipped around behind him. Even the bulge in his pants was impressive, although at the moment it was a tent. Lincoln gave it an idle grope as he stepped into the bathroom and eased the door shut behind himself, leaning up against it to let out a sigh. As he expelled his breath, the hybrid's larger ears heard something strange and alluring. There was excited breathing nearby… in and out, shallow and hoarse, paired with soft grunts through gritted teeth. Lincoln's eyes widened, the irises expanding a little as a wet spot formed in his pants as pre leaked from his cock.

Lincoln was thankful his feet made no noise on the bathroom floor as he advanced, slipping into the unoccupied stall next to the source of the noise. The light spilling through the frosted glass window bounced off of the baby blue floor tile, making the slightly oversized white and red Nikes stand out all the more. Lincoln knew those shoes belonged to Grady Moore, another member of the senior class. Grady was usually a class clown, drifting in the space between the different groups. He was well liked but not overly popular, smart enough but not considered a nerd, and he was fit without being an athlete. It seemed that he liked to expend his energy in… other ways.

“Here, let me help…" Lincoln whispered. The bathroom instantly became completely silent as Grady froze in place. No doubt he was replaying what he had heard back in his head a few times.

“Wait, what?" The smooth voice asked from the other side. Lincoln gave a fang filled grin, leaning closer to the partition that separated them.

“Let me help, might be fun…" Lincoln said. There was another long pause. It was so long that Lincoln started to wonder if he'd scared Grady, but eventually there was movement as the other eighteen year old crouched down, bringing his exposed midriff into view below the partition. His manhood was hard and full, impressive for a human. The skin seemed well moisturized and was the color of dark walnut wood. Despite his eagerness to enjoy himself in the school bathroom, he seemed uncertain of what position to be in to make it easier on his would-be benefactor. Thankfully Lincoln had no such hesitation and stretched out his leg.

“Is that a foo-ahh!" Grady gasped as Lincoln's foot-hand coiled around his shaft. The monkey hybrid grinned big ear to big ear as he started to slide his tight grip up and down Grady's cock. He worked it hard, fast and thoroughly. Lincoln couldn't imagine how he had managed as a human, stuck with only one free hand when he jacked off. Here he was giving a footjob to a classmate, allowing him the chance to unzip his own pants, drawing out his huge cock. He moaned softly as he stroked himself off, imagining the kinds of faces Grady was making in the next partition over.

Grady had tried his best to stay upright, but what was happening to his cock was beyond description. His eyes stayed firmly in the back of his head as he wobbled and dropped the rest of the way to the floor, not even caring that he was leaning against the back of the toilet bowl. His hips rose and fell off the tile, pumping his achingly hard shaft into that firm grasp. Lincoln was panting, although the sounds were starting to shift a bit more primal as his excitement grew. 'Ohh… ohhh' became 'Ook... Ook' as Lincoln went at it.

There was no hiding what the two were doing. Aside from their collected moans and groans, there wasn't any sound quite like skin on skin, jutting up and down in such rapid fire. Grady's eyes clenched shut, his fingers clawing aimlessly at the tile floor, sweating feverishly. Everything about this felt like some fantasy that oozed through the cracks of his mind into reality. He'd been hiding his libido for some time, especially given the fact that he couldn't find anyone to share it, and now indescribable things were happening. He couldn't wrap his head around what was going on with his cock, but he didn't want to.

“I need more…" Lincoln groaned with realization, as much to himself as his partner. He' been jacking off furiously, but his tailhole was aching, feeling almost painfully empty.

“Lincoln?" Grady asked, finally putting a face to the voice he was hearing, “Oh fuck… Yes… please…" He moaned out. Lincoln kept his foot moving until he heard the heavy click of the lock on the stall door next to him. Lincoln took a breath before he stood up, slipped out of the stall and headed for the next one.

As Lincoln swung the stall door open, he revealed his classmate sitting on the floor, frantically working his dark meat. Grady tried to be stylish without going over the top. He wore a zip up hoodie with matching track pants that Lincoln only now realized gave him easy access to his manhood, while a rare white Supreme t-shirt was rumpled and slid up across his stomach. His hair had been shaved short on the sides, shaping his curly hair into a sort of frohawk down the center. He looked up at Lincoln, eyes widening.

“When did you grow a beard?" He asked, suddenly closing his eyes, arching his back and moaning as his cock let out a spurt of precum. Lincoln stepped in, closed the stall door behind him and eased forward until his feet were on either side of Grady's hips. He slowly crouched down, his tail swaying behind him, his pucker quivering with anticipation.

“I grew a lot more than just that." Lincoln said before he lowered himself down. Grady gasped slow, deep and long as he felt his cock spear into Lincoln's quivering, hungry hole. His hips rose as Lincoln sunk down until Lincoln was squarely on his lap. Lincoln moaned, eyes closing for a moment. It felt so good, so right, but he needed more. He started to rise up and down on Grady's cock, moving faster and harder. His feet-paws gripped the bathroom floor, but his hands slipped down, sliding up Grady's dark stomach, under his shirt. Lincoln writhed and groaned, his tail bushing up, his ears tingling before he felt something sweep over him. When Lincoln's eyes snapped open, his irises were glowing orange. Grady's mouth dropped as he saw Lincoln for who he truly was.

“HOLY SHIT!" Grady grunted, his thrusting becoming clumsy and awkward, though he didn't stop. Lincoln slipped his hands up onto Grady's chest, groping his pectorals before he firmly placed his hands. Grady's back arched even more as he felt the burning, tingling energy coursing into his body. His irises lit from brown to orange, his entire body humming with energy. He planted each hand on either side of himself and started fucking Lincoln for all he was worth, pumping his cock into the monkey on his lap as he felt energy coursing back into him.

Lincoln held his hands there, riding Grady, watching… He watched as Grady's ears began to swell taller, wider and stick out more. He watched as his smooth stomach darkened with black hair starting to creep out. He watched tiny wisps of black sprout from Grady's chin even as his lips pushed out over growing fangs. Grady panted and groaned, though his thrusting became a little clumsy again as he shifted his weight from one butt cheek to the other, not certain what was aching beneath him until he gasped. A flap of skin unfolded from his ass, wriggling free as new bones emerged from his tailbone. It stretched out like a writhing flesh snake until black fur sprouted from its surface.

“Ook… Ook… eek!" Lincoln squeaked, the last of the energy seeping out of his hands until he grabbed onto the sides of the toilet stall. Getting a good grip, he really started pulling himself up before letting him slam down. Grady was flailing around, howling as black fur began growing up from his collarbone, slipping over his shoulders and creeping up his neck, erasing the well groomed barber shop quality lines of his fade until it was all indistinguishable fur running from the top of his chest to his frohawk. The fur seemed to set borders, creating an outline around his face and his chest. Black fur sprouted from his wrists, sticking out from his hoodie even as the callouses thickened on his fingers and palms. The digits stretched out longer.

A moment of panic swept through Grady's mind. It was the only negative thought in a tranquil sea of bliss. It came as he felt his feet creak and ache and grow. The arch to his feet increased, his toes lengthened, and his footpads thickened while still getting more agile and nimble. He moved his feet around, feeling as if they had been numb for his entire life and just woke up… but now they were taking up more and more room. The nikes had been the only size left after waiting hours in line. Now it seemed good that they were oversized as his feet grew and grew, feeling so achy it was almost divine. The extra room was eaten up until he felt the snug hug of his shoes, fitting like a tight glove around his…. Feet hands? He tried each toe independently, each one obeying his commands.

Grady tried to moan but his sounds grew in pitch and fever until he was letting out a series of simian shrieks of joy. His balls throbbed, his cock ached and his cock unleashed monkey seed deep into Lincoln's furry ass. Grady threw his head back as his ears finished growing in, his brow ridge swelled thicker, his tail stretched out the last few inches into its full length and a healthy, thick black goatee filled in across his chin. He came and came, far more than he thought he could until he collapsed back against the toilet, eyes bleary before he looked up at Lincoln. Lincoln, however, had resorted to jacking himself off until he, too, came.

Thick pearly ropes of cum splashed across Grady's belly and then his Supreme shirt. Grady wanted to be mad as he saw the semen hit his rare fashion, but he didn't. He looked up at Lincoln, exhausted but intrigued. He reached a tired hand up, getting a fist full of Lincoln's incredibly thick bushy sideburn, giving it a squeeze. Lincoln came a bit more and leaned into the hand, letting out some soft monkey noises. Grady exhaled slowly.

“What is this?" he asked. Lincoln shook his head.

“I don't know, but I know where it came from." he whispered. Grady licked his lips, then his dangerous fangs before looking back.

“Show me?" he asked.

****

The museum was quiet, especially so without any scheduled field trips. Even the employees seemed far and few between. Lincoln was relieved. He held Grady's left hand on one side and another banana shaved ice in the other as he descended down the stairs, feeling the stone grit embedded into them. They were real rocks set in some sort of epoxy resin. It was shocking just how sensitive his feet had become. He didn't just feel everything, he could feel what they were made of, their textures and weathering.

Lincoln smiled a bit, glancing over at Grady. They did make a handsome pair. Lincoln was a bit wild with his colors and styles and Grady balanced him, although both of their pants were tented. It seemed that being together left them perpetually horny and they'd made use of that ability during and after school more than a few times. They'd had to keep their distance from their classmates to avoid anyone smelling just how musky they'd gotten with cum soaking their clothes and their hair.

“It's just over here." Lincoln said, turning the corner into the small hallway. He reached for the door but as he tried to jiggle it, a chirp came from the biometric reader as the screen snapped on red. Lincoln's eyes went wide.

“Oh no…" He whispered.

“What?" Grady asked.

“It wasn't locked before… Maybe they were still setting it up?" Lincoln asked. Grady moved over to the window, cupping his modified hands to peer in.

“I can't see anything." he said.

“You can't from here, they're over that tiny hill and down in the corner." Lincoln said, groaning, “This fucking sucks, how are we going to get in?" he asked.

“I could let you in." The deep, resonant voice sounded. Lincoln jumped, his tail flicking as he turned around. Grady, at least, was a little more composed. The source of the voice came from the college aged chaperone that had come on the trip with them, although he didn't quite look… himself. His skin was duller, the pigment faded, leaving it looking a bit grey. His hair was shaggier as well, taking on a bit of a combed back mullet look. Black hair grew out across his neck and shoulders, his bare forearms, even his ankles. He had gone without shoes and his diamond stud earrings sparkled in the limited light. His shirt looked like it was at the breaking point, his pants nearly shredded as well. Even his well groomed chinstrap beard was three inches long in places.

“You're like us…" Lincoln whispered, moving over, reaching up to play with the older man's beard. He grunted and leaned into Lincoln's touch before he grabbed onto his other hand, forcing him to drop his drink. He slammed the hand onto his erection. Lincoln's eyes widened sharply, realizing he was thicker than a pop can, so thick that he wasn't sure he could wrap his fingers all the way around it. “Uh, kind of like us…" he said in shock.

“I need you to help me the rest of the way, it won't work for me because I'm not a monkey." he panted.

“And who are you?" Grady asked. The gorilla-esque college student turned, bearing his fangs before he slammed one fist against a very thick, very strong pectoral.

“I am Alejandro." he replied. Lincoln had gotten a stupid smile on his face as he massaged the enormous cock under his hand, squeezing it and kneading it, rubbing it back and forth before he pet Alejandro's thick black beard. He stepped on his tip toes and leaned in to kiss him. The other moaned, parting his lips, filling Lincoln's with a huge, fat tongue. Lincoln shuddered, sucking on the tongue like it was a cock as his palm worked its way to the fat head of Alejandro's meat. He rolled his palm around, groping and squeezing until the other shuddered and rewarded him with a spreading circle of pre soaking his pants.

“I think I know a way to help you finish changing." Lincoln said.

“H-How, hoss?" Alejandro groaned. Lincoln grinned.

“When I opened the case, I was sort of the monkey in the middle and the statues turned and branded me with their energy. I think we should try again, but it won't just be the statues touching you. Grady and I can help." Lincoln said. Alejandro tried to nod but instead he moaned, cumming a little into his pants.

“I'm going to love this." Grady whispered with excitement. Alejandro reached over and fumbled for the biometric lock, pressing his finger against it. The lock hesitated, not used to such a large finger, but the fingerprints were still unmistakable. The red panel turned green and the door to the atrium unlocked. The three primates exchanged an expectant look. They had a plan. The question was if it would work or not.

****

The late afternoon sky shone down through the atrium, diffused into the shadow of the walls of the museum before falling across the dirt and sand and stone. There was no wind, no trees, and yet it felt as if nature had claimed this space. Alejandro stood on the stone dais, feeling how it had been carved and milled and placed and replaced. He felt the strands of tiny grasses poking up between the seams. He smelled the ferns and flowers and even the synthetic rubber running through the irrigation system - but most importantly, he felt the presence of the others.

Alejandro took a deep breath before he reached out and began lifting the lid of the stone chest. As the lid rose, the monkey statues rotated, placing their hands on his chest. He winced and growled, feeling the heat seeping into his shoulders. It had been the same the first time, although it felt as if the statues were fighting him, not quite making full contact. The flesh was hot, but he did not take the mark of the monkey. He was, after all, a different kind of Ape. Still, it had been enough to start the changes and as he threw his head back and let out a series of dark grunts, his fangs dripping with saliva as his skin got a bit more gray, Lincoln realized what was missing.

“He's a silver back…" Lincoln said, rubbing his monkey hands together before he moved around behind their benefactor. Grady followed Lincoln's logic and followed suit. Lincoln reached up, placing his left hand on Alejandro's left shoulder while Grady put his right hand on the college student's right. Their arms crossed in the middle and as they completed contact, a surge of energy ripped through them. It jumped from the monkey statue to their hands, using Alejandro as a conduit before rebounding again. This time the mark started to sink into the husky man's large body, both on his chest and his back at the same time.

The ground beneath them trembled slightly, shuddering. Sand fell from where it had been kicked up onto the path. Bones crackled and creaked. Muscles began to stretch and expand. Flesh grew, and it seemed like Alejandro was being inflated. His shirt had been stretched to the limit, but soon the sound of seams popping and tearing filled the air. The black fabric split down as a hairy - no, furry - back exploded out of it. Thick, soft strands of black fur sprouted from his shoulders, down his spine and across his ribs.

More tearing came, this time as Alejandro's meaty, leathery ass ruptured through his pants. Even the legs burst as his calves got bigger and bigger. Alejandro roared out with power, his face throbbing as his brow bone got thicker, his nose broader, and his beard began to pour from his face, emerging inch after inch. As it did, the pigment seemed to die away in the center, leaving strands of silver down the middle of his beard. The same lighter coloring began to sprout from his back fur, contrasting the otherwise dark black.

Seeing Alejandro grow and grow and grow turned Lincoln on, but as horny as he was, he knew the gorilla had to be hornier. He slipped his free hand around the large man's waist, removing the last impediments to unveil Alejandro's huge member. His long spindly fingers lent themselves to wrap around his meat, giving him a good grip. Lincoln began drawing his hand forward and back, milking the ape's tool. Grady did his best to do the same, reaching around the other side.

Alejandro felt the power flowing through him. He'd tasted it before, but now it was finally fulfilling him. He threw his head back, roaring again as his bushy black and silver beard reached his collarbone, feeling the joy of two monkeys jerking him off. The fur swept across his back, his legs, his knees and his underarms. Every spare bit of skin was soon coated with his dark pelt, save for the leathery gray skin of his chest, face, hands, feet and ass. He stood before the monkeys more than double their weight and proud of it.

After all of that, the brands finally took, leaving the handprints on Alejandro's exposed chest and beneath the fur of his back. His huge cock spasmed and erupted, sending rope after rope of jism into the open stone chest before the lid clamped down. The statues removed their hands and rotated back. The light dimmed from Lincoln and Grady's eyes as they doubled over, panting hard, dripping with sweat but looking quite happy. They soon broke into laughter, amazed by what they had done. A shadow shifted before Alejandro reached out, scooping both spindly boys up with one powerful, muscular arm each.

“I owe you dinner!" He said with a grin.

“Take out?" Grady asked dreamily, reaching to grope one of Alejandro's meaty pecs.

“Maybe delivery. I think we've got to see how many monkeys can jump on a bed…" Lincoln all but purred. The three excised themselves from the Atrium, slipping out. The door swung shut, the biometric lock flipping from green to red, although as silence fell across the museum, for just a moment the screen flickered yellow with the image of the stone monkey.